September 24, 2008 by diahnott

We’ve had a traumatic week already. While playing tennis Monday morning, Junebug whacked Doodlebug upside the head with his racket. It was a complete accident. Junebug never saw him – his was just swinging and had a nice follow through for once – Doodlebug was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thankfully, there as a nice ER physician on the next court who was in the right place at the right time for us and she gave him a thorough examination and pronounced him bruised but not broken. 10 minutes later he was up playing again – so well, in fact, that I suggested we should hit him upside the head before every game.
Then, today, Junebug had to go for his 7-year-old checkup. And 3 shots. And a finger-prick. Lord. The volume level his screaming reached has not been matched in the natural world. And that was before they even gave him the shot. I passed out when they actually stuck him, the noise was so deafening. I think he broke my eardrum. Doodlebug had his hands over his ears, big grimace on his face. Next time, we’re bringing ear protection. No lie.
Tomorrow Doodlebug gets a flu shot. Let’s hope he handles it a little better. I don’t think my head can’t take the trauma. And someone please explain to me why I can’t manage to schedule things a little better – couldn’t we have done this today while we were at the doctor’s office? sigh.
We have to take the dogs and the cat to the vet tomorrow. At least they don’t scream when they get their shots.
They don’t request the Disney store and McDonald’s afterwards, either. Guess what we’ll be doing tomorrow afternoon? Hello mall…