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22.03.03 @ 18:27
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My legs are not speaking to me anymore, in fact I think they are plotting revenge on me. It all started innocent enough. I noticed yesterday that the eczema on Warren's arms had which has refused to leave despite numerous attacks with Elidel (which is way over priced), had spread and his chest and back now looked like he had been the victim of a gang bang by a horde of enraged mosquitos. So like a good mommy I decide today would be a good day to take him to the walk in.

We got up and dressed, had a lovely big breakfast of cheesy eggs, sausages, toast and OJ. Then walked to the bus stop (5 blocks) and got off at the bank. Then we walked across the street to the mall (about 3 blocks). We had time to kill before the bus to the clinic so we stopped and watched the fish for awhile, spent too much at Radio Crap for 9v batteries for his remote control car, and watched Transformers in the TV area. Then we got on the bus and rode to the clinic. The bus stop is on the opposite side of the hospital as the walk in clinic so we had to walk to the other side (about a 1.5 blocks). On the way, Warren was so busy talking he didn't see the "Don't drive past this point" sign extended in front of him and walked into it. We get to the clinic and it is immediately clear we are gonna be here awhile. But since I had came all this way I wasn't about to leave. We checked in and then to keep him happy we went down to the cafeteria and grabed a quick lite lunch (it was after 12:30 by then), then we came back and waited another 20 minutes. Finally we got seen. Then we sat in the little curtained off room for another 20 minutes. Thankfully they left us a Ranger Rick magazine, or Warren would have blown a gasket. Turns out, thankfully, it's not Shingles or scabies, but most likely infected hair follicles run amok. (WTF, he's 10 he ain't got any hair there yet). We get a prescription and go on our way. Rather than wait another half hour for our bus, we walk to University and sit on a bench. While I am searching for a bus schedule, the bus drives right by us. Warren and I were both less than pleased.

We cheered ourselves up by going to Ice Cream + , which used to be a Baskin Robbins. After loading up on Toasted Almond Fugde (me) and Mint chocolate chip (Warren), we started walking again. We walked to 13th Avenue and then over to 17th street (about 8 blocks), I was pooped out by then. So we sat at the bus stop and waited for about 45 minutes for the bus. To keep Warren occupied I ended up thumb wresling with him and basically just fooling around and forgetting I was an adult. I became in the words of my son FrankenMom. We caught the bus and got to Land of Crackhead bagboys (re: area grocery store chain - there's a long story behind that one - I'm just to lazy to link), and got his antibiotics filled, which cost $20, I couldn't afford and spent another 2 bucks on cortisone cream. . Then we walked home (about 12 blocks). Did I mention that it was also close to 70 today. It was 10 am when we left home, and 5pm by the time we got back.

So how was your Saturday?

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

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