With the start of the course and convergence in the same room miniseres various schools, with snot and staphylococci are also different, it starts a fun stage for multiple diseases and bacteriological attacks worthy of Armageddon or American movie with a similar taste for disaster.
In recent days, LITTLE GIRL, neophyte that the transfer of snot and drool to strangers, has earned two big awards, namely: "The virus rapidillo" which quickly attacked the second day of kindergarten and "The virus sibylline "that came with his vomit and no one expected it, a Thursday night at three in the morning.
Lamayor, more tanned in the doings of virus attacks, has not yet made any amigovirus again, or at least did not like either enough to bring home and introduce him to his parents, however, has acquired sister love LITTLE GIRL brought all that home and it has created for itself a drug allergy, not to be less and no one doubts that in addition to accepting alien bugs, you can generate their own ills. Be missing.
Anyway, with this I just overcome cum laude , four in the afternoon I spent in the emergency room in recent weeks. Looking hang out there, hey, so pichi. Such is the vice serious consideration I have to stay overnight in the extraction room, equipped as it is fluffy beds and ham and cheese sandwiches to give and take. As fear that prevented me, and parking is fatal for those lares, I made a handwritten note to put in the glass every time I leave the car so say illegal shooting . "I'm in emergencies" says the paper sheets, as if this text had the magical power to safeguard fines and fights by the competent authority, if necessary.
Although Miss admission card calls me every time I get is a formality that we keep only keep up appearances. We both know by heart she knows my name, that of my daughters, my family of Murcia, my favorite color, my sleeping posture and password on your computer. Go and wait in the parlor. In short we call them. And then I winked to let you know that I understand their feigned coldness and reaffirm that we are on the same wavelength.
Step into the parlor and greeted those present. Man, James, will again chickenpox?. Wow, what more are you Mariluz, have given a growth spurt since Thursday. Carmen, blond and slender Lamadrid, was now in charge of bringing the rolls, but has been forgotten, so someone goes to the machine and pulls a Lays. With this and a couple of juices of Mercadona, we have merendola. I'm tempted to take a Mahous trunk, but I admonish only by what people say.
I treated fast, touch, poke, prescribe and go where I came, carrying over the left shoulder sore and exhausted girl to mourn and support forty fever, and on the right, three Barbie dolls and a sock puppet I brought to entertain while waiting.
On the way home, after beating me on the forehead with the palm open to dramatize the situation, I realize that I have not asked a red Lamadrid your email and I will not be able to pass the link so funny drunk monkey . Such is the emotional affinity level is reached with the other parents who feel lonely when he goes home and thinks that maybe our virus re-match. Fortunately, Providence takes care always to give new opportunities in this life and when I get home I find "Laotrahija" with the same symptoms as her sister. Loose to the sofa, lame and run the other lends itself to see if they have not finished the card game in the living room and gives me time someone raised you.
- Another time around - I hear someone say behind my left ear - Hey, see if you have to pay rent. Giggles absurd as the culmination of a clever joke outpatient basis.
- Wow, what will, lol - I replied with feigned laughter that I find most natural. Let's see if I'll give you a kick in the hills and enter the next in going to be you. But that just think of it, do not say, so I have not I written script and well, straight.
For bullies, repetitive and anxious, I was confined to the last place on the waiting list, forcing me to socialize with other new parents.
- And how fever is yours? - Ask the typical competitive father.
- Seventy-two - I reply to tackle the whole list of symptoms that only seek to see who has the child sicker.
Mysteriously, my daughter is passed all the ills of a fulminant and pushed me suggests that instead of punishing and sweat on my chest, he prefers to play down to the ground to make the kibble with a boy dressed as Superman who has swallowed a Puna mine draws colors and when you throw the gay flag. I am reluctant at first, lest the Lord come doctor and we all caught in the act festival-goers, but a mother's love can and I finally agreed, moreover, accompanied with cherry-picked their games and I even rip with a song. Then comes Mr. Doctor with a question circling the green gorrilla ... you fail to have anything better to do this afternoon and it has come to make us lose time to the professionals, right?. That I think, but not he says. Gently me to the consultation as I could not be more exaggerate the symptoms of my daughter to Mr. Doctor see the disease as well as real, is serious, and that if I came was because it is urgent. Additionally, we enumerate and fairy tales of all my Facebook friends to see who do I have its own life, and streams as well.
Their clinical trial could have given me from the love I say . It is a virus. Antipyretics, lots of water and rest . Perfecto. If you replace the antidepressant-antipyretics and water drain is just what I need at this time.
When I get home I shot in a heap on the couch while I exclaim this phrase as a mother is the first time I sit in tol day! . Suddenly remember that there is life outside the ambulance and run to the phone. Six guasaps , two missed calls, three messages, twelve emails, two requests for immediate relief, a contest that offers me a salary for life if successfully completed a well-known tongue-twisters and two boiled eggs. Why is it that the crisis caught me always looking to the other side?
I anguish and fear fainting, hyperventilating because I'm fast, but I restrain myself because I'm not going back to the emergency room today, and I tell you, that as he continues at this rate I'm going to take the lad Happy health all Madrid
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