As the day went on, I've been feeling considerably better and better. Not out of the woods yet, but by the evening, I neither wanted to crawl back into bed nor was I coughing non-stop.
I also finally rescheduled my doctor appointment in Beit Shean. It turns out that as I join the Israeli medical system, not everything can be done on kibbutz. I also have to visit an actual insurance-run clinic at least once. So I made an appointment two days ago for that afternoon, dragged out to Beit Shean even though I was siiiiiick and in no mood for either spontaneity or walking around in the sun, hiked over to the doctor's office from where my ride dropped me off, waited for an hour and half, and had the doctor tell me to go home, because the electricity was flickering on and off, so his computer was dead, so he could not see any patients. Bye-bye!
Can you tell I was the teensiest bit irritated? Just a tad? Anyway, the nurses at the kibbutz clinic said it was a valid excuse why I still hadn't seen a doctor by the next day, but I still have to take care of this. Growl, grumble, grumble. Still, I called back today and am now scheduled for the next open appointment: three weeks from now. On the bright side, my insurance's automated-phone-system has an English option. Nothing is harder than listening to lightning-fast switchboard instructions in Hebrew.
I also responded to my cousin, who very graciously is helping me network. (I think her code name will be Ninjah. I hope she likes it. Her husband can be Ninja, and that won't be confusing at all!) Don't get me wrong: I am so, so grateful, and absolutely thrilled that people are helping me find work. This is amazing. It's just that if I don't respond within 24 hours I feel like they're trying to help me, and I'm letting them down. So it's a weight off my shoulders that I'm back to holding up my end of the thingy, that is, after all, my thingy. Make sense?
Baby and I played with the tree again after daycare: it continues to be glorious. Then, when we got home, we used the booster seat again, which also continues to be glorious. Since he was being super-cute, I not only took some pictures (if you email me, I'll share the shutterfly album with you), I also Skyped with Piano-Toes, who graciously admitted that my kid is, indeed, on the cuter side of cute. It was fun to hang out with Piano-Toes again. Haven't done that in a while.
In addition, I also baked challah and banana cake, took out garbage, washed dishes, toted laundry to and fro, got dinner, got food for Shabbos, washed more dishes, and I think that's it for my List of Responsible.
Wait! There's one more thing! When I went to nurse the baby a little after 2pm, I changed his diaper, because I know they change everyone's diaper between 2 and 2:30. Baby fell asleep while I was nursing (he hasn't done that in a while: it's very sweet), and as I was putting him into his crib, one of his care-ers asked worriedly if I'd changed his diaper yet. I answered the affirmative, and she said, "Kol hakavod!" ("Great job!") very enthusiastically. So apparently, changing my kid's diaper can join my list of wonderfully responsible achievements :-D
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