We went to the surgeon’s clinic for Thing One’s pre-op appointment. The doc took one look at her and said he can’t operate. See, Thing Two came down with the nasty head cold flu that has been going around making everyone here miserable and half-dead.
I prayed. I begged.
Thing One came down with it the very next day. And because she is MY child and weird shit is simply par for the course, she got it worse than anyone else in the house. So far she has missed 3 days of school, from being sick. After 4 days and zero improvement ~in fact, it got worse~ I called the doctor. They of course told me that they are booked solid and that I should take her to urgent care.
Ummm, fuck that.
The same urgent care that ignored my broken heel 3 separate times. The same urgent care that let Thing One’s finger get the point that it needs this damn surgery in the first place because they didn’t take us seriously and said it was a sprain.
Again I say, fuck that.
I told the doctor’s nurse (we are all on a first name basis since they deal with me and the Things so often) that urgent care is trying to kill us and that if Thing One is to have the surgery on the 30, as Doctor Hot Surgeon Pants wants to do, then Thing One needs to be sorted, ASAP, and not by the urgent care incompetents. They agreed to see Thing One the next day, although she was being squeezed in, so the wait would be long.
I had to have the Man Child (now that he’s 18, I really need to call him something else, huh?) take off of school to take her, because I have missed too much already and am running out of sick days for the year. I still have to get through the day(s) off for her surgery, the twins’ follow up appointments with all of their specialists, and the Man Child’s cardio appointments that begin in 3 more weeks.
FML.
Anyhoo, he took Thing One.
Acute bronchitis, ear infection in both ears, and the start of an eye infection. W.T.F.?
We have meds, inhalers, drops. All in hopes of clearing this crap up before Friday so the surgeon can operate on her hand. Which we won’t know the extent of the damage until he opens her hand up. We found out last week that this could be multiple surgeries to correct. MULTIPLE. She is pretty stoked that she basically gets to miss P.E. for the remainder of the year, though. Ahhh….to be 14 again.
I need a vacation.
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