I Visited a Hospital Today
Also, if anybody needs a little springy toy: HMU. I have a few extra.
3am:
BW wakes me up to say her gastronomical pain is not just from Friday’s choice of dinner at Five Guys.
“I’m taking your car”, she tells me.
I mumble something about being okay with that and roll over.
7:00 am
I’m awake and the child comes in.
”Where’s Mommy? she asks. At the hospital, I tell her. “She had a tummy ache”.
I reach for some clothes and get to finding my glasses when the child starts screaming at full volume. Turns out, the dog ate the springy hoppy thing that she was given by the school after her concert.
There were full on tears. The dog has been known to eat some things before so this is not new:
And usually she just shrugs it off as being part of life. She’s down more than a few stuffed animals due to this dog.
But today with these little things it was different. She was inconsolable.
Luckily, there’s a fix: It’s called Amazon:
36 of these little buggers are coming to the house Wed. The dog is going to be thrilled.
11:00 am.
I took an uber to the Hospital only to find that she’s getting sent home, so we wait for a bit to get discharged and I drive her home.
I get her home and something to eat that her stomach can handle.
I then go pick up prescriptions at the Rite Aid only to find that they’re on lunch at 2pm. An odd time for lunch, but I just sat there and waited.
3:30 pm
The child comes home. By the time I got BW home from the hospital and all her meds and food sorted I had 10 minutes to make myself a coffee before the second shift.
She was great and we played and cuddled on the chair and then a half an hour later her friend Ethel came over and trashed the family room I just cleaned:
Dinner was grilled cheese sandwiches as that was the best I could do tonight.
7:00 PM
Kid is in bed and listening to her Tonies. She will be out soon.
Wife is resting relatively comfortably, all things considered.
I go downstairs to push the button on the dishwasher only to find it has no power. None. Dead as a doorknob. I half-heartedly try a few troubleshooting things and then realize my day has been long enough. The dishwasher can wait.
There’s probably an entire post coming on the dishwasher but for now know that it stopped working on us after 18 months. Thanks a lot Samsung.
9:00 PM
I’m toast - just like the dishwasher, I have no more power.
I hit “publish” with this post - such as it is - and go to bed.
I hope tomorrow that both my wife and the dishwasher feel better.
In that order, of course.