Beat it

It does not bode well for my future sanity that I have already reached my Michael Jackson saturation point on this, the sixth day after his death.

Oh man. I am having one of those days. Cletus the Former Fetus woke up this morning and refused to put weight on her left foot, saying it was "ouchy." I checked it for swelling and discoloration, wiggled it around to see if it was tender or stiff, couldn't find a thing wrong with it. Still, she took a step and winced and stumbled.

I called my mom, who told me to check for bug bites. She also told me that my brother's CAT scan had gone fine on Tuesday, but that his surgeon wouldn't let him return to work until August, and that they still hadn't been able to get him an appointment at the fancy specialty clinic for the disease they think he might have, and that Daniel was depressed and scared that he might lose his job. And then she started crying.

I checked the bottom of Cletus' foot and found two faint pink circles where some creature apparently feasted. I took her in to see the doctor. Cletus' doc gave her a quick exam, glanced at her foot for about.006 seconds, and diagnosed with authority: "She's limping." I was all "Yeah, so, I thought we'd covered that when I walked in the door and called your attention to her limp, but... thanks!" And he was all, "Yes, and those are bug bites. Would you like some lotion for them?" And I was all, "Yes, some lotion and proof of your malpractice insurance, which you will need when these bug bites infect my child's bloodstream."

[The only up side to the appointment was the knowledge that I wouldn't have to pay for it, since we've already maxed out our deductibles and out-of-pocket expenses for the year. And it's only July! Wheeee! For the rest of the year, we are living like Canadians!]

And then I took Cletus to daycare (where, upon seeing her friends playing baseball outside, she experienced a sudden and miraculous recovery) and went home to write. Except I didn't write. I puttered around and did laundry and worked my volunteer shift at the resale shop. And now I feel that big blah empty feeling you get when you spend your day accomplishing not a damn thing.

I'm gonna go get my kid now.