Medical wonders ….

Georgia is a medical aid’s dream. She is just never sick, we really never claim for her.  She is just a name on our medical aid card.

This weekend she was feeling very grim.  She had a fever, and lost her voice – it was replaced by the Marlboro man’s voice.  Very sexy for a 5 year old girl.

We kept her off school today even though, to be honest, if we were desperate we would have sent her.   One of the benefits of a full time maid – bless.  If my kids even look a little off colour, I just leave them home for a day lying on the couch,  with BBC’s on television,  and they are miraculously cured of any and all afflictions.

Because she is never sick and she had already had a few days of a temperature – I thought odds are it is something that is going to need antibiotics.  If she had not cured herself by now, odds are it will need external influence – made a doctor’s appointment this afternoon for her.

I was truly shocked that I got a doctor’s appointment on such short notice – so many miracles in one day, goodness me.

Georgia was so excited – it was her first time at a doctor’s office.  No really it was!

She could not have been more excited when the doctor took her temperature and listened to her heart beat.  Georgia was in total heaven.  I am not sure if I have ever seen anyone more happy to be lying on a doctor’s table and be examined.

Turns out she has tonsillitis – cool, so we got some antibiotics and then merrily skipped home.

If this was Connor I would be battening down the hatches, as I would be preparing for an ear infection and possibly some other deadly ENT issue.  Of course the fact that he no longer has his tonsils, would make me doubtful of the doctor and her abilities had she diagnosed tonsillitis with him, but moving on.

With Georgia I know I will throw a few spoonfuls of the antibiotics in her direction, some of it will go in, some will drop on the front of her jammies.

I will probably forget to finish the course – against doctor’s recommendations.  But Georgia will be fine and happily skip off to school without so much as a backward glance.

It’s good to have a kid that does not max out the medical aid!!

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Nothing to do but have a little bitch ….

You know when you just have a “I feel really shite and I should have just stayed home” day. I was fine physically, but for some reason I felt like I was on the verge of having a total break with reality sort of day, you know the kind?

Please tell me you do, so I do not feel like a total freak of nature.

I do realize that I am way past sounding like the crazy cat lady – but I am not sure how far past.  My friend suggested it was possibly all the hype pre-wedding and then the stuff after.  And add my stuff now. She felt I was just a little emotionally-strained and well, she did not want to say sensitive and emotional, but I knew where she was going.

Quite possibly.

This entire weekend, I just felt flat, and removed from everything.

I think part of it is the rather somber conversation Kennith and I had on Friday night.

In one conversation I realized that this may well spell the end of my surrogacy/possibly fourth child/adoption and any plans that require the purchase of maternity wear and booties.

I realized I am sounding a bit unhinged.

I woke up this morning at 03h40 so by the time I got to work I was totally destroyed.  I am one of those people who needs eight hours sleep, else does not function and starts to experience a bit of a strain.

At office – feeling all sad and flat – I am in an open plan office, and I face my entire team while I work.  So I figured I will just have a quiet little cry there at my monitor and carry on working … you know, as you do.  Sad, but productive.

Fortunately every time someone looked at me and they start to frown at the state of my face – I just said “insomnia” and they nodded sagely, and then give me a little look of sympathy.

Of course that did not explain the raccoon-mascara rings on my face, but bless my colleagues for just ignoring me and getting on with their day.

On the stranger side, Kennith had a s.e.x. dream, that included me and chutney … listen I don’t even make this stuff up … the Mrs Balls’ variety.  He even texted me today asking if he should stop and pick up some chutney … and they say I am having a break with reality <sigh>!