I've dreaded this morning. This is the morning I take my wee small children in to get their shots. He will start Kindergarten, she will be gracing Pre-K's door. They're excited about school but not about these shots. The prospect made them chew their nails and cower when we tried to prepare them over supper last night.
Sam is on a delayed schedule due to some of his behavior tendencies. Our Doctor believes he is just quirky and I think so too. Nevertheless, we've not bombarded him in the past due to the research in Autism and Asperger's. Some of that research has proven false but we're still on the delayed schedule.
I've been tempted to go shot-free for them. I'm tempted by those log cabin kinds of ideas. But...they're my only little children and I don't want to lose them to a preventable disease. I like the idea of modern homesteading but I can't have my kids dyin' on me!
So, here I sit and type, my inner hippie and the nurse in me arm wrestling for the victory. I'm sure you have plenty of your own anxiety and things to fret over so just nod, cringe and have another swig of coffee. I have a fresh pot brewing right now.
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Yeah, my kids got their shots, too. I don't know. I do know that those very shots are probably the reason I have such medical anxieties now. Damn.
Take them for ice cream afterwards. Make it as sweet as possible.
I could use a good pot of coffee about now. All I could find in the kitchen is skim fucking milk to put in the cup I had earlier. Yuck.
My inner hippie wrestles with all my other inner personalities all the time.
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