Ode to an Otoscope

My husband's uncle is a physician near Waco, Texas. A couple weeks ago, he called Steven to ask if I have a stethoscope for school. Since Steven already made that lovely purchase, he got me an otoscope. I spent part of the morning looking in my daughter's ear. The amusing thing is that I currently have an ear infection, but I can't look in my own ear to pick up some tips.

I also got my white coat. I have hung it conspicuously in the house, and I don't want to jinx the whole thing by wearing it around. So it will just hang there for another couple of weeks. It has an official looking patch on it and is the "short" coat. But still, I can't wait to don it officially in a few weeks.

I am down to the house cleaning, when the vertigo lets me and other minutia until I get to care for mom after her foot surgery and my daughter after her tonsils are separated from her body. I don't particularly like the experience of having to care for loved ones in pain, because it hurts me when they hurt, but it will bring some insight for my consideration of the families of patients that I treat.