So my littlest needed an MRI yesterday.
Nothing serious. Something wrong with her growth plate in her knee plus “osteochondroma of the medial tibia”.
So she’s been on crutches for a couple weeks plus a knee brace…and for the MRI, I reassured her there was nothing to worry about. It would be just some noise and “a shot”.
But after the MRI yesterday, she was a tad upset with me. Well, a mild rant, really…lasting over three hours.
She basically implied that I withheld valuable information from her…regarding the “shot”.
Well, she was right.
It was really an IV…and she said there were TWO injections of dye.
And that the IV needle was in her arm for TWENTY minutes (she exaggerated – of course)…unlike the flu shot three months ago ” that I tried to kill her with and (she) still got sick”.
And that the dye injections made her mouth taste like ocean water and it smelled like garbage.
Oh well.
But she survived.
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Well, she got back at me this morning…because she claims I withheld valuable information from her.
I had to muscle her out of bed and whoo-ee… Was she grumpy or what. But she immediately reminded me while flailing her good arm in no particular pattern “her arm hurt (because of the shot)”. She stopped flailing her good arm just to point to the injection point.
We were running late (on account of she wouldn’t get out of bed, of course). I told her to get in the car while I changed my slacks. (They were too tight. It must be how Halle Berry felt in her Catwoman outfit.)
Hurried to the car and about a half-mile down the street, I looked at her and noticed something. So I asked.
“Buru (my nickname for Brooke), where’s your OTHER crutch?”
She then said with her “give me sympathy” tone of voice, “But Papaa-aaa…” You know. When the voice drags on and goes up and down.
“But Papaa-aaa (she said it twice)… I was too tired this morning so I didn’t want to go look for it…”
So I said, “So you were gonna walk around all day at school today with just one crutch?” to which she just makes a small giggling sound while smiling so innocently back at me.
Had to turn around to get the dang crutch; found it at 6:44 AM.
She got back me all right, that sneaky little thing.
Oh, we-ll-ll-ll (as my voice goes up and down).
Masako and Spam Musubi 
Ha!
Your time will come, Punkie. Your time will come… Mwahaha
She did get you good! ahaha! I hope she won’t need surgery!
I’m hoping surgery’s not necessary, too.
yes!!
Papaa-aaa wrote this very well. Glad it’s nothing serious.
Thank youuuuu! 🙂
What a good Papa you are! I hope all turns out well with the MRI.
It’s Papaa-aaa… Lol
Ahhhhh, I forgot to add the whine. 😉 LOL.
Hook line and sinker!
A heavy sinker. 🙂
She’ll be good as new – she has the strength of her family behind her.
I’m sure she’ll be fine! She just needs to take it easy and stay off the knee for a while, I’m sure… Thanks!
Nothing Like a “mild, three hour rant,” Koji. Fun blog. I think your daughter has your number. (grin)
…and Peggy doesn’t have yours?! LOL
No matter how bad a situation is, there is always something to laugh about. Which is good because laughter is the best medicine. Good luck and God bless.
Thank you, barbarastanley, for your well wishes! She is still using a crutch and on physical therapy…but I seriously doubt it will help. We’ll just wait and see!
I was in a wheelchair for months, on crutches for months, then a cane for two years. It can get better if you believe and never give up.
Smart girl taking a rant out on you! I would have, too.
I won’t have none of this girlie-girl-ganging-up-on-men stuff! lol
…and I’m sure you would have.
LoL!
What are you doing still up?? Isn’t it past your bed time? 🙂
I was just thinking that. I’m on my way to it.