Mommy in the Raw: Mama Called the Doctor and the Doctor Said…
Wednesday
Jun 16, 2010
Forgive me World, but sometimes I have to go to the doctor. This probably happens twice a year at most, but yes, it does happen. And yes, I did get the memo titled Mommies Getting Sick is Verboten, but like I said, it happens.
It happened yesterday, as a matter of fact. Though my throat’s been hurting for about two weeks, I’ve gone about my life, ignoring it just like any good mommy would, in accordance with the afore-mentioned memo. But then, the unthinkable happened. I woke up yesterday without a voice. Let me tell you, it is very difficult to spend an entire day alone with a two year old and a four year old and no ability to speak.
Those kids outright laughed at me when I attempted to enforce a time out. Apparently, my crazy, emphatic, gesturing to the stairs was funny to them. How lovely that my sore throat becomes amusement for the whole family.
Since the mute parenting wasn’t as effective as I’d hoped, since I had no idea how long my voice would be on vacation, and since I was in pain, I called my doctor’s office. Somehow, the kind receptionist could understand my garbled sultry whisperings and fit me in for a late afternoon appointment.
Fieldtrip!
But not the fun kind that revolves around the kids. Not the kind the results in stickers and ice cream for everyone. The kind that forces me, the two munchkins and a doctor together in a 4×4 exam room that may well double as an echo chamber. Because over the chaos that my dear children were creating, I couldn’t hear a word that doctor said beyond, “Claritin.”
Awesome.
I was kinda banking on an antibiotic and relief within 24 hours, which is why I bothered to arrange this little rendez-vous. But Claritin? Seriously? Tell me that over the phone, dude! Don’t make me haul my butt and two other little butts in for Claritin!
Well, people, I got home and took the Claritin. Just like the doctor ordered. And guess what? I woke up this morning able to enforce time outs like nobody’s business. Don’t mess with me kids, I’m no longer channeling Marcel Marceau. My mime days are over.
Now, sit down and lemme read you a book!

Comments
Marie
June 16th, 2010 at 10:49 am
That’s what you get for breaking the mommy rules! XD
Yet, while a sore throat is fun, I dare you to enforce a time out with a full-on stomach bug. I’m so lucky my boy is nowhere near “time-out” age yet!
Kendra
June 17th, 2010 at 8:42 am
Sick Mommy is the worst. I tend to have ongoing, relatively low-level problems that go on and on for ages. Sort of like that noise your brakes make, but you know, if you ignore it long enough, eventually the noise goes away, and that must mean it’s all better, right?
I finally gave in and made an appointment for next month for something that’s been bothering me for (no kidding) just over a year. I’m still all obsessed with the fact that I’m going to have to close day care, and who’s going to watch my kids, and is this even worth the trouble? Frustrating to think I used to think nothing of popping over to the doctor for unexplained pain. Those were the days, eh?
Claudia Lewis
June 18th, 2010 at 12:37 am
Great column, Kam! Love it!
Tammy Gathright
July 1st, 2010 at 10:23 am
Short term fix on getting your voice back before you get to the doctor….1 shot vodka, 3 shots cranberry juice. It really does work for a couple hours.
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