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Give some love to a fellow Star Wars Nerd!

So there is a little girl (a first grader) who was bullied at school for carrying a Star Wars water bottle-- and, it seems, for being different (adopted and having an eye issue).  I am so thankful that my Doodle (also a first grade girl) has never had an issue carrying her Star Wars water bottle to school . . . or for that matter has never been teased about the fluffer-nutter sandwiches I cut into the shape of the Millenium Falcon and TIE Fighters--yet.

If you have time, check out her mom's blog post and leave a comment.  Mom and daughter read the comments together and mom is collecting the comments to be made into a book for her daughter.  I think the comments are directed to a second post, she is so popular.  In this case, I think the more love the better.

Peas, They're Not Just for Dinner Anymore

So our Teeny Tiny Mousy (TTM) loves peas.  And the other night I was on high alert since we were having peas for dinner and she has this raspy phlegmy cough.  Thanks to Dan and his experience with elderly patients, I now fear that the girls will aspirate peas and other small, round foods. I'm that person who cuts the hot dog wheels into quarters, cuts grapes into quarters, etc.

Turns out I had more to fear than the aspiration--I caught her trying to put peas up her nose.  Alas, the popcorn kernels were not an isolated incident.   Any bets on what she shoves up her nose next?

Doctor's Wife, My A**

So I was on one of my favorite blogs the other day, Everyone Needs Therapy.  If you haven't checked it out, you should.  But this post isn't about her blog.  I looked to the sidebar, as it seemed like quite a few new blogs were added.  Among the gems, I found one written by "the doc's (almost) wife" (I'm not going to link it here, I'm protesting). It was all about being the wife of an orthopaedic surgery resident.  This was not really a blog about the soon to be wife, mind you, it was all about residency and job interviews, and match, etc. 

There were a few other similar blogs on the sidebar of the "the doc's (almost) wife."  So I googled doctor's wife.  Several more blogs popped up.  To be fair, I haven't looked at all of them, but SERIOUSLY?  These women (for the most part) are blogging about being Doctor's Wives????  These bloggers have no identity of their own other than blogging about their partners' careers?  Lame.  One even mentioned being a feminist.  Really?  A feminist. Blogging about your husband's career? 

See, I've been with my husband for many, many years.  I have an understanding of medical school and residency and beyond.  And while it was hard and my husband is super smart, he's not all that and a bag of chips.  He's a person, not a god.  Just because he did well in medical school and is a doctor does not mean that I will genuflect to his staggering accomplishment on a daily basis (sorry, honey, but I think you already knew that.)

I would never blog about myself as an appendage to the great and mighty doctor I'm married to.  I am my OWN person.  With my OWN identity.  With my OWN career, thank you very much (and, in case you are counting, which I am not, I have more advanced degrees than my husband--okay, maybe I'm counting just a little).

In reality, it is sad that these bloggers don't feel like they have enough to say on their own.  Or if they do have something to say, they feel more people will listen if they are a doctor's wife. 

I hear it though, in our world.  "OOOOh, you are married to a DOCTOR!"  "You're SO lucky to be married to a doctor!" "Can you ask Dan about [insert name of weird illness] here?" I get the cards addressed to Dr. and Mrs. Daniel Evans (and they piss me off, by the way.  I kept my name when we got married ten years ago, get over it).  I'm not sure what this gets me in the lottery of life.  Yes, I can ask him what the weird rash is that I have, but he's not great at diagnosing kids' ear infections and we argue about how to treat our own and our kids' various illnesses. 

I'm proud of my husband and the work he does every day.  I'm just a heck of a lot more than a doctor's wife.