Well, I was going to bring BSM by the health clinic today, but there's nothing to see: thank G-d, his eyes look totally fine. I'll keep squirting milk in them for the next few days, and I'll definitely watch them closely, but the weird hedge-magic seems to work. Huh, waddaya know.
Today was a house-cleaning/skirt-sewing sort of a day, which was nice. I also filled out the automatic bill-pay forms that are the only way we can pay our co-pays at the health clinic. I had the woman in charge of the clinic office proof-read them for me, and now we're ready to go to the bank tomorrow to get them stamped. Because the bank has to approve it, that's why. Eh, it's a good way to get us over there to get Husbinator's debit card, anyway.
After daycare, I swung with the Babe-O on the glider again, and then Shoshie and Nosie-Boy joined us as we waited for our husbands to come back from Beit Shean errands. There is something deeply satisfying about sitting in a playground with a friend who's going through all the same stuff I'm dealing with. Also, swinging is just fun.
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