I had to reschedule Peyton’s next appointment because the doctor’s office gave us a time that wouldn’t work for us. I was talking to Dave about it, saying that she would need shots at this appointment. Brandon heard us talking and started whining, “No, I don’t want Baby Sister to get shots!” It was really very sweet – he was afraid for her because he knows that shots hurt. I did explain to him that shots actually help protect them from getting sick. He didn’t care about that, he just didn’t want her to be “shot”.
Fountain of Youth – As tired and haggard as I’ve been, one of my patients I was seeing for the first time told me, “Aren’t you a bit young to be a pharmacist?” I was a little surprised (it’s like me getting carded at a restaurant – it just doesn’t happen anymore), and told her it was my 6th year, going on 7. I told her about the schooling, and even the year of residency. I even threw in the part about having 2 kids, not that that defines age, but for good measure. She then said, “Well, ok, I guess you just look young then. It’ll be nice in 30 years.” Let’s hope so. Around here, the kids at work refer to me as one of the “Old School-ers” who sit around talking about our chronic conditions.
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