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My poor poor baby!!!

Poor, darling Emily has had some sort of rash on her ass for the last two months at least. I cannot figure out what it is or get it to go away. I decided to take her to the doctor because a sty has popped up on her eye as well. They are reworking the appointment lines and I have not been able to get an appointment that we can make because of Clint's schedule. I refuse to take her to the emergency room because ,well frankly, it isn't an emergency. Now I just can't take her because they are going to think she has been beaten at home.
1. She was climbing on the end table and after repeated threats to her life and her person, she fell!!! HA HA Baby Karma is what I was thinking. She had a scrape, but nothing big. Later that evening, it (the scrape, not Emily) had turned into a giant purple bruise!!! I felt bad for the lack of sympathy at that point.
2. The next day, she was playing outside and fell several times. She scraped her knees so bad they bled. GREAT ANOTHER INJURY!!!
3. Then, this morning, little dear was trying to climb the rubbermaid drawers in her closet and flipped over backwards (not the bad part). She in the process, managed to bite completely through her bottom lip. The thing (the lip not Emily) is so swollen it looks like the girl had a collagen treatment.
Needless to say, she (yes, Emily) looks like a poor, abused child. I feel so bad for her.

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