When your doctor is 4…
Whenever I had a cold growing up, my dad used to always say, “Well, I can put you on some medicine for that and you’ll probably feel better in 7 days, or you can let it run its course and you’ll be well in a week.” I found his refusal to treat the common cold like the emergency I thought it was incredibly frustrating, but I really think he enjoyed his little remedy riddles.
Now days I turn to the Spouse or to my children to discuss my ailments {yes, you should feel sorry for them}, and this is an excerpt from last night’s bedtime conversation with the Preschooler…
{I didn’t realize my dessert intake had gotten so out of control, but once she mentioned it…}
So, there you have it… a prescription for wellness. A few chicken mini’s at Chic-fil-a, a little Tex-Mex at Salsarita’s, and some self-restraint on the desserts. I think medical wisdom must run in the family.
