Yesterday I was sitting
in chemo, and my office called to say I had scheduled a surgery for Friday am.
That is typically my worst day, and I would not even be able to walk to the
hospital front door. So I said I can’t do that, but see if I can do it Thursday
(today). And with a little finagling, we got it on for 9:30am today. Then we
woke up to my daughter having recurrent strep (she just got over scarlet fever from
it). So I ran her in to the pediatrician at 8:00am. They recommended this
bicillin shot that would keep her from having to take pills (and avoid the
noncompliance induced by parents). We were all for it. But what we did not know
how much it hurts. It killed her. She had trouble walking. And, the kindly
gray haired pediatrician informed me that she would be fine to go to school
tomorrow. Tomorrow? Not today? He said that would be public health issue to
send her back with active strep. So I called the neighbor in a panic. She took
Harriet while I did the surgery. Then we had to run, together, to the
orthodontist since I broke my permanent retainer (which was put on in Houston 15 years ago)
during chemo (what are the odds?). My daughter, who was feeling much better once the
penicillin was working, was climbing all over, going through my credit cards,
sitting on my lap in the dental chair, slathering strep on all touchable
objects.
Then we sped home to
lie down together, which really is an unexpected treat. We got Monsters Inc
going, and I believe that will be just my speed.
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