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Well ain’t that a kick in the nuts. April 30, 2010

Filed under: Schmooper — booksunread @ 12:29 pm

Squidgey’s surgery was scheduled for yesterday morning. So of course, Sunday he started running a fever. But he was perfectly fine, running around, screaming and playing-just had a fever. When I picked him up Monday from the sitter, to take him to the pediatrician for a required pre-op physical, he was a hot, fevery, cranky mess.  Diagnosis? Strep. So we had to cancel the surgery.

Within 5 minutes of getting home from the doctor’s he was running around screaming like maniac, perfectly fine.  I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose-he was like “surgery? no thank you!”

The worst part is, we can’t get back on the surgeon’s schedule with an early morning appointment (so that I don’t have starve and dehydrate him all day prior to later surgery) until JUNE 16th.  I really, really, really just want to get this over with so I can stop worrying about it and move on. 

Sigh. I could go on and on about what a bunch of assholes this pediatric urology unit has working there (i.e. I have to threaten to switch doctors before someone can return a g.d. phone call), but it’s not like there’s another children’s hospital we can go to.  By the way, I figured out why someone would want to be a pediatric urologist when I got the EOB for the consult visit: 20 minutes of the doctor’s time = $489!!!


Things I don’t want to forget April 27, 2010

Filed under: Schmooper,Uncategorized — booksunread @ 1:35 am

How Squidgey follows every “tank ewe” with “wehcome,” and if it’s something really good, an excited string of “tank ewe, wehcome, tank ewe, wehcome, tank ewe, wehcome!”

How he’ll go up to the dog, squealing “neyece!, neyece!” as he slams his hand down on her back, “petting” her his idea of “nicely”.

How he associates going to the pool with kicking his legs in the water and so goes around saying “kick, kick poo! Kick, kick poo!”

How he is just like his daddy, and follows me around, shutting drawers and doors I’ve left open.

How he surprises me every single day with a new word I didn’t realize he knew. Or by recognizing a letter in a new context-like on my sweatshirt.

How he requests “a’gin!” when you hit the end of the alphabet or count up to ten. 

How he flashes so quickly between boy and baby, although now it’s mostly all boy, all the time.

Except when he stretches upon waking, balling up his fist up by his ears and scrunching up his body, just like he did as a newborn.