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Man, am I tired. And tomorrow...well, tomorrow will be tomorrow. The same but different.
I'm not making much sense. I would apologize, but, well, you're just going to have to follow me.
Next week, Shannon goes in for surgery. Today was the first Pre-Op visit at Sick Kids. We got up too early after going to bed later than we should have (because we had to wait to feed her) and I even got up in the middle of the night when Shannon demanded food. I didn't sleep well when I could sleep. I have no idea why I'm not napping now and why I've not fallen over exhausted because my body is *forcing* me to get some sleep.
Anyway. Traffic was stupid. No, really. I don't know how people can commute five days a week. Just driving to Sick Kids every other month and hitting the morning rush is enough to convince me that working within the city transit routes or walking is exactly what I want.
We hit the Expressway at about 7:25 and didn't make it to the hospital until 9:32. That's nearly two hours for what should have been about a 75 minute drive.
Today they had to put Shannon under sedation for an echocardiogram and an electrocardiogram. She didn't like being force fed this nasty medication for the priviledge, but she didn't throw it up immediately afterwards, so she didn't have to go through the ordeal twice.
They did what they needed to do and then we got to feed her after she was awake again (she hadn't had food since the night feed...the 100 mL of water with some sugar and her meds doesn't count). She kept it down and that meant we could go and have something to eat and then go home.
I had moussaka and roasted potatoes for lunch. Yum! When I was waiting for the cafeteria lady to serve up my order, two women were standing beside me. One of them said, "it's like going on holiday!" I wanted to tell them that the last time I remember having had moussaka was in Fira on the island of Santorini in late May of 2000, but I didn't and only hoped that what I was going to be putting in my belly was at least edible. It was quite tasty. Not as good as the stuff from Fira, but it satisfied a craving I didn't even know I had.
Tomorrow, we have to be at Sick Kids for Pre-OP, Day 2 at 7:30 am! That means we have to leave here no later than 5:30. And I don't even want to think about what time my alarm will be going off tomorrow morning. :P
I'm not making much sense. I would apologize, but, well, you're just going to have to follow me.
Next week, Shannon goes in for surgery. Today was the first Pre-Op visit at Sick Kids. We got up too early after going to bed later than we should have (because we had to wait to feed her) and I even got up in the middle of the night when Shannon demanded food. I didn't sleep well when I could sleep. I have no idea why I'm not napping now and why I've not fallen over exhausted because my body is *forcing* me to get some sleep.
Anyway. Traffic was stupid. No, really. I don't know how people can commute five days a week. Just driving to Sick Kids every other month and hitting the morning rush is enough to convince me that working within the city transit routes or walking is exactly what I want.
We hit the Expressway at about 7:25 and didn't make it to the hospital until 9:32. That's nearly two hours for what should have been about a 75 minute drive.
Today they had to put Shannon under sedation for an echocardiogram and an electrocardiogram. She didn't like being force fed this nasty medication for the priviledge, but she didn't throw it up immediately afterwards, so she didn't have to go through the ordeal twice.
They did what they needed to do and then we got to feed her after she was awake again (she hadn't had food since the night feed...the 100 mL of water with some sugar and her meds doesn't count). She kept it down and that meant we could go and have something to eat and then go home.
I had moussaka and roasted potatoes for lunch. Yum! When I was waiting for the cafeteria lady to serve up my order, two women were standing beside me. One of them said, "it's like going on holiday!" I wanted to tell them that the last time I remember having had moussaka was in Fira on the island of Santorini in late May of 2000, but I didn't and only hoped that what I was going to be putting in my belly was at least edible. It was quite tasty. Not as good as the stuff from Fira, but it satisfied a craving I didn't even know I had.
Tomorrow, we have to be at Sick Kids for Pre-OP, Day 2 at 7:30 am! That means we have to leave here no later than 5:30. And I don't even want to think about what time my alarm will be going off tomorrow morning. :P
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