Molly took a four hour nap yesterday. When I was home. This was my first clue that something was amiss. The second clue was when she woke up at 7 a.m.. On a day that Dean works. Fortune smiling upon me? The stars aligned? No, she's sick. She woke up from her nap (which she took again, for me) flushed and feverish and thoroughly pathetic. She asked for water and when I took her downstairs and set her on the counter to get it, I turned around and she was lying down. She got jam on her pajamas.
Me: Poor Molly. Does something hurt?
Molly (woefully): Yeeeeessss.
Me: Does your head hurt?
Molly: No.
Me: Does your tummy hurt?
Molly: No.
Me: What hurts then?
Molly: Mah pickle.
Me: Your pickle?
Molly: Yeah. Pickle hurts.
I may be a physician assistant, but this was the first time that a patient complained that their pickle hurt. Especially a female patient. As may be no surprise to hear, she was unable to pinpoint the location of her pickle. A dose of Motrin seemed to clear up the pickle-woes and her fever, but my curiosity lingers.
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Gus and Trixie love to chant: Tickle my pickle. I am hoping this does not occur in public.
I couldn't figure out whether the 7 a.m. wake up was a good thing or not. I felt sorry for you when I realized that it was. I, too, am still wondering about the pickle. I love that sweet little warm girl.
I'm sure you have heard alot of good descriptive words to pinpoint areas of the body, I'm sure you have heard more. Pickle is new to Kelly and me as well. Cookie, flower, and others that I won't mention on the blog. But hearing "I have a rash on my cookie" is still one that has us laughing out loud. I hope the pickle problem is much better!!!!!
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