Sunday, February 16, 2003
Part III: Blue Monday.
We found a Ram's Horn restaurant, and settled into our booth. For non-Detroiters, Ram's Horn is a solid restaurant chain akin to a "Big Boy," but, on average, better. Early Monday is apparently a good time at this particular outlet. You get your pick of the potential seating arrangements.
"Coffee?"
"Yes." Does it come in an IV?
Breakfast was good (omelette for me, pancakes and eggs for Heather--we split biscuits and gravy, too), and 40 ounces of coffee helped me feel something approximating human. We headed home.
I hope this doesn't make us seem like bad parents: we called Misty and said we'd pick up Maddie after a nap. You see, Maddie would have gone to her aunt's that day anyway. Frankly, we were dogged out. Misty said no problem. We felt guilty, and asked twice. Same answer.
We went home, snoozed, woke up and showered. We picked her up, and her coughing was as bad as ever. We decided to make a doctor's appointment.
We could get in at 3:15pm. Great! After a few hours at home, we went there. Maddie tried to storm around the suite like she owned it, which entertained everyone but me, who happened to be on Toddler Patrol. I ended up closing the doors to restrict her expeditions. A ten year old boy, who while amused by her antics, was nevertheless sympathetic to me. He explained that he was heavily outnumbered by women at his household, including an energetic baby girl a little older than Maddie and other sisters. He sounded a little jealous when I said I'd be getting reinforcements by the end of the month. One of his younger sisters walked out, and was unable to empathize with him.
Diagnosis? Ear infection X! This time, in her left ear. Fortunately, the physician's assistant understood that we needed to go to the strong stuff right away: Biaxin, which had killed the last infection. No more entertaining the bug with amoxicillin or suprax. We left, and dropped the prescription off at the Walgreen's.
Neither one of us remembers what we had for dinner, nor really the rest of the day. Except that Maddie made her "yuck face" as she started the Biaxin course again.
Sleep came really, really easily to the Price household Monday night.
We found a Ram's Horn restaurant, and settled into our booth. For non-Detroiters, Ram's Horn is a solid restaurant chain akin to a "Big Boy," but, on average, better. Early Monday is apparently a good time at this particular outlet. You get your pick of the potential seating arrangements.
"Coffee?"
"Yes." Does it come in an IV?
Breakfast was good (omelette for me, pancakes and eggs for Heather--we split biscuits and gravy, too), and 40 ounces of coffee helped me feel something approximating human. We headed home.
I hope this doesn't make us seem like bad parents: we called Misty and said we'd pick up Maddie after a nap. You see, Maddie would have gone to her aunt's that day anyway. Frankly, we were dogged out. Misty said no problem. We felt guilty, and asked twice. Same answer.
We went home, snoozed, woke up and showered. We picked her up, and her coughing was as bad as ever. We decided to make a doctor's appointment.
We could get in at 3:15pm. Great! After a few hours at home, we went there. Maddie tried to storm around the suite like she owned it, which entertained everyone but me, who happened to be on Toddler Patrol. I ended up closing the doors to restrict her expeditions. A ten year old boy, who while amused by her antics, was nevertheless sympathetic to me. He explained that he was heavily outnumbered by women at his household, including an energetic baby girl a little older than Maddie and other sisters. He sounded a little jealous when I said I'd be getting reinforcements by the end of the month. One of his younger sisters walked out, and was unable to empathize with him.
Diagnosis? Ear infection X! This time, in her left ear. Fortunately, the physician's assistant understood that we needed to go to the strong stuff right away: Biaxin, which had killed the last infection. No more entertaining the bug with amoxicillin or suprax. We left, and dropped the prescription off at the Walgreen's.
Neither one of us remembers what we had for dinner, nor really the rest of the day. Except that Maddie made her "yuck face" as she started the Biaxin course again.
Sleep came really, really easily to the Price household Monday night.
