Tomorrow=2 days before I turn 36
and
Sinus surgery for family member number two this month.
Lucky for me I don’t have health insurance, and there is no danger of sinus surgery in my future.
We’re off to the hospital’s outpatient center at 6:30 a.m. but this time I don’t have to stay since my husband is a grown up.
“It’s not open heart surgery” said the ENT when my husband asked him if I should stick around. “We don’t need people out there wringing their hands all morning. I can just call her when we’re done.”
So that’s my pass to come back home and take a nap, or more likely come back home just in time to get the baby up and feed him breakfast.
(you might have missed that- BREAKFAST. Not milk. Real food. Tonight he ate Ranier Cherries. not even kidding. the way to fix a baby is to threaten them with intervention, apparently)
Whoever thinks I should just get a hotel room at the beach and sack out for the morning, raise your hand. (cue crickets) I think I’m losing some of my 7 readers lately. Is it because I don’t post every day or because when I post it’s so very very boring? I know, I know. I bore myself most of the time too. I’ve often struggled with this blog (is it a blog of essays? editorials? a day to day reporting of my life? what am I?) and its many forms, and I find myself struggling again now. So for the time being, I’m just here trying to keep track of where our days go, slipping in some feeble attempts at creativity along the way.
I miss the funny sickerthanothers as much as you do, Internet.