Brought the girls again because- - I don't really know why. I thought it was easier? Or maybe I was just high. El doctor looks at Jory's foot and is not happy. He thinks it hasn't been soaked enough. Uh, I can't help if Oma and Happy don't want to see their baby in pain. He seemingly doesn't understand this. Has he really never met a grandmother who doesn't like to see her first grandchild cry? Or rather doesn't want to hear it?
I try to show that the redness on the side of Jory's foot has gone down. He quickly corrects me and says that's not redness that's infection and Jory will have to go to the hospital if this turns into a staph infection. He says I told you to soak it not as a suggestion, but to avoid going to the hospital. I said, I understood and I would make sure the older women who adore Jory understand too. This answer didn't seem to satisfy him.
He called in Jory's doctor. Thank you, Jesus. He got her opinion. She asked Jory how it happened. He gave her some song and dance that equated to he didn't know. I love this woman. She's such a great doctor. She has a wonderful bedside manner. She's caring.
I know the other doctor is a recognized doctor in his field and is well-known, but I realized if you act gimpy and you're hot, that's acceptable. Or if you're gimpy and charming that's acceptable a la Simon Baker on The Mentalist or House. But if you're just gimpy so not hot or cool.
Our wonderful doctor consulted and they decided more soaking was necessary, more anti-biotics were needed and for Jory to come back the next day. And if there was no improvement, we'd be off to the el hospital.
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