"DP" and Me

DP and I became a "grandfamily" about three years ago. We are learning all about readjustment: me as a parent--again, him as part of a "new" family. Each day we find our little blessing in the storm.









Thursday, June 30, 2011

It runs in the family

DP has been rubbing his eyes constantly over the last few days. I figured it was allergies, but he would settle for nothing less than pink eye. Several times he came to me,  because one eye was red. "Pink eye, Nana??" "Nope. Rubbing it too hard, DP." Then at the dinner table he was nearly gouging his knuckles into his eye, then using the heel of his hands to rub both eyes. "NOW, is it pink eye, Nana?" "Nope, now it's going too far to scratch the itch, DP."

We took him to the doctor for a regular check up where he lamented how his friend's parents sent him home, because THEY thought it was pink eye. According to him, he tried to (at last) convince them it was only allergies, but the father wasn't buying it. So, DP came home, red eyes and all. The doctor took a look and assured DP it was just allergies, which also accounted for the sneezing. I'd said the same thing a couple of days earlier, but what do I know? I'm not sitting in a sterile office with a white coat and stethoscope. Anyway, we were given a prescription for eye drops. So, armed with the "official" clean bill of health, DP went back to his friend's home, announced the "medical findings," and now all is well.  I tried to tell him allergies run in the family!

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