Spoke too soon. 

Ivy is sick again.

blah blah blah.

Same old same old.

We called the doctor two days ago and, what a surprise, he never called back.

Blah blah blah.

Boogety “I’m too important” doctor’s receptionists who don’t listen and who won’t do anything you ask of them just because you are low life clientelle who want too much of the doctors time in their humble opinions.

Doctors who don’t give a rats.

Blah blah blah

Immunologists who say to call them on a specific day only to be told (by pitbull receptionists) they are not available to talk to clientelle and if you were wanting a word with the doctor that holds your daughter’s future in her hands, that you will need to make another appointment.

In three months time.

Blah blah bl**dy blah!

Snot and vomit and ear goop, oh my!

Tears, fever, worry and mess.

Hospital; will I won’t I?

Should I?

Blah blah blah.

Evening phone calls from doctors who call too late to be effective and don’t apologise for not ringing a script through on time.

Immunologists who just don’t bother ringing back, at all, despite messages left and clientelle doing what was asked of them.

I need a holiday.

Sure, like that’s going to happen.

Blah blah blah!

Mothers are not allowed to say that their daughters have put on weight

but they worry about the consequences and they are blamed for it, whether they say something or not.

If you mention that the girl has added a few kilos, you get tears and death stares for not loving her just as she is, for not supporting your very own words that ‘everyone comes packaged differently’ and because you are the pot calling the kettle black.

If you don’t mention it, you get tears and angry words because you didn’t say anything and you didn’t do anything to help the girl lose weight ie: let her go on a diet. Anger is directed towards you because you are not of slender physique and this has obviously been passed down through genetics.

It’s a lose/ lose situation when you are the mother of the pre teen girl.