Be careful what you ask

November 12, 2009 at 10:02 am | Posted in M'ijo | 6 Comments

Me, somewhat anxiously: What’s that in your mouth P’ito?

He, opening wide and displaying a lovely yellow thing on his tongue: It’s a booger, Mama!

Me: Well, I guess that’s not a choking hazard…


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  1. LOL!

  2. Seriously, What’s up with that?

    On more than one occasion, I’ve seen my daughter rather deliberately stick her finger in her nose, remover her pacifier, and then stick her finger in her mouth.

    Is this “natural”?
    Clearly we haven’t taught her this.
    I’ve seen no signs of it in her brother.
    Did I used to do this?
    When does this “habit” go away?

    Slightly mind-boggling.

  3. Priceless!

  4. Dear ArtSweet, Thanks for stopping by my blog.

    I’m glad you take good care of your IDDM. Most of those who stop by my blog are not medical, and the purpose of my post was not to …what was your word? edumacate….people on diabetes, its pathophysiology, at what point in the lifecycle it is frequently diagnosed by type, or theories as to why some children are diagnosed with IDDM and others are not.

    I am aware that some people with IDDM make it through okay. I’ve even helped a patient with IDDM deliver a healthy (if preemie) baby. This is great.

    The majority of my patients don’t make it through okay. That’s why they’re in dialysis. That’s why they are my patients. My blog was not discussing you, your personal health problems, or people who live well with type I diabetes. I was making the observation that my dialysis patients who have pre-existing IDDM have many, many commonalities in how they became end stage renal patients. Of IDDM-diagnosed people, a rather significant subset of them do not do well, and acquire comorbid ESRD, and sometimes comorbid blindness, gastroparesis and distal amputations.

    I’m not sorry I’m a nurse. I’m sorry you took my post personally, because I don’t know you.

  5. Happy Hanukkah, ArtSweet!

  6. Love it!

    Josie had a cold last week, and every morning when she woke up, she dug into her nose, pulled something out, and announced, “I have boogie!” When I agreed that she did, indeed, have a boogie, she would then politely ask, “You want eat it, Mama?”

    No, no thanks. Let’s wipe it off of your finger and throw it away.

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