This is my addition to the post of Max having to check-in to the hospital for a post-chemo fever.
So I get the call from Max's teacher Wednesday afternoon that he's not feeling well and wants to lay down on his mat in class and take a nap. I'm in Encinitas (a good 15-20 mins away) finishing up grocery shopping and getting a last minute gift for Andy's birthday which is also today. "OK, I'm on the way!"
I pull Max and Hannah out of class about 15 minutes early and head home. Max feels like crap, has a fever, and wants to go to bed. OK. This will leave me with only two kids to deal with while I get bags packed for a stay at the hospital, make all the appropriate phone calls, and try to keep focused.
One hour later we're finally in the car. Max feels crappier. We jump on the freeway and, oops!, afternoon traffic. Whatever. I'm calm. It just took 15 minutes to drive 4 miles. Thump! Oh my gosh! I've just been rear-ended by some tiny car! I don't have time for this shit. Doesn't this jackass know I have a kid with cancer in my car and he has fever? Ugh. I sure hope he's calm and can just give me his insurance info and get going. Me and the jackass are pulling over to the emergency lane. Hey - wait a minute... he just took off on the exit ramp. Oh, nice. He's even flipping me off. I pull back onto the freeway. Joke's on you jackass. This is exactly why I have a trailer hitch on the back of the econo-liner. He'll get his when he see's what my hitch did to the front of his car.
By the way - no damage to the econo-liner or any of us. Ha Ha.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Friday, June 1, 2007
Happy Birthday to Me!
Ok - I write this with a smile.
Yesterday was my birthday. The kids had made me cards, Andy brought home the first ice cream cake the kids had ever had. It was really fun. We had spaghetti dinner per Max's request and then cut into the cake! I thought Nic might burst - that kid knows what chocolate is! So we're a few bites in the cake when Max say's, "I have to go poo!" Well, due to Max's digestive problems that means I have to collect a stool sample.
Good times.
Yesterday was my birthday. The kids had made me cards, Andy brought home the first ice cream cake the kids had ever had. It was really fun. We had spaghetti dinner per Max's request and then cut into the cake! I thought Nic might burst - that kid knows what chocolate is! So we're a few bites in the cake when Max say's, "I have to go poo!" Well, due to Max's digestive problems that means I have to collect a stool sample.
Good times.
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