It’s not enough that we now have to be our own cashier, banker, waiter and candlestick maker with all the customer service friendly businesses where you now provide your own customer service.
We now announce Do-It-Yourself Nursing.
A week and a half before his surgery and because we didn’t have enough stress at the house, The Grunter arrived home early from his new job and announced he had injured himself.
This is when I check myself out of parenting responsibilities.
Because I don’t do blood or vomit.
Believe me, I do enough other stuff so don’t start thinking PhilBillPaul has to do everything. And don’t say in your head or out loud “Poor PhilBillPaul” in that voice
my mother Junebug uses.
I suggested that PhilBillPaul take a look at his injury because he is an expert on personal injury. This is when his voice actually got higher as he squealed, “OH BOY, OH GEEZ, OH EVERETT YOU HAVE TO GET TO A DOCTOR…” I knew it must be bad.
They headed to an urgent care facility assigned by his new employer that was open 24 hours. Arriving back home at 2:30 a.m. they reported that it was not broken but the doctor said he was lucky because he almost blew the tip of his finger off.
This from pinching it between two big metal doors that reportedly weighed 1,000 pounds each.
Everett did not shed a tear or dance around screaming like I would have been. He did embrace the Tylenol #3.
When we went back for the followup appointment, he came out to the lobby carrying this bag.
He had to ask the receptionist/nurse?/person in scrubs for scissors so he could wrap his own injury.
I’m sure this is part of the new plan to make healthcare more affordable.
Can’t wait to do my own mammogram this year and PhilBillPaul finally goes in for his overdue colonoscopy.