Owned

Allergies suck. Seriously.

I'm fighting them, and my daughter is fighting them a lot worse. This morning, I had to take her to get some blood work done (her mother is sick, so I got the last second call). Now, sticking a needle into a 3-year old will bring a bad enough reaction, and leaving it in to draw blood is that much worse, poor baby.

But she's so sweet... I was holding her tightly, one helper is holding her arm still, and the lady is taking the blood... she's wailing (and dammit, it hurts), and when finally it's over, she gets the piece of cotton and the Daffy Duck band-aid, and turns to me and says (sniffling), "Daddy, I love you so much!"

Think she doesn't own me? Think again.

--Curt