Since BSM's eye infection hadn't cleared up as of this morning, I swung by the clinic before daycare. Surprise! I was not told to keep putting "mother's milk" in his eyes. Instead, I was told to keep him home from daycare and go to the eye doctor in Beit Shean. I am so, so glad we have a car. No figuring out to how arrange a ride with a car seat in both directions. No lugging a car seat around the doctor's office with me. No worrying I'll be stranded with a baby. Just pop him in his carseat which is in our car and hop over to Beit Shean. After the appointment, drive back. Simple. Ah, having a car again!
Meanwhile, El Babo was a Cheerful, Independent Babo. He played nicely and cutely and only whined and got clingy when it was nap-time. A real pleasure, in other words.
And when we got to the clinic in Beit Shean! The nurse on the kibbutz warned me that we couldn't really make an appointment for today, so she wrote a detailed referral that she said would have to be vetted by another nurse at the Beit Shean clinic, but eventually BSM should be able to be seen by an eye doctor today. Bearing that warning in mind, I decided to play a slightly different tack when we got to the Beit Shean clinic. Rather than walking up to the receptionist and confidently telling her what I wanted, I decided to play the confused, slightly concerned immigrant.
So I turned my American accent up a notch and diffidently told the receptionist that I live on kibbutz? And the nurse there said I had to bring the baby? To? Um? At which point I paused, and the receptionist looked at the baby and said, "To the eye doctor! Do you have his insurance card?" I nodded gratefully and dug out his card, and she printed out a slip with our number in line. Done! Since she was the one telling me what to do, after all, there really was no need to jump through any hoops. So I thanked her and popped upstairs, and as I reached the end of the hall, I heard my number being called! I'm still slightly shocked by how fast that was.
Since it was so fast, after I picked up the eye drops (and cream [ugh], and wipes), I took BSM shpatzeering around the little shopping area across from the clinic. Because it is still ingrained in me that once I finally get to Beit Shean, I should make the most of it. Even though that's no longer true. Because we have a car!!!!
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