After a second round of antibiotics in the past two months, Daisy’s ear infection is still going strong. The cost of each round of ten pills: $56. It’s time for a new course of action. Every day from now on, I’ve decided to stuff a $5 bill in her mouth. That way, I can feel like I just screwed myself, rather than by the doggie pharmaceutical industry. Who knows? Maybe the fiber in paper money might do her some good.
Here’s to our doctors and nurses
While the doctor on call this weekend was vague and uninformative, my 22-year-old sister, school nurse and 2010 Quinnipiac graduate, was able to diagnose, treat, and practically cure my child right over the phone. America, it’s time to drop the lawsuits and let our doctors speak their minds. As for you, Chelsea Petrovits, I thank you for your sound and professional advice. If it doesn’t work, I’ll sue your ass.
Hey, y’all…
“I bought my ex-husband Horny Goat Weed. Then he started dating goats.” –words of wisdom from my ex-roommate, Erika. I would like to thank her for all the laughs, for putting up with my Yankee antics in our cramped South campus dorm room in Chapel Hill, and for NOT being one of those North campus girls, who faithfully set their hair in hot rollers before each 8 a.m. class. Love those Southern belles!
I’m dreaming of a windtunnel this Christmas…
Driving home today, I discovered the kids’ play tunnel floating down the street. Suddenly, I had the perfect alibi—for the mysterious disappearance of the giant inflatable snowman Doug insists on displaying on our front lawn every Christmas. Can I hear it for an F5 tornado sometime between Thanksgiving and New Year’s?