Trauma at the Hospital

I don’t like going to hospitals. 

To me, you go the hospital only when you’re sick and because I don’t like getting sick, I don’t like going to hospitals.  My last visit to the hospital was the ER trip for my daughter that I wrote about in a previous entry.  It did little to temper my distaste for hospitals.

It is with this frame of reference that you can understand my attitude when I had to bring my daughter in for her last well-baby check-up the other day.  My daughter’s attitude toward hospitals is about the same as mine.  She just takes one look at the examining table and she “knows what’s up.”  Especially since her doctor’s visits are followed by visits to the vaccination clinic.  Yup. I was in for a great time.  Little did I know…

So this particular check-up was going pretty smoothly until the provider that was seeing us started asking me questions about my daughter’s development.  She was giving me advice about her diet, what her vocabulary should be like, and other cognitive developments that I should expect.  She then I asked me if I was potty training her to which I emphatically said, “No.”  So at this point the provider starts telling me that I should think about getting a little potty for her, gives a few tips here and there, and mentions the fact that the way kids learn about “going potty” is just by watching. 

Oh boy. I know where this is going.

And then the magical words come, “You know, you should start letting her come to the bathroom with you.  And, well…since she’s a girl, you should probably start sitting down when you go to the bathroom.”

I don’t like going to the hospital at all.

Night of the Living Dead…

“What is it? Is it dead?”

“It doesn’t seem to be moving. I’m gonna look closer.”

“Don’t do that! What if it wakes up?”

“Aw c’mon. It’s dead. It won’t move now. See?”

Kick.

“Quit it!”

“Aw quit be such a ninny.  I told you it’s AHHHHHHHH!!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“It’s ALIVE!!!”

Yes, dear readers (if there are any of you left that is) this blog is being resurrected from a premature death or at least I’m going to try.

There’s probably a number of reasons for the huge gap from my last entry but the most likely reason is a combination of my laziness, lack or creative juices, and well, the fact that my life has been pretty boring.  Seriously. 

After the excitement of change and adjustment of the first few months of my wife’s first deployment things have kind of just settled down.  We REALLY got into a routine here at the home front so there’s actually been very little to write about.  The unfortunate by-product of settling into routine is that life quickly gets boring.  Not that I have time to dwell on that.  I’ve discovered that it’s entirely possible to be very busy all the time and yet be completely bored at the same time. 

Not that I’m complaining or anything.  If excitement is anything like what I went through the first couple of months, then I’ll take boring routine any day of the week.  Every day of the week apparently. It also explains why I’ve not really written anything in a while.  But as I write this it is now the last week of May meaning that we are getting near to the one month mark before my wife gets to come home.  It’s charged me up a bit.  Given me something to look forward to and gotten my energy level up a bit.  Hopefully it’ll get my creative juices a jolt and I’ll be back to blogging like when I first started out.