I am glad I am not a doctor

When I was younger, in middle school, I thought I might want to be a doctor after watching a video on heart surgery. Then, I found out I am not good at science and later on realized I would have to touch people and I do not like touching people.

As a mother, I am not a good doctor either because I am not very sympathetic. If my kids are in pain or have an ache but they will not take medicine, I figure I cannot help them and so be it. My daughter does not like to take medicine but my son will so at least I can help him some of the time.

My husband I am not sympathetic towards either because he likes to try and change things around even if something is already working. For instance, he uses a c-pap machine at night. For the longest time he had trouble getting it to work, like months. Finally he got it to work but insteead of doing it that way the next night, he wanted to try it a different way, maybe it would be better. He has a tummy pill he is supposed to take every day but he only takes it if his tummy starts to hurt so it never heals all the way.

Now I have had stomach pains for the last week unlike any other pain I have ever had. It reminds me of when I had appendicitis but I had that removed and this pain comes and goes in waves with no other symptoms. I decide to look on line and for some reason looked up conjuntivitis but that is, of course, pink eye! What I was looking for was something called diverculosis(sp?) which has something to do with food getting stuck in the intestines but I do not think that is what it is either.

Then we were all sitting around eating lunch and I aid, "Well, I am going to try to ignore it and get on with my life." a typical reaction on my part. My husband says, "Noooooooo, you will go to the doctor".

Oh yeah, that is what you do when you do not get better.

Well, we had some sad news today. Pete and Bre went to church (I was home sick with Luke who was still asleep) and the sermon was about a boy Bre's age who passed away last week. We did not know anything about it and missed the funeral. He had a heart condition and apparently woke up and passed out. He was in Bre's First Communion class and was excited to take part in communion which he wanted as part of his funeral. His name was Luke and he like Star Wars.

After the service, Pete and Bre went groceries and they ran into the family that lost their son. So, they stopped and chatted a bit and Pete gave them our condolences. Breanna wrote a nice post on her blog which you can get to from my sidebar. They were really the only family we have gotten to know since we joined this church and now we missed his funeral.