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This husband and I…
Spent New Year’s Eve at the doctor’s office…he saying his eye felt weird…hurt a bit…had gotten a little red… His lovely wife a doubting Thomas…sometimes a pooh pooher when it comes to owies… But off to the doctor we went…feeling insignificant in the waiting room surrounded with coughers and hackers…felt badly taking up a room with so many obvious sick others… Until the doctor looked in the eye and said, “That’s bad. Really really bad and can get even badder”…ok he used better grammar but a panicked wife hears what a panicked wife hears… Orbital cellulitis…brought on by a sting of some sort…lots of antibiotics and drops and ointments…and instructions…emphatic instructions…that if it gets worse in 48 hours take the old man to the ER… Well he didn’t say old man, but a panicked wife hears what a panicked wife hears… And wouldn’t you know…two days later that man with the goobery eye starts running a fever… So off to the ER we went…waited a few hours, as is typical, when in walked the doctor…her name was Barbie…ok, it wasn’t Barbie but it SHOULD have been Barbie…tiny, young, and dressed in pink scrubs… And so pretty that one of us…and she shall remain nameless…was in Barbie loving awe to the point of childishly saying, “You are the most beautiful doctor I have ever seen”… Beautiful and good at her job…screened this…scanned that…took blood…prescribed an additional antibiotic and off to home we went…way way way past our old people bedtime… And so it is…in life…sometimes it’s wise to err on the side of caution…when in doubt…check it out…better safe than sorry… And if your wife’s a pooh pooher, go to the doctor anyway…cuz you never know who just might be on duty… And that husband of mine…agrees…
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