Sure hope so. This is an obligatory medical horror story:
Waaaaaay back in 1999, FCD was in absolute agony and actually allowed me to take him to the ER. If you knew him, you’d know that never happens. They did some tests, couldn’t find anything immediately, and sent him home saying they’d be in touch. THREE DAYS LATER, he was still in great pain and he called his Dr’s office, only to learn that they’d received the results that he had a severe infection, but somehow no one bothered to call him. He was immediately admitted to the hospital, and had his gall bladder removed that night. Oh yeah, it was his birthday, too.
So, yeah, hope the let you know right away if there are any issues. It might behoove you to call just in case. Stuff happens, but here’s hoping it doesn’t happen to you!
I want a pillow that says “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should…” Satin, embroidered in gold!
GENIUS! The law, I mean, not the idiot. I recently heard on the news that people wanting to climb Mount Blanc (I think that was it) have to pay a deposit in advance for rescue - something on the order of $12K. I’d like to see this applied to lots of other things, too. You can’t fix stupid, but you can make them pay.
I actually slept thru the night - well, till about 4:40 when I was awakened by a nightmare. Most of the dream was about annoying and stupid people, but when I was trying to go home, I ended up in a line for international travel. So I turned around and went out the entrance, and the agent in charge of the entrance gate was going to arrest me. That’s when I woke up, somewhat shaken. I know you don’t go in the “out” gate, but what’s wrong with going out the “in” gate? Seriously???
Anyway, up, showered, dressed, fed, caffeinating, with fed critters. Higgs seems to have stopped coughing, but we’ll continue the antibiotics per instructions. She’s getting spoiled with her extra cheese bonus twice a day!
I’ll have the RoxStar here again for supper (along with her little bro) and I’ve pulled a meatloaf out of the freezer. I’ll add instant smashed spuds (judge ye not!!!) and mebbe broccoli, and gravy from a packet (see previous comment about judging…) Daughter claims starting next week, she’ll be on a regular schedule and I won’t have to keep the kids so late most of the time. That’s from the “I’ll believe it when I see it” Department. OK, I could be wrong - she could have this head-honcho thing all figured out. I have to say, I’m impressed hearing her talk about it. She’s got this!
We had another toad-soaker of a storm last night and more threatened for today, but the temps are supposed to stay in the low 80s, with stupid high humidity. Tomorrow may be a good day for mowage, so that’s my tentative plan. Today’s plan, apart from supper, is to just get thru. I’m hoping the Tobester is less snotty - he sneezed up a lot of goo yesterday, and fought me every time I approached with a tissue. I guess I’ll see how it goes.
Happy Thursday!!