Seattle Children's Part Deaux

This time, it was a touch more annoying.

The biggest hit was waiting for ONE HOUR in the clinic room. Not the waiting room, the clinic room. I had to entertain my wiggle worm five month old for ONE HOUR. There was no cell phone coverage, so I couldn't text or call Kevin. I had all Patrick's snacks since right before I got called in Patrick announced that he pooped. Kevin was in the bathroom with the boy, I was with the snacks. I poked my head out at 40 minutes and was reassured the doctor was dictating and would be in next. At ONE HOUR, I stuck my head out again and aimed for the polite yet terribly irritated tone, "I've been in here one hour, do you know how much longer it might be?" Turns out the doctor didn't know I was there! Fantastic.

I work in health care, I know the schedule doesn't always work. I also know doctors tend to throw the staff under the bus without mentioning their role in the whole escapade. So I was not a jerk once it got going. In fact, I was rather gracious about it all. But it sure starts the whole experience on a rough note for all.

But we were done after the appointment, ready to get out of there. I decided to schedule separately Fiona's first medication dose for her hemangioma. She'll need a few hours of monitoring to make sure her heart rate, blood pressure, and blood sugar aren't doing anything weird. We won't be stuck in a room, but able to wander the campus between timed check ins. Patrick can stay in Tacoma for that appointment.

And I forgot to get our prescription as well. That can get called into Tacoma. We have medication down here, I've been told, you snobby Seattle people.

Off to University Village for playtime and lunch. I lurve me some Blue C Sushi. Except somebody in our family forgets to do math and figure out how much they've spent. Especially when the other person takes the 3 year old to get a cupcake leaving Dad...I mean...the other parent...to enjoy the rest of the meal with a quite baby. The bill was $28. I spent $6.

Do you think I'm owed a foot rub for this? And I was very nice about how I told him I was pissed as hell. He even said so.

REI yielded more playtime and a successful shoe buying purchase for Patrick. Blue crocs! One pair of shoes just doesn't cut it. When you have an accident and get pee on your shoes, then you don't have anything else to wear!

Currently, I'm in the living room with the baby. She's cooing adorably and trying to crawl. Both my boys are asleep in the van. One of these days I'll get to have that nap.