What an insufferable bitch....at least she didn't give in to her horrible son.
annie35 Wrote:
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> I hung up more than miffed and wondered where all
> the doctors had gone. Didn't they know that I was
> too busy to be sick today ? Didn't they know about
> the preschool graduation and my newspaper deadline
> and the laundry piling up ?
Why doesn't the world revolve around MEE?? They can't possibly be sick, or getting additional training when I'M sick!!! I can't possibly be expected to wait A DAY to see a doctor, I'M SICK NOW!
> Not to be outdone by a bunch of booked-up doctors,
> I decided to get through the graduation ceremony
> and go to a walk-in clinic afterward.
Hey, way to spread your virus to the entire preschool. I'm sure everyone is enjoying it.
>
> I walked back out. A twohour wait would mean we'd
> have to miss the postgraduation picnic in the park
> - the one my 3-year-old had been looking forward
> to for weeks. I decided I'd try a different
> walk-in clinic later in the day.
I can't WAIT, my BAYYYYBEE is having a GRADUATION!!! (Preschool graduation? WTF?) If BAAAYYBEEE doesn't come first, the world will end, so I went to the picnic to make completely sure EVERYONE at the preschool would contract my virus.
> Finally, the beeper beeped, and I rushed to the
> front of the store toward the clinic. I answered
> the signin questions and was all set to see the
> doctor when I noticed my watch: 2: 38 p.m. My
> oldest son would need to be picked up from
> kindergarten in less than 10 minutes, and my
> husband couldn't do it. I had to go. With my most
> pitiful, sickly voice, I asked the nurse if she
> could hold my spot for the 20 minutes it would
> take for me to pick up my son and return to the
> clinic. Mercifully, she said yes.
Hey, I'm a Mom who can't trust the father of her children to buckle a 3 year old into a car seat and pick up my other spawn. Could you possibly do something for me that you wouldn't do for any other patient? Great, because I deserve that spot more than anyone else, after all, I haven't managed to actually do ANY WAITING for this appointment, beyond spending 30 minutes in Walmart with a beeper.
>
> After racing to school and back, I walked into the
> clinic at 3: 05 p.m. with my 6-yearold in tow. He
> wasn't too happy about the visit to the clinic,
> since he'd been hoping we could go to Wendy's for
> an after school frosty.
Gee, who set up the expectation that he'd get a frosty after school? I can't imagine where he'd get such an idea...
>
> As I drove away with my antibiotics, my son asked
> again if we could please, please go to Wendy's
> (the way-across-town-in-five o'clock-traffic
> Wendy's ) so he could get a frosty. As much as I
> wanted to reward his patience for sitting through
> the doctor's visit, I was exhausted and miserable.
Every good thing a child does should be rewarded with a tangible thing. Well, that's a great way to make an entitled little shit of a person.
> I told him we needed to go home because I was
> feeling very sick, and I didn't want to risk
> having my head explode from sinus pressure while
> waiting in the Wendy's drive-through. It wasn't
> the answer he wanted.
All children will pick exploding heads over going home. Duh.
> "Well that's too bad because we're going home.
> Helping someone who's sick is more important than
> a frosty, and you need to learn that," I said,
> more than a little wounded that my firstborn would
> so casually pick ice cream over his own mother's
> health.
Gee, I wonder how he got to be so selfish and awful. It couldn't have anything to do with how he was raised, I'm sure.
> Half an hour later, we checked on our boy and
> found him asleep on his bed, which tells me he
> needed a nap even more than a frosty. Speaking of
> sleep, that's exactly where I'm headed. I'm going
> to zip these words off to my editors, swallow my
> antibiotics and pray for sweet relief to come soon
> because, like I said 800 words ago, I don't have
> time to be sick.
It's hard to have time to have a life when you're up on a cross all day.
"It truly is the one commonality that every designation of humans you can think of has, there's at least one asshole."
--Me