Intrepid is doing A-OK. Who wouldn't with a morphine button?
Press = drugs.
Press again = more drugs.
Sweet deal. I might want to see if they can hook me up with one of those.
He has two titanium rods in his femur and some screws in his knee to hold them in place. There's a 90% chance that he won't need a cast, which was very unexpected and nearly made me want to dry hump the surgeon right there.
A dry hump from The Maven is a pleasure legends are made of.
I'm absolutely exhausted, which means that Geekster is absolutely, incredibly exhausted and Intrepid has to come up with an entire new name for his level of exhaustion because one can only use so many adverbs as emphasis before one just sounds stupid. And my brave boy is anything but stupid.
Geekster will stay at the hospital tonight. I'm on little gremlin patrol back at the palace. And tomorrow morning is the best part EVER: The insurance inspector is coming over to tell us that we can't use our fireplace! Yeah!! Nothing like an 8AM inspection which will tell us things we already know to make my morning.
I would cancel it if I knew the number, sillybuns. Obviously I didn't ask because I figured we weren't likely to have a child in the hospital Tuesday morning. Shame on me for not thinking ahead!
Alright, I have a huge stack of dishes to do, a playroom to clean and some gremlins to put to bed. I think I'm more tired than they are. Maybe they can tuck me in and read me stories tonight. But nothing too scary. Maybe something Dr. Seuss-ish.
Thanks everyone for thinking of my boy. He's worth thinking about, and not only because he's related to me.
However, that's a big part of it.
Press = drugs.
Press again = more drugs.
Sweet deal. I might want to see if they can hook me up with one of those.
He has two titanium rods in his femur and some screws in his knee to hold them in place. There's a 90% chance that he won't need a cast, which was very unexpected and nearly made me want to dry hump the surgeon right there.
A dry hump from The Maven is a pleasure legends are made of.
I'm absolutely exhausted, which means that Geekster is absolutely, incredibly exhausted and Intrepid has to come up with an entire new name for his level of exhaustion because one can only use so many adverbs as emphasis before one just sounds stupid. And my brave boy is anything but stupid.
Geekster will stay at the hospital tonight. I'm on little gremlin patrol back at the palace. And tomorrow morning is the best part EVER: The insurance inspector is coming over to tell us that we can't use our fireplace! Yeah!! Nothing like an 8AM inspection which will tell us things we already know to make my morning.
I would cancel it if I knew the number, sillybuns. Obviously I didn't ask because I figured we weren't likely to have a child in the hospital Tuesday morning. Shame on me for not thinking ahead!
Alright, I have a huge stack of dishes to do, a playroom to clean and some gremlins to put to bed. I think I'm more tired than they are. Maybe they can tuck me in and read me stories tonight. But nothing too scary. Maybe something Dr. Seuss-ish.
Thanks everyone for thinking of my boy. He's worth thinking about, and not only because he's related to me.
However, that's a big part of it.