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Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Blockheads

How utterly miserable to be an infant with a cold. Nose all caked up and clogged, and no idea what to do about it. Unable to breathe, or even suck your own thumb. Unable, therefore, to sleep. Unable to rest. No appetite. Spreading infections. Medicines forced into your mouth and nostrils. The only recourse, endless wailing.

How utterly selfish of adults to shoehorn an infant into their own infantile schedules, forcing attendance simply because "everyone will be there; how will it look?"

I get laughed at often, because I worry about worst case scenarios. Usually, I get my way and sanity prevails. Of course, the one time I get over-ruled is the time that things have to really get out of hand.

Screw me.

6 Comments:

Blogger Space Bar said...

poor kid. get well soon, y'all.

1/05/2010 12:19 PM  
Blogger Rahul Siddharthan said...

Extraordinary how the most vulnerable human beings of all are afforded the least consideration and personal space in this country. Their faces and cheeks are regarded as public property.

The other thing is this myth that kids develop immunity by falling ill often. How often does that get thrown at you?

1/05/2010 2:10 PM  
Anonymous blackmamba said...

sounds horrid. hope she feels better soon.

1/05/2010 2:12 PM  
Anonymous theinsider said...

Poor lebu-di. Hope she gets well soon.

And what can I say? Parents are monsters.

1/06/2010 4:00 AM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

thanks, everyone. signs look good this morning -- huge relief. rahul, toshi: i couldn't agree more.

1/06/2010 9:09 AM  
Blogger km said...

Lebu-di

Awwww...

1/07/2010 7:07 AM  

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