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Jul. 6th, 2012 12:04 pmI completely forgot when posting yesterday-- Tuesday, I took Delia in for her annual well child physical. We took a bus that I knew was earlier than we absolutely needed so that we'd have time for lunch at McDonald's. The bus stop we use for the pediatrician is right next to a McDonald's. We ate there and sat around until nearer to the time of the appointment then walked the four blocks to the doctor's office.
Delia is healthy. Her blood pressure is low normal, like most of my family's. She's 53 inches tall and weighs 66 pounds.
The doctor offered us a hepatitis A vaccination. She said it wasn't urgent, just that it's now become a routine vaccination for one year olds and that Delia hasn't had it. Delia was dead set against it, so I didn't push it. Next year or the year after (possibly both), she has vaccinations coming. We'll add it in with those. In the meantime, she's not likely to be exposed to it.
After the appointment, Delia wanted to walk back to catch the #1 bus, but I overruled her. The #1 comes by only once every half hour, and I wasn't sure we could get there in time to catch the next one. The #2 comes by every fifteen minutes and has a stop within a block of the doctor's office (We don't take the #2 to get there because there isn't a safe way to cross the street without going a long way out of our way). That drops us off about three blocks from home, at the bottom of a steep hill. The #1 would drop us two blocks from home with no hill. We took the #2 and survived the climb to home.
I did discover that, unlike Delia's backpack, my backpack doesn't carry a water bottle well. The side pocket only comes up about halfway on the bottle, so it tends to fall out. Putting it in the pocket on the back of the pack works a bit better, but the bottle tends to come popping out when I lean back against the seat on the bus.
Delia is healthy. Her blood pressure is low normal, like most of my family's. She's 53 inches tall and weighs 66 pounds.
The doctor offered us a hepatitis A vaccination. She said it wasn't urgent, just that it's now become a routine vaccination for one year olds and that Delia hasn't had it. Delia was dead set against it, so I didn't push it. Next year or the year after (possibly both), she has vaccinations coming. We'll add it in with those. In the meantime, she's not likely to be exposed to it.
After the appointment, Delia wanted to walk back to catch the #1 bus, but I overruled her. The #1 comes by only once every half hour, and I wasn't sure we could get there in time to catch the next one. The #2 comes by every fifteen minutes and has a stop within a block of the doctor's office (We don't take the #2 to get there because there isn't a safe way to cross the street without going a long way out of our way). That drops us off about three blocks from home, at the bottom of a steep hill. The #1 would drop us two blocks from home with no hill. We took the #2 and survived the climb to home.
I did discover that, unlike Delia's backpack, my backpack doesn't carry a water bottle well. The side pocket only comes up about halfway on the bottle, so it tends to fall out. Putting it in the pocket on the back of the pack works a bit better, but the bottle tends to come popping out when I lean back against the seat on the bus.