The day started with a child barfing in the doorway of my classroom. Stomach bug strikes yet again. Hopefully it’s hit just about every kid (and not me) and is on it’s way out.
But the day ended with celebrating my cousin, K’s 35th birthday with a small bonfire at her house. I love how, even though we don’t see each other for months at a time, it’s as though we only saw each other yesterday. So many laughs and good memories. With Aunt Alys’ birthday being yesterday, we had a good session of reminiscing. Mom especially went on and on about how Aunt Alys and Grandpa died. And that they “live” in her dining room. Huh?? I’ve never heard this from her before and I think K’s other non-related friends might think we’re a bit creepy. I guess Mom sees flashes of white or something that she thinks is the spirit of Aunt Alys, Aunt Coco and her parents. I don’t know, she sounded a bit, ummm, nuts when she was talking about it. I know she misses them all terribly and still grieves deeply although they have all been gone for quite a few years now.
I went back to the doctor’s office today and they got the blood from one stick but it was a slow bleed and they barely got enough. I never had this problem before pregnancy.
When I was there yesterday I overheard the nurses talking and they said there were 62 appointments that day. I am shocked that there could be that many for one doctor and one assistant. No wonder I sometimes have to wait over an hour. I’ve always felt very well cared for there, as I’ve talked about before, and Dr. Hottie never seems rushed. How can the time be spread that thin? I did the math and if he sees patients for seven hours (which I doubt) then that time divided by 62 patients would leave 6.7 minutes for each patient. I have had many appointments at that office in the past year and have never spent less than 15 talking to the doctor. Usually more. The logistics are mind boggling. Now I understand why the nurses seem stressed out and harried.