Alisha developed high fever on Sunday night, but she slept well that nightbut you have to check with Mama to be absolutely sure, hee hee.
In the morning Mama asked Papa to bring the little one to the clinic, but in the afternoon, as morning are usually busy at our favourite neighbourhood clinic- Klinik Segara. The plan was to go after picking up Shahira and Haris at about 1pm.
However, since Papa was feeling under the weather as well, he changed the plan (Oh-oh!)…
The brilliantly clear plan (from the flu-stuffed brain), was to take Alisha along sending Haris to kindie; and then head for the clinic. It should be a breeze… how many people could there be so early in the morning?
So the crying Alisha in the baby seat and Haris in the back, we set off. Bibik? Papa certainly can handle the situation fine, what with the excellent child minding record; so Bibik was left home.
Drop Haris off at school. Check.
Park the car. Oooh! Very empty! Check. So far the plan is working most excellently.
Register in the clinic. Aaah! Quite a few early birds as well. Still no problems. Check.
Insist on regular doctor and not the new one. Check. What a clever chappie Papa is- the doc knows the family’s medical history.
Pop off to the newstand for a bit. Check. Again clever usage of time.
Pop back in and see the doctor twenty minutes later. Check….. or not, as it turned out.
It turns out that great minds think alike, and many a great minds were there that morning. So what time did we finally get to see the good old doc?
2 HOURS LATER; or rather 1 hour of carrying a sleeping Lisha, i.e.- 11:30ish regular time.
That just left Papa with about an hour before needing to leave the house to pick up the other two kiddies… some rest day this turned out to be. Another MC wasted.
Morale of the story? Choose your place and time to be “clever”; or as Mama would rather put in- “Listen to me- always!”