Playing Doctor

Kate loves to play doctor, in fact, she would like to be a rock star and a doctor when she grows up. Little does she know, there are rock star doctors such as Paul Farmer, but I digress....tonight it was Scott's turn to play doctor.

First, let me say I do have the greatest husband in the world. I often do not tell him this, but I do think the world of him. Especially tonight. He played podiatrist with The Mimi. He cut her toenails, a task that I refuse to do. I do a great deal for The Mimi: set up her coffee, wash her clothes, put the toilet paper on the wall, open her food containers, and other even more intimate duties when she's sick. But I cannot cut her toenails. Period.

She asked Scott to cut them a while back, and with little hesitation, he dove in. Tonight was the second appointment. They got to use the new $13 fancy toenail scissors from Walgreens. They were both borderline giddy. Until the blood came. Using the old-style clippers to start, a small knick became a wet washcloth inducing pressure point (that I got to hold) while Scott cleaned a small pool of blood. With The Mimi's Plavix, her blood runs freely to avoid the strokes she has suffered in the past. I interrupted my ironing at 10:15 pm to assist in the kitchen-ER, and once under control, I finished up Scott's two shirts and a dress of Kate's. After the appointment was complete, they debriefed the experience: the cut, the successfully clipping. Scott mentioned he needed to get a "mortar board" (he knew he had the wrong term, but I HAD to include that in here)....emery board..... Kate slept through the ordeal that we'll have to caution ourselves not to mention tomorrow....she loves an adventure, and this certainly counts as one. Peace and sweet dreams.....