We were out visiting friends, and it was a hot and sunny day today. The visit lasted into the evening, and by the time we left it was completely dark.

As we pulled away, I chided Jason for not turning on the headlights and dashlights. He looked over at me and told me to take off my sunglasses.

Thank you for taking the time to see my daughter today about her relativly mild cough. Thank you also for prescribing some medication for her, as opposed to telling us to "wait and see if it gets worse", thereby making us come back when it's less convenient, more of an emergency, and take up more of our time.

What I'd like to talk to you about, is your amazingly fucktarded decision to prescribe my two year old, 80 ml of yucky medication as a one-time dose. While that may have been the right dose of medication, and while it's possible you may have also taken into account the vast amount that gets spit out, the reality of holding down a two-year old, injecting down her throat a 10 ml syringe full of medicine EIGHT FUCKING TIMES, while she is kicking, screaming and choking... lets just say that was probably one of the more stupid medical decisions I've come across. If you ever try to do something like that again, I'll ensure you have to administer the medicine yourself, just so you can fully appreciate the experience. In case you don't have an appreciation for how much liquid that is, it's more than half a bottle of gripe water.

It took a brief conversation with a hospital pharmacist for me to find out that you could have prescribed her a single tablet we could have crushed up and put in some jam. The drink we had to buy, cost us $30. The tablet that we ended up having to purchase anyways, cost us $12.

Drinkable crap = 2 hours of screaming and huge sticky mess everywhere + $30
Crushable pill = 0 screaming, happy toddler with a yummy snack, a sticky jam mouth's worth of clean up + $12.

Get. A. Fucking. Clue.