Yesterday was a big medical day around here. We had two separate doctor's appointments scheduled for Thursday. First up was Corwin the cat. He was off to get neutered.
[Did you know that if you Google Gettysburg and neuter, I'm number one?! I'm not sure if it's much of a legacy, but whatever.]
I was a little worried right before the appointment, because I couldn't find the cat. I walked all around the neighborhood calling, "Here kitty kitty!" and thinking I probably sounded a lot like a crazy cat lady. Corwin finally showed up and was promptly caged and delivered to the vet. I'm guessing it'll be the last time he comes when he's called.
The second appointment was a well visit for all three kids. Greeley was due for some shots and Atlee also needed a round for kindergarten this fall. Shea was along for the ride because we kind of figured something had to be wrong with him as a consequence of his diet. Rich, um, on occasion parents by terror. One of his latest campaigns has been telling Shea he is probably going to have to go to the emergency room some evening and receive all sorts of shots and IVs of vitamins. This appointment with the doctor was supposed to reveal all of his anemia and scurvy and whatnot.
In a surprising turnaround, the doctor said Shea was perfectly healthy and we probably shouldn't make such an issue of the food thing. He was the only one who left the office without being jabbed by multiple needles. Even worse, Shea's old enough to have heard the entire conversation and spent the evening telling Rich, "You were wrong Dad. The doctor said I'm fine."
As promised, a low cost Gettysburg family friendly form of entertainment.