Bus Strike and another Neuvola Appointment

Yesterday I had plans on taking V�in� downtown with me to do the usual - walk around and go to some regular places like the library, pet shop and grocery store. That would be followed with a bus trip back home. Turned out the buses went on strike as of 6pm last night.
I think we didn't bother going downtown because I was feeling a bit under the weather and I had an orthodontist appointment at 6:30pm to get to as well.
Well you'd figure no big deal about the buses - but there's a serious problem. The bus drivers are part of a union with delivery drivers too! So the drivers that bring in the meat, fruits etc. - well they won't be driving either! Egad! I have no idea how long it will go on for.
Maybe something in tomorrow's paper will give us a hint.
I have no problem walking home with V�in� strapped to my chest - it's only a problem if I get too many groceries to last us for a few days.

Well the Neuvola appointment is usually a joyful experience for V. Usually. Today our appointment was at 8:20am and he had to be woken up. Normally he's been getting up around 9 or 9:30 - by then I usually have a load of laundry in and the dishes 1/2 done (if not all of it).
So he was fed, dressed and we went to the Neuvola. We didn't wait long today and got him all measured and weighed and he didn't shed a single tear. I was so proud of him. Usually the head measuring is a major no-no.
Last time we had an appointment with the doctor it was a male and V�in� did some male bonding with him while getting inspected.
Today's doctor was a young female who was very tall and had Kate Gosselin hair. (You know what I mean - before the extensions came into play). Thankfully it wasn't exactly like Kate's hair - you know what I mean - half of her bangs dancing on her chin they're so long?
Anyways we walk in the room and she smiles and is very friendly and says hello. She then apologizes that she's not wearing her lab coat (which was hung on her chair) because:

"Children are scared of me so I do not wear it."

Tim and I laughed her off thinking V will just adore her as he does with anybody else.
She was sooooo right. He was fine until she took him to a table to test his hips and listen to his heart beat - he screamed bloody murder non-stop. She couldn't even get him to look or hold the rattle because he was so stressed out. When she tried talking to him in a nice, high pitched voice - he kicked her a few times...and I know they hurt....they hurt me anyway!
Well she definitely gets some sort of satisfaction (not really I'm sure) of getting the kid wound up then being able to pass them back to the parent.
SO V�in� got her back. Once in my arms he instantly stopped crying after some "1-2-3 WHEEEE"in the air....and looked at her and shot her the evil stare.
Seriously - Darth Vader would be proud.
Then when we were done - he gave her the most precious smile as if to say:
"Boo ya - I'm out!"

He was perfectly fine with the nurse after - even when she was giving him the rota virus vaccine in his mouth.
What a cheeky little boy.