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I entered Mark's room at 6:30 to discover that his tummy troubles and two-piece pajamas had conspired to create a really revolting explosion sometime last night. All over him, the sheet, the blankie... ::shudder:: Poor, poor boy. He looked so sleepy and confused and profoundly unhappy. ;_;
Dav helped with the non-bath portions of the cleanup, and got us an appt. with Dr. Glodt for 10:15. Interestingly, the appt. line didn't give him any guff at all about Mark's info not being properly input from DEERS and we need to fix it on our end before we use the appt line next time. Maybe they finally got stuff straightened out since last time. Heh. Maybe all it took was the Magical Powah of a Male Voice.
I hope Dr. Glodt can prescribe or suggest something to start firming things up a bit, or Dav and I are going to have to take turns staying in his room to make sure we catch the next explosion in its tracks.
Poor poor boy...
Dav helped with the non-bath portions of the cleanup, and got us an appt. with Dr. Glodt for 10:15. Interestingly, the appt. line didn't give him any guff at all about Mark's info not being properly input from DEERS and we need to fix it on our end before we use the appt line next time. Maybe they finally got stuff straightened out since last time. Heh. Maybe all it took was the Magical Powah of a Male Voice.
I hope Dr. Glodt can prescribe or suggest something to start firming things up a bit, or Dav and I are going to have to take turns staying in his room to make sure we catch the next explosion in its tracks.
Poor poor boy...
