Not Dying Yet

I was at the doctor for an annual check-up and because I am quite positive that I'm dying. Every other minute of the day. I've become quite the hypocondriact. Every ache is a cancer cluster, every headache and aneurysm. It's really very annoying. And I'm pretty sure the doctor thought I was nuts. But she declared me well....pending the results from the speculum violation I received. So barbaric. Clearly a man invented that atrocity.

I love my doctor so much. It's possible that I'm a teensy bit IN love with her. I was telling a friend last night about how I had to wait for over an hour to see her yesterday, all while chasing a manic baby all over the place. She suggested I find a new doctor. But that will not be happening. I would walk over hot coals to see my doctor. I have to drive by her office every time I take one of the kids to the pediatrician and I actually feel this weird vibey pull towards her building. It sounds crazy, I know. But if you met this woman and she delivered your babies you would understand. When I was in labor with Grace I didn't want anyone but her. Not even Matt. Nothing was OK until she arrived at the hospital. She is like some kind of calming angel. She helped bring my three most important people into the world and nothing will ever be the same when she finally retires.

The same cannot be said for the some of the nurses at our local hospital. My sweet baby nugget got quite a bad chest cold last week and I had to take her there twice. Once by myself at 5am because Matt was already at work and I knew it wasn't a matter of life or death, so I didn't even bother calling him. The second time we went together in the evening. She was raspy, wheezy and kept choking on gunk coming up. The 5am visit went well and I had Alex along to help me. The nurses doted on Gracie and the doctor was super dreamy. The evening visit did not go as well. We were there forever, Gracie was having meltdowns left and right and the nurses seemed annoyed by this. We were clearly interrupting their hen fest. And the tech that took x-rays of her chest was equally as cranky. "Gosh she's really a stubborn one isn't she?" Um, hello bitch.....she's a baby that doesn't feel good and the bar you are making her lean against is banging her in the head. Not a fan of her!

Everything is back to normal now, thank goodness. Gracie is all better and I am not dying. Yet.

~Jill