I did absolutely nothing this weekend!! Well, almost nothing. Saturday afternoon, I took P to a friend's house because they wanted her to go with them to a wingding on base (they didn't invite me, I guess I AM a second class citizen now!!).
Well, I have class tonight~NOT looking forward to it. It's like the teacher is speaking Farsi or something~'kfaleir faerueir relational database iuoeri.' Thank goodness we have to do a group project!! I guess I'll get back to pickin' cotton.
Once again, P didn't dress up for Holloween. Up until Thursday, she wanted to be a Princess, then she changed her mind at the last minute.
Sunday, I was forced to watch a LOOOONNNNNG Care Bear movie. Not once, but twice! WHY ARE THEY SO POPULAR AGAIN???
Oh, I also watched the complete first season of Ali G. If you want to talk like him, use can use his translator. I remember back in 2000, walking down Oxford Street in London, and seeing him and wondering 'Who is that fool in the loud yellow suit?'. Evidently they were filming a segment for his program. Anyway, the dvd is pretty funny.
Now that I have passed a portion of my hacking cough to P, I need to take her to the doctor. This brings me to another point~~why do total strangers feel the need to diagnose your ailments? While in the commissary last week, 3 different strangers had 'cures' for my cough, and one even had the nerve to tell me that I have walking pneumonia, and that I should hurry and get to the doctor, because I could also have a collapsed lung. So nice of him to care!! I bought some Vicks Formula 44D (liquid crack), drank some and laid on the couch. It didn't help the cough, but I felt good!
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I'm back from the doctor. The doc gave her a prescription for Robitussin. The whole time we were in the exam room with the doctor, P did not cough ONE TIME!! The doctor was giving me the crazy eye. I explained to her that I called earlier, and her lackey said I should bring her in to be checked.
While at the clinic, I made a few observations:
Get better soon!
