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Nov. 7th, 2001 10:43 pmReading Material: Collecting Dead Relatives Laverne Galena Moore
Our nightly bubble baths are turning into an enjoyable habit. I should have figured that spa bath tubs would produce championship level suds. Unfortunately Connor has discovered that it's really amusing to take a hand full of suds and splat them on Mom's face. Especially when she spits and sputters.
Poor Connor, he got four vaccinations yesterday. I'd put them off as long as I could because I hate to see him so upset. He's over the hump now though, I don't think he'll ever have to have more than two again. Better that than the diseases, though I wonder if I will be unlucky enough to see epidemic disease during my lifetime. AIDS only takes 1 in 100 or so odd adults. When we start talking 1 in 5 or 1 in 4, that's pain. I ran into a number of people that chose not to vaccinate, presumably due to concerns that vaccinations are linked to increased rates of autism, or vague immune disorders later in life. I would have more respect for this position if I didn't get the impression that it had more to do with intellectual smugness than any real data connecting vaccines to such disorders. As prickly as that 'blind slave to the medical establishment' paint brush is, I found that I'd rather lose a baby to a vaccine reaction than to a disease that I could have vaccinated for.
I got some hair color while I was waiting for my car. I feel lame for not taking it in sooner, like everything else in this town, the mechanic turned out to be about 2 blocks away. Make a road trip or two and next thing you know it's been 7000 miles since your last oil change. *sigh* I started to chicken out on the hair color almost as soon as I got it home, but I'll probably talk Alan into dosing me tomorrow sometime.
Our nightly bubble baths are turning into an enjoyable habit. I should have figured that spa bath tubs would produce championship level suds. Unfortunately Connor has discovered that it's really amusing to take a hand full of suds and splat them on Mom's face. Especially when she spits and sputters.
Poor Connor, he got four vaccinations yesterday. I'd put them off as long as I could because I hate to see him so upset. He's over the hump now though, I don't think he'll ever have to have more than two again. Better that than the diseases, though I wonder if I will be unlucky enough to see epidemic disease during my lifetime. AIDS only takes 1 in 100 or so odd adults. When we start talking 1 in 5 or 1 in 4, that's pain. I ran into a number of people that chose not to vaccinate, presumably due to concerns that vaccinations are linked to increased rates of autism, or vague immune disorders later in life. I would have more respect for this position if I didn't get the impression that it had more to do with intellectual smugness than any real data connecting vaccines to such disorders. As prickly as that 'blind slave to the medical establishment' paint brush is, I found that I'd rather lose a baby to a vaccine reaction than to a disease that I could have vaccinated for.
I got some hair color while I was waiting for my car. I feel lame for not taking it in sooner, like everything else in this town, the mechanic turned out to be about 2 blocks away. Make a road trip or two and next thing you know it's been 7000 miles since your last oil change. *sigh* I started to chicken out on the hair color almost as soon as I got it home, but I'll probably talk Alan into dosing me tomorrow sometime.
