Monthly Archives: September 2015

After I was officially given the diagnoses from the “real” doctor (or whatever “how to ask questions like a doctor” site she was looking at) I called hubby to tell him the 411. “Bactrum?! You’ll get a UTI” he said. … Continue reading →

When walking into the doctor’s office to sign in, the secretary dressed in scrubs (???) asked me to verify my date of birth. “4/20/15” I said. “Have a seat- the doctor will see you shortly.”

DD told me that it is important to look out for any side effects like: rashes, tightness in my chest, shortness of breath and esophageal something scary. Now, on the screen before, she had asked me if I was still taking … Continue reading →

I understand when the nurse who has 3 minutes with me until the doctor decides to make his arrival makes small talk- and can shrug off the “how are you doing today?” cup comment. But I have little tolerance for … Continue reading →

What could be worse than being a doctor during any season? Being a child care profession. So when the doctor with the bedside manner of Dr. Mengele asked me to don a mask- after I was in the 5×5 ventless room … Continue reading →

Many people are selling beauty in a bottle these days. So many people that one has to question the sincerity of the product vs. the pyramid scheme. For example, when they post a side by side of a before an after, I’m … Continue reading →

For the first day of work, I placed a small desk near the entrance of my office, with a sign. The sign said, “Take one of these sheets, and find a seat.” The first few people walked right past it, … Continue reading →

Nothing is more embarrassing than standing in the aisles with your prayer book, and leaning out to kiss the Torah, and having the person carrying it, turn to the other side.

During my child’s well visit, the doctor asked about sleep. “How many hours” was she getting each night? Laughing, I said, “not a lot.” So after our appointment, we went to the market to buy Melatonin- per her suggestion. Within … Continue reading →

My son received a plaid shirt from his great grandmother; he was displeased to say the least. When I called to leave a message, I whispered to him to say, “thank you” into the phone. Son: Thank you but… Me: … Continue reading →