Doctor Visits

So this week was a week of doctor visits (really only 2 but each needed a day of recovery). Doctor visits were always for functionality (vaccines, braces, glasses) or for when we were truly ill (when we found ourselves in dangerous situations, bleeding out, vomiting, etc.). Being raised by a strong-willed woman who was a force of nature in her own right...and a dad who...couldn't compete...being tough and sticking it out ("all you need to do is..."), especially when it came to mental health (unless it affected school) was the way she raised 3 growing strong-willed (ish,), in their own right, girls, in the 90s. Mind you, the name of the game, back then, was divorce; so she went from working in Germany, to stay at home mom of 5 in America, to a single working mom of 3...that stayed in America all in the span of 17 years...which factors in somewhere in that attitude as well. So this week's outing of peopling on top of possible bad news (if you take it that way), trussed up with masks and gloves for everyone's safety, just to tell us we need to come back for more was exhausting. However, at the end, we had stickers for the unfocused/uncooperative four-year-old melting down in the corner and medicine that should help me sleep (and feel less anxious) on their way. Also, pee (with no resistance) this morning in the toilet! Huzzah!

To pee, or not to pee that is
the question.

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