Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

5.24.2005

New discovery

Dollar General generic milk of magnesia tastes like what I imagine pool chalk mixed with that awful glucose pregnancy diabetic drink would taste like.

Worst part. Still no BM. Going on six days now.

I predict the generic MOM will go into effect at 8:30 a.m. Wednesday during Hot Rod's kindergarten graduation.

Hot Rod heard the timer go off for his dinner and told me he wanted his stool (so he could go look at the timer). I told him I wanted my stool, too. He didn't get the humor there.

posted by Army of Mom @ 5:08 PM  

8 Comments:

  • At 7:01 PM, May 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I guess you can't take a bath? A hot bath would help if you can soak in it. Cound you at least soak your legs and get some heat running through you?

     

  • At 7:02 PM, May 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I do want to say that I am glad I had set aside my glass of cranberry juice before I read to the end. LOL
    Giving new meanings to words for six year olds is its own kind of pleasant diversion. Way to go, AoM!

    Too many years ago, when I was a student nurse, we were told to say that a patient had a BM, or that we had to collect a "stool specimen". No slang for nurses, we were to be professionals.
    The last time I went to the doctor's office with DOF, while clear out in the waiting room, I overheard the nurse (maybe medical assistant) ask a patient if she had done a good p**p yet.
    Methinks professional persona has gone downhill.

     

  • At 7:11 PM, May 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It has gone down hill, though I wonder if that is done sometimes to talk down to the level of the patient/clients?

     

  • At 10:24 PM, May 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I'd rather professionals be a bit long-worded, rather than chummy.
    It really bothers me when someone just a couple years older than my oldest son calls me Dear or by my first name. We are not pals, so it might be better to assume some distance at first. Don't need to talk down to me. If I have a question, I'll ask it.
    I am a Ma'am or a Missus unless I say otherwise. Maybe because I was taught by a bunch of old maid schoolteachers and not by Entertainment ad nauseum.
    sorry, AoD, but you touched on a sore spot that must have come on when I was told I am in the midst of menopause. Looking back over what I just wrote, oh my word, my grandma speaks....

     

  • At 11:45 PM, May 24, 2005, Blogger Rachelle Jones said…

    Call and ask what else you can take. Drink some hot tea. It is the pain meds, and the immobility, plus anesthesia. Slows the digestive process.
    Make sure they know how many days....

     

  • At 6:46 AM, May 25, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    LaLa - nope, no baths for a couple of months, unfortunately. That was the first thing I usually do when I have digestive issues - I soak in a tub of hot water.

    MrsDOF - I didn't know what it meant to void until 1994 when my dad was in the hospital and the nurse asked him to void in a cup. Both he and I looked at each other and I finally said, do you need him to pee in the cup? The nurse chuckled and said, yes. So, I think sometimes a good explanation along with the correct words can be useful. I think, however, that BM suffices over a good poop. *shaking my head* I would have laughed at that. Everyone has their own comfort level with formalities and it is hard to find that balance of not offending people. I also have a tendency to call people Hon. Young or old. Male or female. That and sweetheart. I think it has something to do with being a good old southern/texas belle or maybe I'm just turning into an old lady. Not sure which. I like the previous explanation, though.

    And, ArmyWife, thanks. I was going to tell the doctor today if nothing had happened by the time I went in around lunchtime. But, fortunately, the gates opened.

     

  • At 8:28 AM, May 25, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    As I mentioned before, you are the only person I "know" in Texas, although I did live in east Tennessee in a college town for a couple years. Reading your posts have been an education, mingled with many grins.

    The gates opened. 'Nuff said...

    Crossing my fingers for a Good check-up.

     

  • At 3:38 PM, May 25, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Thanks for good wishes.

    And, are you saying I speak redneck?

     

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