Mister Laryngitis aka The Idiot

Josiah is sick. I've had little experience with two children being sick at once, but I know when my children need to be seen. I know when they're sick. I know why. I know them inside and out.

We get there and the receptionist says, "You'll be seeing Mister Garcia today. Is that ok?" I said yes because...well why not? Then, I get to the tiny room and the nurse says, "Mr. Garcia will be right with you." So, I had to ask why they were calling him mister and not doctor. She said, "Let there be no confusion. He is a PA not a doctor."

First of all, what is a PA? And, if I have to pay a copay why can't I see a doctor?

Mister looked at Josiah. Mister examined his ears. Mister said that Josiah has a slight fever and some laryngitis. Mister said that Josiah needs rest and if Josiah has a higher fever we need to bring Josiah back. So, I ask Mister, "What is a fever? Because my first son, Isaiah gets fevers of a 107 and I need to know when to bring Josiah in." Mister said that Isaiah should be in the Guinness Book of World Records because he'd been "doing this for 20 years and he's never seen any fever that high before."

I got flustered. I felt like he was accusing me of lying. I felt like he was judging my parenting style. I felt like crying. Kinda. When he left, my sister asked Anaiyah to close the door. Then she said, "That is why he's a mister." She's funny. You can always trust that your sister will back you up against the mister. Sisters before misters.

Robert said, "You can't trust someone who has been doing something for 20 years because they don't know shit." Tomorrow, I'm tattling on Mister. I'm going to stick up for mothers who are subjected to the misters of the world. They judge us and seem to not care that we feel a certain way about how they say the things that they say. They're rude. They think they know our children more than we do. They think that because they're "misters" they know everything. Mister didn't know shit. Mister is an asshole.