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For the summer I plan to open a quick care clinic in the garage. Because there is no summer school to teach and because I think I am qualified. So far, this year I have correctly diagnosed the following: head lice, ringworm, pinkeye, and now strep throat (not all of these in my own children, mind you).

Sunday, my Cubscout woke up insanely early (any time before the alarm would go off on a weekday) and yelled down the hall for me to come and check his temperature. Indeed, he did have a fever. So I gave him the standard 2 Motrin and glass of water. He quickly recovered, so we headed to a funeral of a family friend.

We spent the day with family (where he began complaining that his neck hurt) and then headed home. He woke up with a fever on Monday, and I made the call to my mom (thank you, thank you) for her to come watch him for the day (because let's be honest, a teacher can't miss a Monday on the last full week of school). I made a doctor's appointment for him and told them that I was 99.9% sure he had strep. So finally after a frantic call from my mom (102.7 degrees does call for panic) we headed to the appointment. It took all of 15 minutes for the doctor (actually, the nurse) to tell me he had strep and hand me the prescription. Did I not tell them that at 8:30? Why did he have to go in?

So my idea is to do the same job, without the appointment or copay. Granted, I won't have any "Remedy" magazines to peruse, but I would charge a lot less, and probably be right (that's the chance you would take when coming to my garage clinic).

Friday Freebie

Subway and Biggest Loser are offering 12 free songs on their workout mix. I love new songs for my MP3 (especially free ones). Just click here and download. Then, I will see you on the trail, and hopefully I won't be sucking wind like last time. Embarrassing.

Adventures in Tornado Alley

Today started out fairly normally. I mean, there was cake in the lounge (happy retirement Ms. Sign Language Interpreter) and there were no showdowns at the corner restrooms (between teachers nor students...it is May after all). The day went along as I had planned. We had an amazing science lesson to end the day (#4 in the Frau M. as Mr. Wizard series). And then off I went to the retirement party of another colleague (I will not eat leftover cake tomorrow because I promised my swimsuit I would wear it soon, and more cake will make a liar out of me).


After the party, I picked up the Cubscout and the preschooler and we headed to Walmart (why is there NEVER any bread or milk in my house?). While we were looking for a card for a friend of the Cubscout, my dad called. My dad doesn't just call me to chat so of course I answered (what did we do before caller id?). He said I needed to get to the basement because the sirens should be going off at my house. I told him I was 20 miles away in the middle of Walmart. But thanks for the warning. After hanging up, I called my DH who told me that there was indeed a warning at the house and to go back to the school and hang out for a while.

So we picked up some Lunchables and made our way back to the building. As soon as I arrived, the national weather service cancelled the warning. I didn't ever hear the sirens, but apparently, they went off right after that. But, I wouldn't know because I was driving through torrential rain in order to get back home. Whew, I sure love living in the Midwest.