So here's how a 3 1/2 hour flight, 1 rental car, 1/2 a tank of $4 gas and a 2 hour drive culminated in tears. As we pulled into the parking garage at Cincinnati Children's hospital today, I heard the crinkling of plastic from the backseat. I turned my head so fast I ought to have whiplash. Thomas had a plastic bag with some Spree. "What do you have?!?!!!! Spit it out!!!! You're not supposed to eat!!!!!!!!!" Crap. He cried. I cried. We checked in & were escorted back to the same day surgery room only to be told what I already knew . . . they would not be able to do his scope today. 3 lousy spree. It's my fault. I grabbed the backpack, which was packed for the airplane yesterday & threw that in the backseat with him. Never thinking about the fact that there was food in it. Never dreaming he'd forget that he was not allowed to eat. Oy, indeed.
I've been assured that they will be able to reschedule him for sometime during our visit here. I'll believe it when I see it. We've rescheduled before. It took months. It's been a really horrible terrible no good day. Alexander's got nothing on me.
Tunnel of Vision
3 years ago
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Oh. my. gosh. Actually I said a few expletives here but I won't type those.
My heart just stopped for you. Heck, I get annoyed just rescheduling Walton's stuff and it's just rigth down the street.
Good gravy. I hope they get it done.
holy moley.
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