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Paging Quincy, Quincy, M.D.??

The Peanut has a raging yeast infection. How does a 4 year old get a yeast infection you ask? Why you put her on two antibiotics - one for a chest/lung infection thingy and one for a UTI. Then you listen to her scream that her butt hurts and a hair is biting her vagina. I don't know, I just report these things. Then you take her to the walk in clinic and get a script for another antibiotic. 

The husband has Sinusitis. Wanna know how we know this? He had a fever of 104.2, body aches, the shakes worse than Michael J. Fox off his meds and the chills. No, not Influenza H1N1helrh40932ng,se40349s.lp;oewiurwp - They jabbed a swab up his nose for that. We spent a few hours in the ER with this fun stuff. As they took him away for a CT scan, I decided to go get the girl's script for her infection filled. 

Lo, the pharmacy at my store didn't have either medicine. Yay. The next closest of my stores didn't have it. Yay merrily. The Walgreen's next to one of the stores had one of the meds. My store will have the other one tomorrow. That's cool though, she needs to take this other one first. So I drive all the way to Walgreen's and get the script. Meanwhile, the husband is trying to call me to come get him. They discharged him twenty minutes before he called. I didn't know my phone was vibrating and missed a couple calls from him to come get him. Oops. Half an hour later I pick him up at the ER and we go home. At 830pm. We started this gig with the husband around 230ish pm. 

I am in desperate need of a nap. 

Oh and happy 36th birthday to me. 

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Mandy said…
ick... they swabbed his nose?! was it like the tiny swabs where it feels like they are poking you in the back of your brain?! because that doesnt feel good...i dont think i will ever let them 'swab my nose' again!!!!

oh and i laughed when you said 'all the way to walgreens' like its reeeeeally that far!!! :P HAHAHA
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