I went to the Doctor today because I actually read those side effect/warning labels that come with my prescriptions. Which means I'm quite certain that at any possible moment I'm going to fall into a seizure or stroke out. So when I had 4 days of nosebleeds with a nonstop migraine I figured my brain would pop open like a Jack in the Box if I didn't go in.
But my blood pressure was fine. Anemic? Kinda, nothing a hamburger wouldn't cure. Mostly, I had a dry-ass nose and a crazy bad headache. I was told to shove some Vaseline up there and rub it around. After which hearing, I had to bite my lip not to remark how I'd been given this advice before in entirely different circumstances. Instead I stashed a bunch of Immitrex samples in my purse and apologized for taking up his time with my dry boogies.
Then at dinner husband asked if I was going to take daughter into the Doctor. I had forgotten that we are hoping she has a raging ear infection. Why you may ask? Because she's been flipping a biscuit for the past week and if she isn't sick then we are so screwed. It's been like a scene from The Miracle Worker around here. And we are hoping, in a very lazy parent way, that it's nothing a round of antibiotics won't fix. Though without a fever in sight I fear we're just in for a very long December.