For the first time in a month Josh claims to feel better than he did yesterday.
I took Josh in to the school nurse, who appeared to be impressed with my nit picking ability. She carefully combed through his hair and found only 2- they were on the same hair strand. I was actually glad she did find those two because truth is, he has only been to one full day of classes since February 15th and I was starting to wonder when the representatives from the state were going to show up and start investigating me. At least there was proof of this condition.
I do not have lice! I asked the school nurse to check me out once Josh ran off to class. She asked me if I was itchy and I admitted that I had been itchy from the top of my scalp to my toes ever since pulling that first big honking lice bug off of my sweet innocent otherwise hygienic baby. Wouldn't you be?
The husband got a "go back to work next week" pass from the foot doctor today. One foot should be healed enough by then for him to use crutches and keep the other foot off the floor. I recognize that next Monday is still 6 long days away. It's better than hearing that he has to stay completely off his tootsies for 2 more weeks.
The infectious disease dude thought the husband's charbroiled size 15 dogs looked good enough to go off the antibiotics. I would have kept him on the medication for a while longer, but this doc didn't live through last spring with us. This is a new town doc, and the husband was happy not to take the pills, which reek like a steaming sewer grate, so off his medication he is! Fingers crossed.
Speaking of the the husband's feet, we had someone take a look at the allegedly defective bathroom tile warmer and the temperature of the floor soared to 134 degrees in less than an hour. Vindicated! We figured the heat was on for about 5 hours before the husband got burned. I get the shivers just wondering how hot that thing was after 5 hours. The very expensive man who did the testing promptly went down to the basement found the electrical panel and cut the juice to that bathroom. Good to know we aren't crazy. People look at you so funny when you tell them that your husband got 2nd degree burns on the bottom of his feet from a bathroom floor.
Bear bait, still being a limpster, finally has her appointment with the veterinary orthopedic surgeon tomorrow. The only bad thing about it is that I am not supposed to feed her after midnight tonight and she is going to be quite upset about not getting her morning crack allowance greenie. I'll figure it out when I wake up. It's going to be a long morning. There will be whining for sure.
It's 70 degrees outside. Yes, oh yes, oh yes! Summer can't be here fast enough for me.
good lord, woman. I jut don't even have printable words for you. Except that I'm going to stop my own whining now, you beat us all. Hang in there.
Posted by: Jenny | March 22, 2012 at 08:02 PM