Thursday, April 15, 2010


As E and I were debriefing the fit she had in the grocery store, it came to light that she had been trying to tell me a certain way she wanted to get out from under the grocery cart - as I dragged her out! She said, "Maybe next time you could wear your ear aids, like Grandpa, your dad."

She already knows not to trust my memory. Now she thinks I can't hear. *sigh*

By the way, the follow up appointment with the ENT resulted in the all-clear to eat "scratchy" foods and resume normal activities. She's healed. And she no longer should need the yummy Tylenol she's been asking for several times a day.


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