My life that is.
If you followed my twitter today, you know that we went for Taz's pre-op found out he had pneumonia and had to reschedule his surgery. Our visit to urgent care was almost comical. The doctor couldn't believe I was taking it all so well.
BTDT: When the Pre-op nurse practitioner said he had active wheezing and crackling in his lungs, I already knew what the X-ray would show. This is the umpteenth time he's had pneumonia. I suppose you'd call it walking pneumonia, but with Taz, it's more like whirl, stop and cough, whirl, stop and cough, and whirl some more.
We don't call him the Tasmanian Devil for nothing.
It does start to wear on me a bit. When I finally got home at 3 pm after leaving the house at 9:30 for the pre-op, I collapsed, and slept for 2.5 hours until my Blackberry alarm went off to warn me that I had to get back to Sam's Club pharmacy to pick up all his scripts before they closed.
On the way there, I get a call from Taz's school:
Hellooo (insert recorded British Accent), I'm calling to inform you that you son or daughter was absent from school today. . .
I hang up, LMAO and LMAO some more.
Didn't they get my faxed memo saying that he had PNEUMONIA???
BTW: If you're following this blog, I hope you check out the Daily Inspirational Quotes. Today's was very fitting.
"Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritation and resentments slip away, and a sunny spirit takes their place."
Nianya
P.S. I swear he's almost 7 even though the costume his sister wore at age 3 is still too big.
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