We can all agree that being sick sure makes you appreciate feeling well. And don't I just love to feel well!
After having some very unexciting quality time with me on Monday, I decided that Merrick needed some very exciting quality time with me on Wednesday. We've been having some killer dates at all the hip medical buildings around town, but I felt it was time to step it up a notch.
My mornings just wouldn't be the same without adding to the ever present bruise in the crook of my right arm. So off to blood work we went. It was normal, my Neupogen shot was skipped and I went on my merry way.
Merrick is starting to feel at home in the oncology building like no 4 year old should. I'm sure seeing a cute kid brightens some dreary days around there, so I parade him around like he's my therapy dog. Only he doesn't listen, won't do anything on command and never comes when I call his name.
And you know those nurses fawn all over him because he's so cute. Sure, he's cute for those first 40 seconds in the morning before he first starts talking. Then I just feel like I'm succumbing to a bad case Chinese water torture as the barrage of endless chatter, questions, facts, needs and expert opinions begin coming my way in rapid fire.
I once read a quote that said having children is like being slowly pecked to death by chickens. Some days I have to agree.
|We glow. I told him to strike a pose and all I got out of him was a zombie ballerina.|
To Granddaddy's beach to see the tall ships moored for OpSail 2012!
As another day dawns, we're off to make the most of it again.