Bagels, Muffins and Bread

I WAS going to go on a rant about censorship AGAIN.

The more I think about the 'situation' the angrier I get, but..I figure my dear readers are content with the current amount of menstrual talk on this site.

So, we'll move on.

But not before I restate that freedom of speech must apply to EVERYONE- not just those whom we agree with.

So. Where were we?

Lauren. She seemed to be getting better, she was drinking, eating and acting normal. I ran out of Tylenol with Codeine yesterday, so I called the office. While the nurse had me on the phone, she asked how the scabs were healing.

SCABS? "Uh, there are no scabs, just lots of white stuff" I told her.

The words 'white stuff' apparently set off alarms and require the nurse to go into F.O.F.T.F.O.M*- as her reply was a bit unsettling.

"WHAT do you mean- WHITE stuff?!?!?!" She gasped.

White stuff, like cottage cheese in the back of her throat I explained.

"Oh NO!!- When can you bring her in???" She demanded

It was at this point that I joined in the party. If this nurse, trained to assess and diagnose medical issues was concerned enough to enter the 'mode', who was I to remain calm? Surely she knew that white stuff was the pre-cursor to throat removal or tongue biopsy and was frantically re-arranging the Dr's schedule to fit in my daughter for her throatectomy.

" I can be there in thirty minutes!" I exclaimed, while mentally preparing myself for getting two kids who were currently eating breakfast and watching 'Dora'; ready to leave the house in fifteen minutes.

"Oh, the Dr. has no room today, how about tomorrow at 2:00?" She asked.

TOMORROW??

"That's fine, just from the tone of your voice, I thought you were more concerned with the situation." I told her.

"Oh no, dear, she probably has thrush- it's very common after a strong dose of antibiotics."

THRUSH. My daughter has yeast infection in her mouth.

In the words of my favorite blogger- YUMM-O-DELICIOUS!

VOMIT.

So today will consist of laundry, dishes, eBaying, and a visit to the Dr.

Do I live life in the fast lane or what?