Not my usual Friday. ...

I keep making these plans about what's going to come up on this blog next.

Lately they've included knitting, and traveling and such.

But today clearly had other things in mind.  Today was so not normal, I kind of want to have a record.  And... most of what wasn't normal is likely to pop up again before the year's over, so I may as well share.

Friday mornings are supposed to look like this:

I get up at 7:00, and make sure my daughters have already gotten up too.  We load up the car by 7:30, I drive them to school, where they shamble off without having said much, and I drive to school myself to learn about anatomy.

Today, my day started at 5:30 a.m. when Golf Pro informed me that he was finally ready to take me up on my offer to drive him to Convenient Care.  (Tuesday night, he fell somehow, and hurt his back so that he woke up in pain Wednesday. I'd been urging a doctor visit since Wednesday evening).

I persuaded him that if he'd been willing to wait two whole days, two and a half more hours to take the cost from a $175.00 ER visit to a $20.00 Convenient Care visit might be okay.

So, I got up shortly before 7:00, went to roust Kitty (who is usually up before that) only to find an immovable lump in her bed.  She opened one eye and outlined some symptoms that sounded unpleasant, and I let her sleep.  I rousted Bookworm, who wasn't terribly happy about it, then got dressed, and helped Golf Pro down the stairs.

I made coffee, drank coffee while writing up all I could about Golf Pro's last couple of days and the various symptoms I'd been keeping track of, and then loaded Golf Pro into the car.  Bookworm loaded herself, and I drove 7.5 miles to the school, then back 7 miles to the Convenient Care.  Checked Golf Pro in, and abandoned him to the medical folk while I drove 8 or so miles to school.

I managed to get myself into the first group for our first Practical in the Cadaver lab.  (I feel quite confident about this test, since I'd been fretting about remembering "popliteal" (the area behind your knee), but then was able to remember it for the question that happened to ask us to identify the popliteal area!  Go me.)

Golf Pro texted me that he was ready, and I got the text right after finishing my test.  So I drove back to Convenient Care to fetch him, and pick up the meds they ordered.  He'd been given a pain shot and an anti-nausea shot (evidently, when you're in serious pain and they poke at the injured place, it can make you nauseated -- duh), so he wasn't too clear on stuff.  I took him home, and he went up to bed.

Normally, Friday noons involve me eating lunch and studying a bit.  Or maybe giving a homework massage.

Today, it involved me having a long chat with Golf Pro's doc (I am SO glad he signed that form that says they can talk to me).  I got the low down on his four fractured ribs.  I learned that he needed to come back today to have his pulse-ox taken since thy discovered a "pneumo" on his x-ray (translated, that means that there was air in the pleural cavity that was OUTSIDE his lungs, which is not where it's supposed to be, and a wee hole in his lungs from which it had come.  They weren't terribly worried though, since it HAD been two days, and his lung showed no sign of collapsing).  I took good notes, and made his follow up appointment for Monday.

We did go back, his O2 was fine.  But the pain meds weren't doing diddly. The doc and I worked out a new plan, and she gave me a scrip for something more exciting just in case we really need it.  (As it turns out, we've not needed it yet.  Fingers crossed it stays that way).

Normally, I'd go to class in the afternoon, and then fetch a child or two, and come home.

Today, I went to class, and then went in to write a big check to the Band Boosters -- out of nowhere, Golf Pro decided that based on a long overdue payment that we'll be getting this fall, Bookworm gets to go to Disney with the Marching Band.  And so do the rest of us.  We'll be having Thanksgiving there -- with the band -- after watching them do their marchy goodness that afternoon.

Bookworm is pleased.  Kitty doesn't really know yet.  Heck, I only found out that it would be feasible 22 hours ago, and only learned that it was actually possible 9 hours ago (when the band director confirmed that she could sneak us in despite yesterday having been the cut-off).

Normally, I'd spend the evening at home, hanging with my kids, and watching TV or movies.  Instead, I'm about to get in my car, and (voluntarily mind you), drive to a place where people will be playing (and watching) football.  Then I'm going to park my car, and go PAY some one to let me into the area where I can SEE them play football.  ???

What?

Who am I?  What have I done with myself???

Oh yeah. 

I"m a mom.  And I have a daughter in marching band.  And she's quit telling me that they "suck" and is now willing to have me come watch their half-time show. 

Even though it's cool, and threatening to drizzle a bit, I know that this weather is WAY better than boiling hot, or freezing cold.  And my experience wtih football is that you're far more likely to encounter one of those two than a brisk but otherwise pleasant evening.  So..

My lace and I are going to the football game.

Comments

[Joy]

Sounds like you've got your hands full and then some. Good luck and hang in there ;)

[janna]

Whoa! Make Golf Pro take it easy! And yay for the marching band not sucking and you getting to watch them!

[kmkat]

One question: how does the band (and you) get to DisneyWorld? Does it involve 18 or so hours in a bus? If so, you have my sympathy. The kids will love it, you may not. Thus speaks the woman who went with son's drama group to NYC; 24 hours in a bus, one-way. (I did not volunteer to go with the band when they went to DisneyWorld.)