And we're out of soap.

This past month and a half have been unusually busy with sick people in our family.  But one, my daughter, is still not well.  And she got sick first.  So last night we were told at her afternoon doctor appointment, to...go home, pack a bag, go to Children's Hospital's ER and be prepared to possibly be admitted.  Alrighty then.  Not what I expected, but we're an adaptable bunch.

Did we go? Being the cooperative, coachable, doctor direction following mom and daughter that we are, we did.  This particular hospital happens to be 70 miles away!  But I didn't blink an eye, figuring I'd at least get to sleep in the uncomfortable chair in her room.

Did they admit her?  Nope.
Run a bunch of tests? Absolutely.
Look at us like why are you here at night, in the ER, for this?  Definitely.
Did I spend 6 hours in a small, hard, desk type chair, not sleeping?  Uh huh.
Was she released at 2am so we could now drive, exhausted, the 70 miles back home?  Of course.
Offer me a cup of coffee?  Ummm, there's a 7-11 a couple blocks away.
Like I would even consider getting out of my car at a deserted 7-11 at 2am while leaving my baby girl in the car.  Riiight.  Do I look that dumb?

After I silently cursed them all out, wondering if they cared at all about the studies showing the dangers of driving while sleep deprived, the fact that 2am is the worst time to be on the roads, after all the bars have just closed, the tiny little fact that our house is 70 MILES AWAY?!;  we asked for a security escort to our car in the parking structure down the block, and drove home. 

Arriving safely at the blissful hour of 3:20am.

Making my crazy, little dog bark like crazy as soon as the garage door went up.  He knows we're a respectable family, always tucked safely in at this wee hour.  This was his house, and he was going to  make sure we all knew it.  Waking up Bill, poor guy.

I gave my groggy man a synopsis of what all happened...and pretty much the last thing he said to me before he drifted back to sleep was...oh, and we're out of soap.

I love this!  Because it means, that the normal activities of the day, like showering, must go on.  That despite the fact that I'm frustrated with our medical care and the lack of a cohesive plan between doctors, that they exist.  That tests are available.  A solution is somewhere in our future.  And while I run around with our daughter taking care of all the business, the men in our little family, will keep the place running, have KFC for dinner and use up all the soap!

Love ya!
~S