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February 23, 2001
Let's see.......
Leave house at 7:30AM - run the race to the
hospital.
He's due at 8:30AM but BlockBuster must be
returned its videos.
We take advantage of car pool lanes - and
get to the wild speed of 30 MPH.
We nearly hit a jerk in the carpool lane at
the light - who is not a carpool car.
My younger son wants to devise a device that
sticks (with super glue) a flag on a car that says "A......H......" You
fill that in.
And make a law - if you get five flags - we
take your car away
We get there----and wait.
And wait.
And finally get him accessed (they de-access
him on off days) and blood drawn. They take extra.
Then we wait some more - about 2 hours - and
I am not yet at work
His butt hurts - my hips hurt. This is due
to hard chairs and too many chocolate chip cookies.
So I go after the nurses - "Hey - Where is....?"
Finally - we get to a conference room - uh
oh.
Of course I expected this (so did he) since
he almost fainted Sunday and did little all Monday.
I made chocolate chip cookie dough - he won't
eat! (Of course, I am consuming mass quantities.)
He needs blood - a lot - his platelets are
good but his other counts are low - no chemo
Oh Dear!
And it will be two hours until they are ready
and no, they cannot put him in a room. And no, we don't want to sit.
So I drive to work, abandon the kid to sleeping
in the car and run up to do email and other nefarious projects for about
45-50 minutes and then drive back to the hospital and drop the kid off.
I go back to work.
And about 3:30PM I call and find that he will
be there until about 8-9PM.
Needless to say I get a lot of odds and ends
and other stuff cleaned up including an impromptu meeting about eLearning.
I get to rescue my boss - whose car is busted.
I get to pick her up and drive her home (not far) because I am stuck anyway
and then I leave for the hospital, again.
This morning, when leaving the first time
to go back to work, the pillars in the hospital garage finally got my
side view mirror. They've been trying to get it for eight months. They
were successful.
It's in pieces on the garage floor - I got
my son and drove back to pick it up.
I drive without the mirror, because when I
called Toyota, I got the runaround. "Well, do you have this part......"
"Uh...you'd have to bring it in. How do we
know which part?"
OH DUH! I need the lever with the sticking
button for the window washer fluid replaced or cleaned and the passenger
side view mirror replaced.
And a 30,000 mile service and a clean air
filter and my left rear shock is leaking and don't touch the damn tires!
So I'll have to drive over and arm-wrestle
the manager to the ground to get an answer
"You'll have to leave it all day........"
oh Duh! Again!
I got back to the hospital the second time
about 6:45PM and raced to get dinner (chicken nuggets, salad, coffee,
Klondike bar) and a snack for my son (big lemonade and a klondike bar)
since he's already had two meals.
They let him go at about 8PM.
I have managed to get a blood draw order for
Unilab - for Mondays - to reduce the sit around and wait fiasco - now
they can call and tell me not to come in....or that I will need to leave
him for blood....etc. Efficient. Must get efficient.
I left him at the front door of the hospital
in a wheelchair and went for the crippled truck.
I was so tired I turned OUT of the parking
lot. And started home without my child. Rote driving. Done this so much
lately. I caught myself before I even got out of the driveway - but I
need 40 acres to turn this truck around.
I u-turned through a supermarket after hanging
the right front tire on the curb of the narrow driveway. (I hate it when
that happens! Hurts the wheel! Never mind the tire!)
I captured my son, who has by this time decided
that I belong in a home.
I only know my stomach hurts (which prompts
me to eat cookie dough and sip wine when we get home). My hips hurt. (Still.
All day, every day. Medication or not.)
My head hurts. His feet hurt. (He gets shooting
nerve pain - comes and goes. Severe pain that leaves him cranky and crippled.)
We get home and he has Pasta Anytime - those
big servings. He's pink now - instesad of pasty grey. A liter of blood
will do that.
I'm debating about sitting up and sorting
mail - which I was supposed to do - and crashing and reading a book -
which I am, thanks to being in a waiting room for three hours, half done
reading already.
The book is winning.
Hair curlers are also probably losing.
He has rehab tomorrow at 3PM - he walked a
LOT today. Out of the house then in and out of the hospital and in and
half way out again and back into the house.
On Wednesday, I will go to work early - right
after I take out the garbage and find the insurance card for the van -
which is missing.
I need to mail a calendar and check on another
one - whose check I did not deposit yet (from Sept).
And have my head examined.
In the midst of this musing I made a list
of items to use to compare eLearning programs - and filled it out for
the one I like.
And then I worked up to Lesson 9 of 10 - the
skeleton is almost complete for the seminar I am building this for - Introduction
to Static Timing Analysis Using PrimeTime..
I am really leaning to reading the book by
this point.
At least QVC replaced the necklace extension
that was stolen (delivered a torn envelope and bill - no box - someone
who opened the bag did it by tearing. Nothing subtle.).
And I got a new blouse, big shirt and shell
to match outfits I already have.
I'm happy now.
Compulsive shopper.
That Joan River's Faberge add-on necklace
is so heavy I had to break it into two different necklaces. It pulls my
head forward if I wear both at once.
I love it anyway.
PS: On Wednesday he made the 3PM rehab. And
made both sessions.
I have high hopes for Friday.
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