When is the real DR going to get here Momma?

Saturday we were all ready to head to Franklin, NC (about 4 hours away) for some friends of ours fifth anniversary services. I had given the girls their baths, ironed four sets of clothes, did three sets of hair (John was on his own for his hair :))

And

Drum Roll

John gets sick (I won't go into detail)

And Emma starts crying that her ear hurts.

My choleric side is like suck it up everyone I did not iron all of those clothes for nothing. Then my normal Mommy, wife mode kicked in and I was like it will be okay blah blah blah.

Two hours later Emma had a fever of 102.7 and we were calling the Dr. Back story on this is that on Friday- Just the day before we took her to the Dr after they called for us to pick her up from school. She had an earache. The Dr. said she just has fluid behind the ear, and give her more allergy medicine.

Their Pediatrician will not give them antibiotics without seeing them and you can't see them on the weekend (primal scream)...

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I go to urgent care.

After filling out 15 papers (yes I counted them) and filling out Social Security numbers and addresses of anyone I had met in my lifetime (not really) we were braced to go in. While finally getting called in I noticed a larger man at a desk in that back eating chips and drinking a mountain dew. He was not calendar boy for Drs are cute.com I thought...maybe he was just visiting someone there.

So the nurse comes in does her thing...says the Dr will be right with you....then into the room...You guessed it chip man. Emma sees him and starts crying. She will not answer his questions and is shaking she is so freaked out. I am thinking she is worried she is going to get a shot and I keep telling her it's okay...no shots he just wants to look into your ears to make you better.

We make it through the five minute examination. I hear the report that yes indeed your six year old has an ear infection (thanks I figured that out already) and he informed me that a nurse would bring back our prescription.

He left and Emma really burst into tears. Why did he come in here? When will the real Dr. get here?

I told her that was a real Dr and that she was done.

She said Real Drs don't eat chips and drink mountain dew!

If you are a real Dr. beware.... the six year olds are onto you!!

This blog was not sponsored by Mountain Dew, Doritos, or dandruff shampoo.
But I do wish certain un-named Drs would use the latter!