Today was fodder for a stand-up comedy routine. (Pay attention, Mary, this one's for you.) One day far removed, I'm sure today will be funny. Maybe. If it brings you humor, I'm glad. If it doesn't, I assume you are at least covering your smirk and trying to commiserate.
Dressing to head out this morn, only to find I had no - zero - pants clean. Wandered about in hubby's shorts digging through kids' closets looking for mysteriously missing garments until it was discovered that all I owned was in the dryer. And, yes, I have plenty of pants. Why they were all in the dryer, I no longer care. Left uneventfully to hospital to sit from 12:30 to after 3pm with a starving toddler waiting on surgical team to be ready. After enough screaming in the waiting room, they decided it was time to operate about the time Asa fell asleep. And then they actually started surgery at 3:42, about 30 minutes after they took him back mad and crying. Port placement went well and we were called back about an hour later to a screaming Asa. Mad was an understatement. Eventually calmed him and filled his tummy, only to discover his site had bled some. By this point, most of the nursing staff and all of the recovery docs had left for day, so they had to walk us to the 24 hr recovery room to find a doc. On way, our surgeon was in the hall, he saw us, inspected Asa, said he was okay, and we went to the other recovery room to be released. We piled in car and on way out, Tony opened the the sunroof. Still not sure why, but in the worst of rush hour traffic, it decided not to close. Asa and I traveled in the resulting wind tunnel. He fell asleep while I protected him from direct sun and wind. All fine until we realize there were gray skies and sheeting rain ahead. Should I mention that when on the freeway, natural forces push light rain through the sunroof into the back seat? As we approached Tomball, we realized that it's looking even worse ahead, so we pulled in at the Spring Cypress Walmart gas station for cover. Tony filled up and examined the issue closer realizing he doesn't have the tools to fix. So he got back in the car, put on a seatbelt, and we pulled out only to realize that he forgot to take the gas pump nozzle out of the car. The car is fine. The gas nozzle is fine. He was just a bit distracted with a bigger issue. We turned toward Tomball and began to drive into Tomball only to drive into a complete downpour. I buried Asa and myself under a blanket in the backseat while Abi and Tony held various blankets up over the hole in the roof until they got too saturated while Tony tried to drive. As we drove into our neighborhood, the rain slowed to nothing but a few drops. The boys met us in the driveway with a pop-up tent already put up to cover the car. I went inside to find no one had started dinner at 7:38 because they were waiting on authorization. Probably good because while preparing it, unmentioned child set his apron on fire. Dinner was made and sunroof window rolled up manually with an Allen wrench. Asa got out of the car and played happily in the den and devoured dinner while I sat on the back porch and drooled.
So please pray that tomorrow is NOT like today. We leave early for clinic, afternoon ear appointment, late afternoon inpatient for chemo. Please pray that it be clear to all if we should proceed with chemo. Asa was a bit snotty with cold today, though he seems great tonight. We want to be appropriately cautious, but not paranoid. Pray for Asa's germ protection. I know he has an immune system, but I think he touched every toy in waiting area today. We tried to clean, but not fast enough. They shouldn't lock a toddler there for hours with no food, either. Pray for kids and Tony at home the next few. We've done this so long that we all need sanity and simplicity. Lots of it.
Thanks today that car remained intact and that we got home in one piece. Grateful for good surgery and great surgeon. It's bad when the anesthesiologist is surprised she hasn't had you as a patient before and the you know the patient liaison on a first name basis. "You wanna go where everyone knows your name" shouldn't apply to a hospital, but in an odd way, it's good to be known so intimately. I guess. Thankful to be home in our bed. And cookies. Yes, cookies are good.
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