So, the maternal unit is having surgery on her foot. I took the day off, so I could get her to the hospital and pick her up later. (It’s out-patient) But I could NOT hang around there all day. Just couldn’t do it. She hadn’t even gone up to OR when I bolted. Me and hospitals aren’t really what you’d call friends. Oh sure, I did the Candy Stripe deal in my teens, and volunteered at AMC in my 20s… but when you are a volunteer, you are BUSY. I nearly freaked waking up in Lehigh after a car accident in the late 80s. And I couldn’t wait to be released after my daughter’s birth in 99. My BP is always high when I am forced to go to the ER, because I just DO NOT WANT TO BE THERE.
So, I kissed Mom, told her I loved her, and power walked the hell out of there. Right into a downpour. Was sopping wet by the time I reached Ellie (My Bronco). WIll have to remember to take umbrellas later. So now I am home, waiting for my clam strips to cook, listening to the rain and I will be waiting for the phone to ring so I can go back and get her. I am going to have very wet feet when going out to supper tonight.