They called with the surgery time. It's 3-fucking-10 pm, and she can't eat after midnight. She can have clear fluids and popsicles until 11 am. Fucking great.
So we're keeping her up as late as we can and feeding her pancakes until she explodes.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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Following the saga of the pancakes in Copenhagen, sending trans-Atlantic wubba.
OK, when I said we have the BEST DAMN MEDICAL CARE, note I did NOT say that we have the most sensitive or convenient health care. Phooey. Well, here's to popsicles in their many colored splendor. And, if anyone at the hospital comments on Peanut's purple tongue -- please let me know so I can come over and kick 'em in the shins.
Good luck with everything else today. May the late hour be the VERY worst of it all. --JB
I hope she enjoyed the midnight pancake feast. Give Peanut a big hug and kiss from all of us.
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