This morning I had a doctor appointment with my general practice doc and thank God the kids are adopted! I dropped em off at Grandpa’s with snacks and coloring books and I got to go to the doctor all by myself like a big girl! We adjusted some meds – up on the migraine preventative, changed brands on the stuff to make my heart stop the crazy palpitations.
Mitral Valve Prolapse is the most annoying disease you’ll never die from. I got a referral to ANOTHER cardiologist who will either do stupid tests and dismiss my whining or a cardiologist who feels my pain and tries to help. I want to discuss the new MV reconstruction surgery at Mount Sinai. They have this rubber band looking thingy that keeps the valve from “hiccuping.”
So, after that, I went to one of those cash for gold places and sold some broken stuff. One pink sapphire ring that was broken, a pendant with some sort of jade looking stone in it and a tiny chain bracelet and got $75. I have another really heavy chain bracelet and now I’m thinking with the gold prices, I may get me some tattoo money!
Then I go get the kids and we go to Chik-fil-a. I really don’t like it but the kids love it and it’s on the way to their therapist’s office so we did it anyways. They ate fairly quickly so I let them play on the playground for a bit. Ethan acted like a wild hooligan, so while I’m fussing at him, checking my phone to see what time it was, and trying to juggle the 30 things I had in my hands, I hear this from my sweet little angel of a daughter: “I’m your best friend and I’m leaving so you aren’t gonna have any friends.”
Is it wrong to think your five year old is gonna be a great bitch one day?
Then the kids had their monthly psych appt (due to chronic PTSD) and health screenings and their doc has a time management problem. I guess since she has a doctorate or something, that she can just wander in whenever she wants. Anyways, she’s really nice and the kids don’t seem to mind her, so we go along with it. Same meds for the older two, talked a bit about LJ’s encopresis and it acting up again probably being due to the stress of the adoption 2 weeks ago. Both LJ and Alyssa had grown .5 inch and 3 lbs, which puts LJ in the “hey, I’m a tall boy” zone and Alyssa in the “it’s time to count calories…” zone.
Ethan is now 2 inches taller than Alyssa and he’s SKINNY. He was my little roly-poly baby. Now he’s turning into a kid sized boy. *sniffle* N0 more toddler clothes for little E-baby. E-man. Awwwww…. You would never guess that this child is four. He doesn’t realize he’s big though and does stupid things like run into doors and tries to squeeze into spots he’ll never fit in. It’s like when Nola, the giant twit of a Great Dane, grew into her paws. Suddenly under the kitchen table was not a safe place. She was all clumsy paws and legs sticking out everywhere with knobby knees.
Tonight, Shaun has a sleep study at Emory to test for sleep apnea. The other night I was laying next to him, awake from the snoring, and he just stopped breathing. Holeeee shit. Then, he started again. That prompted me shaking him and going “dude, you like nearly died! go to the doctor!” Of course, the three snoring dogs that surround our bed didn’t like being disturbed so we agreed to talk about it during daylight hours.
Speaking of not getting any sleep – last night I just could not get comfortable in the bed, so I went out to the hammock in the living room. I slept fine there until I rolled over and hit the floor. Spooky lifted his head and gave me the “idiot” look only black cats can give and then turned his back on me so I came back to bed.
My brother wants me to see what I can do about some bad customer service him and his girl got at the Quality Inn in Gatlinburg, TN. So, Vincent, general manager – expect a call!