I decided to avoid waiting by the phone yesterday and test out those new tires by taking Riley to the mall. I ordered a dress online, but it was too big. I took it back and got Riley two more dresses instead. While we were at the mall the Old Ortho's office called. We're all set for Thursday morning. The procedure takes about an hour and will be at the hospital not the surgery center. The issue was I couldn't wait until after my appointment Wednesday (to sign the consent forms) to get the labwork done. She said it had to be before I came for the pre-surgurical counciling. Sigh.
So with my bubble burst and our leisurely girls afternoon at the mall down the drain we headed home. I fed Riley and put her down for nap. I knew if I had blood drawn with only coffee in my system I'd probably faint of throw up or both, but nothing looked good. I finally settled on a hotdog and a Coke and took off. I'm pretty tough. Tough enough to get metal rod put in and only ever take Extra Strength Tylenol after the first 48hrs. I do not snivel over pain. However, I hate needles. So, labwork is my least favorite thing next to anesthesia.
Regardless, of the fact that I'm only 30yrs old, never had any heart or lung problems and survived surgery less than 6month ago Old Ortho still requires a chest X-ray and EKG on top of blood work. In his infinite generosity he said I could skip a medical clearance from my primary care doctor (eye roll). The lady who took my blood was a tiny, no nonsense little black lady. I could tell she was going to be super speedy, which next to not having to get blood drawn is my favorite thing. It was over quick and once all the bodily fluids she required were collected I went to get an X-ray of my chest.
Chatty Cathy asked if I was having back surgery. Yup. Then if I could be pregnant. Nope. When upon her interesting expression I revealed that my tubes were tied she remarked "Aren't you awfully young for that?" (any other Phineas and Ferb fans giggling?)Then she noticed the "zipper" and said "oh, you've already had back surgery. Yup. I told her some of the metal from the first one was coming out. She took the pictures and checked them. There was a brief silence and she asked "do you have your nipples pierced?" No. "Oh, well it must be your bra." Nope, not wearing one. That's when I stopped looking down my dress like an idiot and asked if the tiny metal piece for adjusting the straps could be the problem. Yup.
I was dying to go home and crawl into bed and this point. I was sure Riley was up and causing problems for Mike who was trying to work. At this point they told me they told me the EKG staff was in a meeting and I'd have to wait for them to get back. Of course. Once they finally called me the test took about 2minutes. I rushed home annoyed to find Riley still asleep and Isaac expecting company.
I "rested" for about 10minutes before I had to situate Riley with a snack and supervise the boys. With Boo and D. out of town Riley and I were going to dance class by ourselves. I felt soul crushing fatigue. All I wanted to do was turn on trash TV and lay in bed and cry. I told Mike as I put on my shoes "When she's 16 and she says I've never done anything for her tell her about today." From dresses to dance class she had a great day. Her poor Mommy is emotionally drained. She's lucky I love her.
I know this post is long and only moderately interesting, but I couldn't stop thinking about the humorous events of getting my pre-surgical labwork done two years ago: It's Funny Now.