Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Happy Rosh Hashanah!

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Oh well, linking instead.


Sunday, September 21, 2008

Having A Doctor In The Family Isn't As Helpful As You Might Think

On Friday, I noticed that a lymph node under my jaw was swollen.  Earlier in the week, I'd noticed a red and itchy spot on my neck where something had bitten me.  I assumed the two were probably connected.  The next morning, though, the swelling was much worse.  Seeing as I tend toward hypochondria anyhow, I quizzed my doctor husband.  He, as usual, was unconcerned.  He, as usual, dismissed it as possibly being something viral.  He knows I hate being told that.  (Ok, sure, I once paged him at work to tell him I was positive I had anthrax.  That one did turn out to be a virus, actually.)

We had the following conversation over breakfast:

Me: Don't forget about the bite on my neck....maybe some kind of spider bit me.  Maybe it was a brown recluse!

Him:  They don't live around here.

Me:  But this isn't normal.

Him:  Does the floor of your mouth feel ok?

Me: (panicking slightly and poking around with my tongue) I think so. Yes.  Why?  What does that mean?

Him:  Just making sure you don't have any sort of infection there.

Me:  Well, what symptoms should I look out for?

Him: (without looking up from the newspaper) Difficulty breathing.

Me: (trying unsuccessfully not to shriek)  What? Don't say that!  That's not funny!  Why would you say that when you know you're leaving town tomorrow?  What am I going to do?

Him: (finally turning to look at me and speaking in a voice usually reserved for slow children):  Do you want me to show you where the 9 and the 1 are on the phone?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Three Things

Three funny things David said today:

1.  This morning I had encouraged him to change from shorts to long pants as it was quite chilly.  By the afternoon, though, it had warmed up considerably.  Leaving school he announced loudly, "I am NOT wearing pants to school tomorrow!"

2.  Upon finding out that there is a new kid named "Coyote" in his lily-white suburban school, he said to me very sincerely, "I bet he's Native American."

3.  Ritu was watching Candy Crowley reporting on the news.  David looked at her and observed "That's a bulky lady."

Back To School

Today is the first day of school!  I'm sitting here in complete silence and I couldn't be happier.  David started 6th grade (his last year at the elementary school <sniff>) and Juliana is in third.  David has the same teacher as last year as he is in a 5/6 blend.  Juliana moved up to a new teacher, but it's the same one David had for 3rd and 4th grade so we were all pleased.  Here are the little angels this morning:



As has been our custom on the first day of school for the last three years, a group of us went out to lunch.  This year we went to a new Thai restaurant in town.  It's a lovely sunny place with those pretty jewel colored pendant lights hanging down.  As our group numbered 10, they pushed some tables together to accommodate all of us.  I was one of the last to arrive so I ended up at the far end of the table. After we ordered, I walked down to talk to my friends at the other end.  There was a long banquette running along one side, so I sat there and chatted until the waitress started bringing the food.  I got up to make my way back to my seat and as I stood, my head hit something hard.  Turns out that when they pushed together the tables, it left one of pendant lights just hanging over empty space.  Well, I shouldn't say empty space; in fact, it was the space my head was occupying when I stood up.  I tried to play it off and managed to walk back to my chair without clutching my head with both hands.  I'd hit the light with such force that it was still swinging madly on it's wire when the waitress returned and I saw her actually reach up and steady it with her hand.  Nothing says back to school like Thai food and a head injury.