Hey Doc, How are you?

Should a two year old know his doctor well enough by sight to run up and give her a hug?

One of the stipulations of my training contract was made very clear at the begining of neogiations with Mistress, family comes first. Although recently all the medical attention has been on Mistress and her medication issues, the true sicko in the family is Mighty Mo and his low immune system and compounding allergys and asthma. Today Mistress had to rush him in, he is a VIP (read: priority scheduling) with his doctor because he can turn really fast. Somehow, lord knows how, he picked up an infection and is on yet another batch of antibotics. It looks like this was caught quickly enough that the normal week in the hospital will not be happening.

The absolutely stupid thing about this is that unless you knew him, you would think he was the happiest, funniest little angel you ever met. Yes he ran up to his doctor and gave her a hug. Two years ago she might have thought we had Munchausen By Proxy but she, and all of his support crew, are smarter now.

To compound my lack of training today I walked into a warzone in one of my clubs today and as a Partner I could not in good conscious sacrifice a two hour run for the two hours of training I knew had to take place instead. Today was not lost to Common Man Syndrome, today was transformed by the Stephen Covey phrase, "First Things First."