I don't even have to look up the Tri-Care number anymore, as I seem to be making appointments at the clinic with frightening regularity these days. Today it was Gracie's turn (again) to be seen by the carefree, unconcerned, and slightly annoyingly cheerful doctor we always end up being assigned to at the clinic. G doesn't have an ear infection, and his sage advice for helping her through her cough and stuffy nose was to splash bathwater up her nose to make her sputter and cough it out.
Hmm. Anyone who has witnessed bathtime for Gracie can understand why this tactic might result in having the police called out to our house. Instead, I opted for the path to wellness as sold by Vicks, so now our entire house smells like the inside of a cough drop factory. However, if this smell ensures a restful night of sleep (the jury is still out on this as it's only 10:00 pm) I'll take it.