More so for my state of mind than anything.
I am really getting tired of this state of mind. Tired, I tell you.
And so, at a quarter to eleven, I sit self medicating. With a popcorn bucket filled with a cocktail of sugary treats, my sweet Doctor comforting me with those great chocolately eyes and that wonderful left eyebrow, and most importantly of all, a vein with which to express myself. Not to unburden mind you, but just to express.
As mentioned once and again, Keith's life ambition is to be a doctor. Every time we go to the library he gets the same books. Brain Surgery for Beginners, another book on the body, and generally one on the heart. For the past few days he has been playing Doctor. Faye is a very willing patient.
It always begins with Faye walking into the room saying she is sick. Keith will say "I can help you!" He will run downstairs, put his "scrubs" (jammies) and "lab coat" (camo robe) on and run upstairs with the toy Doctor kit we gave him two years ago. He will instruct her to lay down on his table. She lays on the rug next to the stove. He will then give her a full and thorough check up. Several times over.
It always starts with taking her temperature.
then having her "throw up" (spit) in a little dish,
take her blood pressure, check her reflexes (which for some reason, he thinks is on her forehead). He looks in her mouth, in her ears, even in her nose.
And then they do it again. The whole time with Faye laying on the floor, on the rug, next to the stove. It is adorable. Except when I want to make dinner. Then she gets in the way a little bit. But it is still captivating to watch them play so compliantly.
He is also very adept at taking matters into his own hands. He has become very independent in his own little way. But the best part is, he looks out for his little sister. Thirsty? Got it covered. Hungry? No problem.
He is just such a good boy! I am lucky to have such a darling, and I have to say, Faye is a very lucky little girl to have such an amazing big brother.
Thinking about blessings always helps despondency. But the self medication? Probably not so much. All that sugar sure felt good tonight, but tomorrow I will be regretting it.