After my last post, I decided to do something “fun” and stop feeling so deflated. I had been kicking around some “fun” ideas and landed on one that required a trip to the craft store. I wanted to make something for the kids at work. As a family doctor I see my fair share of children. I see my fair share of their grandparents, too. I see a lot of dad’s and mom’s, aunts and uncles, cousins, pretty much the whole family, hence the name “family medicine.” Just yesterday, I saw 3 generations in one day, all with separate appointments, oblivious that the whole family had made plans to see me.
Kids expect something when they leave a doctor’s office and rightfully so. Typically it is an uncomfortable experience. Poking and prodding, getting their fingers pricked, maybe peeing in a cup, and then the dreaded shots! They must be compensated for their efforts. I understand this. For a while, and I am embarrassed to admit it, our company put a hold on buying treats for the kids. They didn’t want to spend the money! Seriously. For a while me or the staff would pick up treats and candy on our own for the kids.
After being bought out by a bigger company, it seems that we are able to pay the bills a little better AND afford to buy candy. And stickers, too. Thank God, because I hear the dentist down the street offers better stuff than we do and I will not be outdone by the dentist! Isn’t it enough that they never work Fridays and never take call? Do they have to take the love of the children, too?
I made a few trips, starting at the Dollar Store. I’m pretty sure that I could design a spectacular wedding from supplies just at the Dollar Store. Do not underestimate their bounty! Then I headed to the Dollar General and Hobby Lobby. I collected my supplies and hurried home so that I could get to work.
It has been a while since I crafted. I had forgotten about how absolutely horrible it is to use a glue gun. Why has no one perfected this device yet? By the time that I was done, there were spiderman like webs of glue draped all over the place, my fingers were burned, and a steaming pile of glue pooled under the gun. Glue guns are simply the worst! In the end, I am pretty happy with my creation, stringy glue bits and all. I feel a bit vindicated. I made retribution to my kids. I made up for the evil corporation who didn’t think it was a necessary expense to give a kid a lollipop after their shots. I made something from nothing. I made amends and I made myself smile.
By the way, in case you were wondering -what exactly did she glue?? Did she actually glue the candy down so the kids can’t pull them out?? Well, NO. I glued the grassy parts under the candy so you can’t see the styrofoam ball holding the candy. I know, I should have my own crafting channel on YouTube….