Ok, so June Cleaver, I’m not. As a mom, I am generally pretty no-nonsense so my kids grew up hearing things like “If there’s no blood, I don’t want to hear any crying” and “If you throw up when we’re getting in the car, then you can stay home from school.” One of my most infamous lines was, “If I’m taking you to the doctor, I’m going to make sure they give you a shot for something.”
Since my kids have been out of my house for a couple of years, silly me thought that my days of sitting in the doctor’s office with a puny human had come to an end, but I was so wrong. On Saturday morning, David woke me up to let me know that Mom was throwing up and itching all over. I was about to ask him if he saw the alleged “throw up” but then I gained enough consciousness to realize we were talking about his 80 year old mother not one of our children trying to ditch school. So off to the walk-in clinic we went.
Three hours later we were finally in a room with the doctor discussing the fact that there is no way to know exactly what was creating this bout of distress for my mother-in-law. The doctor gave her two prescriptions and was happy to send her on her way, until I jokingly blurted out “Don’t you think she needs a shot for something?” Through my laughter at the pained expression on my mother-in-law’s face, I explained to the amused doctor that if I had to sit in the waiting room with my kids, I always made sure they got a shot for something to make it worth my while. The doctor laughed then called his nurse in to give my mother-in-law a shot of steroids to help with the itching. He said he didn’t want my streak to be broken. As the nurse was preparing her shot, another old adage came bubbling to the top, “If you don’t cry when you get your shot Mother, I’ll take you to McDonalds for lunch.”
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