The Cocoa Doctor

This morning I dragged my two youngest children with me to a doctor’s appointment.  I’d prefer to leave them at home, but the older kids can’t get their schoolwork done if they’re babysitting their younger siblings, so today my younger offspring took a few of their schoolbooks and sat in the doctor’s waiting room while I had my appointment.

It works well for them to take a few assignments along provided we don’t have to do it very often.  Today’s appointment was easy, because I saw my podiatrist.  My boys usually hate having to go with me to my appointments, but they like going to my podiatrist.  Not because he has two huge dogs that wander around the office (everyone loves the dogs).  Not because this doctor is such a nice person (he is).  Not because they like the receptionist’s candy dish (she generously tells them to take all they want, so they think she’s a wonderful person and I get to be mean and say, “pick one“).  No.  The reason they like going to my podiatrist appointments is because he’s the cocoa doctor.

There’s a fancy coffee machine in his waiting room, and the boys get to drink a cup of hot chocolate while we’re there.


Orthotics need to be replaced every year or so (depending on who you ask), so I was afraid that I was going to be out another $400.  Fortunately, the doctor said that mine appear to be in pretty good shape, and they still fit my feet well, so I don’t need new ones.  Whew! I did spend $35 on new covers for the orthotics, but that’s a drop in the bucket compared to what I thought today was going to cost.


Thank you for all the well wishes and inquiry into my health (or lack thereof).
I thought I was recovering, so tried to resume my life.
That turned out to not be such a  good idea.
Wednesday morning I will chauffeur my daughter to her piano lesson, then come home and be a hermit until I quit coughing. Again.