So, Number One Son calls up, "You're a mother..."
Well...thank you...?
Apparently "Mother" in his eyes means one can diagnose illness and prescribe the appropriate treatment over the phone.
I diagnosed, from 5000 miles away, that he was suffering the beginning stages of H1N1 and prescribed what he should do.
He is a young man with a mind of his own. I really wish he just wouldn't waste my time and energies if he's not going to listen to what he asks me to tell him.
Two days later, the hospital diagnoses him. I was right. What can I say? I do NOT get paid enough.
Funny thing about all of this?
He was at work AT THE HOSPITAL as a CNA when the fever hit and he WENT HOME TO CALL ME.
Wow.
Now in this same exciting week, I had to postpone my reluctantly-agreed-to Jamie At Home party (I am SUCH a sucker. Please, if you need to sell something, come right here --just follow the giant "S") because so many people have been stricken with this flu.
The consultant admitted she was also feeling poorly and I gave a couple of suggestions, mainly that this is not your general I'll-be-ok-in-a-day-or-two flu.
Her response kind of caught me off guard, "What are you, a Doctor?"
Rude.
I do NOT get paid enough.
thanks so much for dropping by my place at hilary's suggestion.
ReplyDeleteand after reading this, i quite agree...you are not paid enough. i vote you get a significant raise.
Snort! Oh- literally I guess since we're talking about Swine Flu. I had it back in July and it isn't THAT bad until it settles into your lungs and zaps all your energy.
ReplyDeleteHe probably picked up at work. At least he knows who to call for comfort. Mom.
So I'm having this Megan's Pantry party....
ReplyDeleteFeel free to smack me. ;)
Hahaha! You know what? I STILL call my mom when I'm not feeling good. Isn't that weird? I think so.
ReplyDeleteIts your hat..Doctor Mom...it never gets retired.
ReplyDeleteSandi
Amen to that. What is it with boys? I mean, they call us for that stuff until they finally marry and even after that.
ReplyDeleteHowever, pushy people that talk us into doing that which we really don't want to do, need to be a lot less snarky when one offers advice....
I'm pretty good at diagnosing, too...why don't the kids believe us - they only believe the doctor - who I pay for!
ReplyDeleteThat was a fun read. This is the face of my future. God bless.
ReplyDeleteHe just wanted to let you know he still needs you.
ReplyDeletei'd use her rudeness as an excuse to cancel the party
ReplyDelete;)
That was VERY rude. Cheek!
ReplyDeleteI've joined NaBloPoMo. Thanks for the tip!
Dr. Mom, who else would they turn to? And who else would they take such great pleasure in ignoring?
ReplyDeleteThis is the reason why I love my Mama so much. I can call her anytime. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you and I'm sorry. Rest assured we love you. :)
Wow - you're a doctor too? Kewl. I'm so impressed.
ReplyDeleteCracks me up that he works in a hospital and went back to work with swine flu. Hospitals get pretty torqued about that kind of thing.
So when I need to start selling baskets, I come to you? Awesommeness.
Hey, at least your young man trust his 'personal un-certified doctor' more than the ones with the white robe on. *wink*
ReplyDeleteThat trust itself worth more than the paycheck of any Dr., ya?
You may not be a doctor but you do a darn good job diagnosing from different countries! Don't let the woman's question throw you. You should have said. "I am not a doctor. I am a mother and that is close enough!"
ReplyDeleteThat flu is everywhere here. Cute post! You really OUGHT to be getting paid more for what you do, I think. ;)
ReplyDeleteI hope you are not still having a party for that rude woman!
ReplyDeleteMothers never get paid enough...unless they really are doctors too.
I have a scratch throat and...
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. I hope your party is canceled and not just postponed. Rude chic she was!
Being in another country.. Does that make you one of those dr.'s without borders? =)
ReplyDeleteMy sister is a nursing student, I call her! My Mom is old school, her remedies include "smearing" - one of my least favorite words - some Vicks on your chest and wrapping a sock around your throat! And her cure all elixir? Whiskey, lemon juice and honey.. Hahaha..
No one beats Dr. Mom.. Well, unless it's my Mom..