Thursday, January 27, 2005

Can I help you?

This was an actual scene from my visit to the pharmacy last night to pick up a prescription for little Dak. He has a little eye infection, caused by a block tear duct, nothing serious, just a minor irritation. My thoughts are in italics.

Pharmacy Cashier: Has your son ever used these eye drops before?
Me: No.
Pharmacy Cashier: Let me get the pharmacist for you.
Me: OK. (Wow, that was nice of her to get the pharmacist. There must be more to using these than what's on the label).

Pharmacist: Can I help you?
Me: My son has never taken this medication before so she thought you could help me.
Pharmacist: Well, they're eye drops.
Me: I know. (Yes, I know I said he hadn't "taken" the medicine, but I meant he hadn't "used" the medication. In any event, I know they're eye drops).
Pharmacist (running her finger along the words on the label): It says here to "put two drops in each eye four times daily for seven days."
Me: Uh-huh. (Yes, I can read the label. I wasn't the one who called you over here to read the label. Is there anything else I should know about it?) Well, the infection is only in one eye, so he's supposed to put it in both eyes?
Pharmacist: Well, maybe he has the infection in both eyes (no he doesn't), or maybe it's preventative maintenance to keep the other one from getting infected (aaah, a much better answer, finally something that's helpful).
Me: Do you have any tips on putting the eye drops in. He's only two months old.
Pharmacist: Not really. I'd say it's just like putting it in an adult's eye, just put it in the corner and blink.
Me: (Yeah, except that an adult knows you have to keep you're eye open and doesn't squirm and squint his eyes closed tightly. And how am I supposed to get him to blink when he doesn't even know his own name yet?) OK, thanks.

I left the pharmacy shaking my head. Aren't pharmacists supposed to be well-educated? Maybe so, but this one certainly didn't have any social education. I haven't used the drops yet, because the doctor told me to wait a couple of days to see if it cleared up on its own. If not, I'll have to sit down with little Dak and explain the nuances of putting eye drops in. I'm sure it will be fine. The pharmacist should know.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005


It's amazing how much you grow as a parent, how things that you didn't think you could bear with the first one, become old hat with the second.

Yesterday, we took little Dak for his 2-month checkup. Everything was great. He's nearly 14 pounds and 24 inches long. Then came the moment of truth: the shots. He had to have five, two in each leg and one in the arm (the killer). When little Boogie first had her shots, I cried as much as she did. But with Dak it was different. I held his hands and whispered reassuring words to him. He didn't even cry on the first shot. Then the nurse said, "This next one will burn a little," and he started to cry. He was OK on the next two, and then the arm shot came. Babies have this strange method of crying when they're in extreme pain. Their mouths are open, the chin and tongue are quivering, the face is red, but no sound comes out. Yet. Then you hear this ear-drum-shattering scream that lets you know they are not happy.

But then the nurse rubbed his legs and he was smiling and happy. He was definitely a champ, a tough little guy. And of course he slept so well last night due to his traumatic day.

One round of shots down, 4 more to go!

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Strange Habit

I love to people watch. If I had the time, I'd just sit in the mall and watch the entertainment go by. Some of the things people wear in broad daylight astound me. Not that I'm a fashion plate by any means. My standard wardrobe (when not wearing the business attire required by my job) consists of jeans, t-shirts and flip-flops, typical mommy-wear. But at least I try to match patterns and wear things that fit my body. Unfortunately I can't say the same for many people out there.

This morning, I took an early trip out to my favorite store, Target. At the light, I saw one of the best people-watching sights ever. I saw a nun crossing the street. Wile it could seem a little strange to see a nun in Huntingon Beach crossing the street, that wasn't what caught my eye. You see, she wasn't really a nun. At least I don't think so. I guess the Pope could have changed the dress code to entail leather knee boots, a leather jacket and smoky kohl eyeliner ala Joan Jett. I thought she was a nun because in addition to the aforementioned attire, she wore a nun's habit and a cross necklace. I know Madonna did the cross necklace with equally inappropriate garb (lace bustiers and hip-hugging skirts), but she never wore the nun's habit (did she?). By the way, is a nun's habit the whole outfit or just the headgear? This woman just wore the headgear (not to be confused with dental apparatus ala Joan Cusack in 16 Candles).

And how would I know she was wearing a cross necklace, considering I was in my car and she was crossing the street? It was easy to spot as she held it up to the heavens, looking up and shouting, "Thank you, Jesus!" I don't know if she actually shouted it since I couldn't hear her, but the exaggerated movements of her mouth as she said it led me to believe she shouted. The strange part (like it wasn't strange already?) was that she said it as soon as she stepped into the street. She kissed the cross and held it up, grateful for, what, the light turning green? I would think she would have saved her thanks until she actually reached the other side.

I think I should start looking for strange characters every day. My friend and I used to talk about doing a documentary on just random strange people we saw every day, like the girl she saw riding her bike at the university we attended. Not strange in itself since many college students ride bikes, just usually not small banana-seat bikes with the high handle bars.

I guess these characters help make life more interesting!