Reason No. 4,822 That Moving Sucks

It's the little stuff.  Like trying to get going with a new pediatrician's office. 

We are now on a wait list which will allow us to make an appointment starting on March 1st. 

In the meantime, if anyone gets sick I'm supposed to call and basically beg to be seen, with no guarantee of that.  Or go back to our old pediatrician's office in the city.  Which is funny, because I'm already fighting the urge to just stick with that practice in the first place because I like our old doctor a lot.  If the kids would just stay well, it would work great!  We had the good fortune of a healthy summer, so suddenly I start talking myself into the feasibility of that idea.

But then I remember: winter is coming.  Remember those seven doctor's appointments in eight days last year, Kate?   

And while we're on the topic of griping about medical professionals, why did Grandpa Dave have to go and retire?  : )  That was in 2012.  I had better find us all a new dentist before everyone's teeth rot out of their mouths.

P.S.  What happened to Waylon Week?  I'm laughing at myself, because clearly my announcement of Waylon Week did not spur me to write or post any faster.  So it looks like at my current pace, Waylon Week will continue, off and on, for another 21 days or so.  

And then this was today...

4:20 p.m., ear infection #1.

7:00 p.m., ear infection #2.
Oh, sweet Junie, are you getting your ears checked, or posing for a Manet painting?


(Edouard Manet, "Olympia", 1863)

Or was it the George Costanza you were going for instead?

I'm not gonna lie. Seven pediatric appointments in eight days, some while driving through snow in rush hour traffic with a perilously (I cannot stress that "perilously" enough) low gas tank, are taking a toll on me. Plus, you know, the crying children.  (Here is where we should be pausing to feel sorry for them, and I do....but also me.)  Joe has suggested that we simply buy a siren to slap on the top of the van.  The stress of running an infirmary while trying to move has us feeling like an episode of M*A*S*H.

So, you get the idea.  In real life I'm super cranky, but let me be positive here and just say that the friendly doctor's office receptionist cheekily pointed out to me today, "You know, it would be cheaper to just buy them some stickers instead of coming to all these appointments."  Zing!

And - get this - the Walgreens pharmacist made us a standing offer to call in our prescriptions in the morning and have them delivered to our home for free!  "That's not something I can offer to just anybody, you know?"  Oh Lord, we must look like such a sorry crew.  I thought I was at least faking competence in public well, but maybe not.