Wednesday brought a visit to the pediatric orthopedic surgeon to check on Tuna's hip surgery recovery. She got to chuck the crutches and is walking beautifully. Thursday brought a field trip for Little Bean and that ended with a call from the teacher. She apparently went down the twisty slide and twisted her neck. The teacher called, the ambulance was on the way, and we drove the half hour drive to meet them in 15 minutes. We spent 5 hours at the ER (our second home) while the doctor worked on her sprained muscles. She is living on ibuprofen.
Then Friday we met the nurse who taught us how to give our terrified Fish the Human Growth Hormone injections. There were tears and queasy tummies all around, but I did manage to get that first needle into my violently sobbing target and successfully inject the first of several hundred doses. (And we all lived to tell the tale.) I also managed to work nearly 40 hours in the midst of all that chaos and have conversations with our new specialty pharmacy, medication fulfillment specialist, nurse, and patient care representative. I was exhausted. I wanted to just pack the whole nasty week up and sweep it right out the front door.
So, you'll understand why I decided if we survived the week we were getting the heck out of Dodge come Saturday morning. We needed to do something fun to kick off spring break. We've been putting off a trip to see my Great Aunt for several years. We've been waiting on the right moment and obviously the right moment is not something we are destined to experience so it was time to just make it happen. I packed a small bag late Friday night and told the girls to pack clean jammies and a change of clothes and we booked a hotel room.
Saturday morning we were on the road and Tuna played On the Road Again every single time the van left a parking space. Every. Single. Time. Little Bean made sure her Jessie dolls saw everything as we drove through the Flint Hills.
We counted silos and cursed the rain and sang 80s songs really loud. Three hours later we were off the turnpike and nearing my Great Aunt's house. I told the kids it was time to get out all of their ugliness. I said "get it out now! Every fart. Every burp. Every potty-mouth word. Get it all out. Because you will not embarrass me in front of this sweet lady." My Great Aunt is 86 and I really didn't think she would find their brand of humor funny.
We rode in silence for about five minutes. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted with a piercing "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE!" (Or something very close.) I let off the gas and gripped the steering wheel tight, eyes scanning the road and mirrors. I wasn't sure if Tuna was in some kind of serious pain or if I had just run over a small child. She looked at me as if nothing had happened and the car remained eerily silent as we tried to take in what had just occurred.
Then she launched into a run-on expletive marathon that rivaled Eddie Murphy. "Sonofableepfubeepshibeepholybeepcubeeplickercobeepsuckermotherbleepdambleephelbleepbleepbleep!"
She sat back in her seat silent and the back seats erupted into fits of laughter. I'm talking belly laughs, snorts, and giggles galore. I was speechless. I am not sure if I'm raising a comedian or the spawn of Satan. The Big Guy thinks I had an affair with a sailor. "You told me to get it all out" she said. She punctuated the rest of the short drive with short bursts of profanity.
We had a wonderful dinner with my Great Aunt and a fabulous visit the next day with our cousins. Oh, and we found a Braum's! We don't have Braum's in our area so when we travel in the vicinity of a Braum's we get a little carried away. The Big Guy read the online bank statement- "Braum's! Braum's! Braum's! Braum's!" Yeah, well. It's good stuff. We also brought 6 cartons home on dry ice to share with the boys since they didn't get included in this trip.
|Rough Stuff, Fish, Little Bean, and Tuna enjoying their Braum's.|
Progress report on the house:
NADA. Zip. Zilch. Zero.
Oh well, there is always next
week month. (Just waiting on the big guy to get those splints off his wrists.)
By the way- Who tears up both wrists at the same time?! Who does that? What family visits multiple orthopedic doctors in one week and then tops the week off with a sprained neck while still recovering from a house fire?
That's us. We do. The Whole Herd. Living life one catastrophe at a time so you don't have to. You're welcome.