Perspective
Well, I got some much-needed, if unwanted, perspective today.
Got a call around noon from my mom-in-law. She and I are quite close, despite the fact (or really, BECAUSE of the fact) that her son and I split up over 7 years ago. She's the one who takes care of the girls for me, even though Baby Butt isn't her biological grandchild. And because the kids are with her during the week, she's also the one to take them to the doctor. So today, they had basic check-ups with the new pediatrician. Barb mentioned Big Girl's snoring, which she had also mentioned to the old doctor. The old doctor's finding: we'll keep an eye on her. The new doctor's finding: She has a mass on her throat and needs to see a specialist today at 3. And if they don't have room/time to see her, get her to UTMB, fast. My heart dropped to the floor. Then Barb backpedaled a little, said it might not be that bad, I shouldn't really worry, no reason to leave work and meet them down there, if they said they needed to do a procedure she would call me.
Pins and needles.
At 3:30 I had to go into a stupid meeting at work. It didn't end until after 5:30, though I told the phone attendant to page me if Barb called, and flat out told my manager if I got a call I was taking it, meeting or no meeting. Stupid meeting lasted until 5:30. When I got out, there was a message slip on my chair. *gulp* Seems big girl is okay, they didn't have to do anything today. It looks like what it is (I forget the name) is not dangerous, but it will probably still have to be removed at some point. Still, my Big Girl is okay. And as soon as I heard that, it was all I could do, not to break down in hysterical tears of relief. Suddenly, the messes with the bills and the phones and the frustration, meant nothing.
My baby is okay.
Got a call around noon from my mom-in-law. She and I are quite close, despite the fact (or really, BECAUSE of the fact) that her son and I split up over 7 years ago. She's the one who takes care of the girls for me, even though Baby Butt isn't her biological grandchild. And because the kids are with her during the week, she's also the one to take them to the doctor. So today, they had basic check-ups with the new pediatrician. Barb mentioned Big Girl's snoring, which she had also mentioned to the old doctor. The old doctor's finding: we'll keep an eye on her. The new doctor's finding: She has a mass on her throat and needs to see a specialist today at 3. And if they don't have room/time to see her, get her to UTMB, fast. My heart dropped to the floor. Then Barb backpedaled a little, said it might not be that bad, I shouldn't really worry, no reason to leave work and meet them down there, if they said they needed to do a procedure she would call me.
Pins and needles.
At 3:30 I had to go into a stupid meeting at work. It didn't end until after 5:30, though I told the phone attendant to page me if Barb called, and flat out told my manager if I got a call I was taking it, meeting or no meeting. Stupid meeting lasted until 5:30. When I got out, there was a message slip on my chair. *gulp* Seems big girl is okay, they didn't have to do anything today. It looks like what it is (I forget the name) is not dangerous, but it will probably still have to be removed at some point. Still, my Big Girl is okay. And as soon as I heard that, it was all I could do, not to break down in hysterical tears of relief. Suddenly, the messes with the bills and the phones and the frustration, meant nothing.
My baby is okay.
posted by SaraSmile | 7:03 PM
2 Comments:
Yup, sometimes life sucks the BIG one.
I barely make it on my meagre cash and cannot imagine doing it with kids.
Is there nothing sacred anymore? The damn phone companies!! I had my phone cut off for more than a month after a room-mate up and left leaving me with $1,500 in unpaid bills, his!
I'll be paying till I lose enough weight to become a table dancer. Until then, just tell the bill collectors, "Honey, I tried prostitution but around here they give it away for Free!" If you give them lines like that instead of rants, they are so shocked they just say, "I'll get back to you." I haven't heard from that store again!" (not like I don't like to pay my bills, but it takes a while sometimes and I have borrowed from everybody but POTUS and all his money is in IRAQ, so I know he's broke too!
Hang in there SaraSmile. If the kids want something fun to do, stop into the dollar store and get some of those plastic ice cube thingies that you fill with water like a water balloon and then tie shut at the top. They can make their own ice pops, and cleverly put a blueberry in each one or something like that. Gross out the boys and put spiders from the dollar store in each one too!
A BFS member who slaves for Grover
*hugs* Thank you. You have NO IDEA how much it helps, to have friends who are so supportive. Or maybe ya do ;)
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