Three Shots and a Cavity Later...
I'm almost certified ready to be acceptable for an overseas move.
Honestly, I don't remember going through all of this for our move to Japan. Hans spent a good chunk of last week getting checked over, blood drawn, shots, dental checks, eye exams (he came home after having his eyes dilated with those goofy old geezer black eyeglasses...). He sat down with someone at the clinic to talk about our overseas medical screening. This person told him that I and the kids wouldn't have to come in for a screening, they'd just check our records and OK our paperwork that way. Great, wonderful!
Except SO not true. We had an appointment, we thought, with the same guy today at 1:00. Turns out the appointment was with a preventive medicine corpsman who said that I needed to get three shots. I had to endure the ladies in the immunization clinic giving me grief because I don't have a shot record. I mean, c'mon. I'm 33. I don't have one anymore...can't even remember the last time I got an immunization besides the useless flu shot. Have you had the measles shot? Uhhhh, let me think back 32 years. Yeah, probably. My parents weren't the type who would have foregone immunizations. So quit giving me hell, OK lady? I mean, I would seriously like to know how many adults in the age group 30-50 have their shot records? Anyone? Anyone?
That's what I thought.
Of course, I guard Josiah and Annika's shot records with my life. Mommies, don't ever, ever lose your kid's shot record. Josiah was sweet enough to hold my hand while I got my shots, one in the back of my right arm and one in the top of each of my arms. I'm covered with Tweety-Bird band aids.
OK, next hoop: over to dental. Of course, my husband who never flosses and brushes his teeth so cursorily that he may as well NOT brush his teeth--he has no cavities. Me, I have the beginnings of another one. I didn't have any cavities at all until I was about 24. Seriously. And now, in my middle age, my teeth are failing me. Grrr. I say all this as I sit here drinking my Cherry Coke. I'm switching to Zero after this, I swear.
Worst of all: Josiah has the beginning of a cavity. I know...put me in the town square and throw rotted vegetables at me, or better yet, pixy stix and caramels and bon-bons. I sweeeearrrr, he doesn't eat that much sugar. The dentist said that as long as we keep that area clean, he probably won't have to have it filled. When we got home, I gave both of the kids a NICE BIG GLASS OF WATER!!! We're going to start drinking a lot more water! Yay!'
But God do I feel like Mother of the Year!! I am so great!!! My three-year-old has a miniscule cavity.
I suck. And my arms hurt.
Honestly, I don't remember going through all of this for our move to Japan. Hans spent a good chunk of last week getting checked over, blood drawn, shots, dental checks, eye exams (he came home after having his eyes dilated with those goofy old geezer black eyeglasses...). He sat down with someone at the clinic to talk about our overseas medical screening. This person told him that I and the kids wouldn't have to come in for a screening, they'd just check our records and OK our paperwork that way. Great, wonderful!
Except SO not true. We had an appointment, we thought, with the same guy today at 1:00. Turns out the appointment was with a preventive medicine corpsman who said that I needed to get three shots. I had to endure the ladies in the immunization clinic giving me grief because I don't have a shot record. I mean, c'mon. I'm 33. I don't have one anymore...can't even remember the last time I got an immunization besides the useless flu shot. Have you had the measles shot? Uhhhh, let me think back 32 years. Yeah, probably. My parents weren't the type who would have foregone immunizations. So quit giving me hell, OK lady? I mean, I would seriously like to know how many adults in the age group 30-50 have their shot records? Anyone? Anyone?
That's what I thought.
Of course, I guard Josiah and Annika's shot records with my life. Mommies, don't ever, ever lose your kid's shot record. Josiah was sweet enough to hold my hand while I got my shots, one in the back of my right arm and one in the top of each of my arms. I'm covered with Tweety-Bird band aids.
OK, next hoop: over to dental. Of course, my husband who never flosses and brushes his teeth so cursorily that he may as well NOT brush his teeth--he has no cavities. Me, I have the beginnings of another one. I didn't have any cavities at all until I was about 24. Seriously. And now, in my middle age, my teeth are failing me. Grrr. I say all this as I sit here drinking my Cherry Coke. I'm switching to Zero after this, I swear.
Worst of all: Josiah has the beginning of a cavity. I know...put me in the town square and throw rotted vegetables at me, or better yet, pixy stix and caramels and bon-bons. I sweeeearrrr, he doesn't eat that much sugar. The dentist said that as long as we keep that area clean, he probably won't have to have it filled. When we got home, I gave both of the kids a NICE BIG GLASS OF WATER!!! We're going to start drinking a lot more water! Yay!'
But God do I feel like Mother of the Year!! I am so great!!! My three-year-old has a miniscule cavity.
I suck. And my arms hurt.
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