Friday catch-up, sponsored by Heinz
Chad's January endoscopy had been rescheduled for Friday, making it a good reason to call it a day off from work.
Chad having a straw shoved down his throat, however, may not have been the bad experience of the day.
In the waiting room, I was stuck listening to the intake nurse reaming her boyfriend on the phone for:
(1)not being up for his 9:30 class *** (2)drinking too much last night *** (3)spitting in "mah'air" *** (4)fumbling around in the closet, looking for the bathroom light switch *** (5)unless there's another word for swatting in your sleep, I'll call it "night slaps"
She repeated 2-5 so often, I turned to Dad's friend Randy, who had just earlier arrived with his wife, and told them that, "if she needs a break, I can pick up on the talking points."
After Chad's procedure, the doctor brought me back to catch me up on his findings. It was a good report from the doctor -- "keep up the Prevacid" -- although the jury was still out on the Heliobacter floating around inside. However, Chad's gag reflex had required extra sedation and resulted in a snoring sound nearly approximated by a 100-car freight train travelling at 50mph.
In signing the release forms, I was being informed by a (different) nurse about what to do with the patient in case certain things crop up:
NURSE- In case he feels any gaseous discomfort, have him get up and walk around....
ME- You hear that, Chad? You'll have to get up and move around.
NURSE- Um, er, uh....
(I did forgive the nurse with a smile and an understanding laugh.)
With a sedated brother in the front seat, I was able to hit the bank, recycling center, Arby's, and the post office without complaint.
But I did get complaints from work today, after "a little stunt" I pulled on Thursday.
Before I left for the long weekend, I went ahead and set my clock ahead an hour. Not so bad, except that the digital clock is easily visible at the door -- and several people were confused by it.
Chad having a straw shoved down his throat, however, may not have been the bad experience of the day.
In the waiting room, I was stuck listening to the intake nurse reaming her boyfriend on the phone for:
(1)not being up for his 9:30 class *** (2)drinking too much last night *** (3)spitting in "mah'air" *** (4)fumbling around in the closet, looking for the bathroom light switch *** (5)unless there's another word for swatting in your sleep, I'll call it "night slaps"
She repeated 2-5 so often, I turned to Dad's friend Randy, who had just earlier arrived with his wife, and told them that, "if she needs a break, I can pick up on the talking points."
After Chad's procedure, the doctor brought me back to catch me up on his findings. It was a good report from the doctor -- "keep up the Prevacid" -- although the jury was still out on the Heliobacter floating around inside. However, Chad's gag reflex had required extra sedation and resulted in a snoring sound nearly approximated by a 100-car freight train travelling at 50mph.
In signing the release forms, I was being informed by a (different) nurse about what to do with the patient in case certain things crop up:
NURSE- In case he feels any gaseous discomfort, have him get up and walk around....
ME- You hear that, Chad? You'll have to get up and move around.
NURSE- Um, er, uh....
(I did forgive the nurse with a smile and an understanding laugh.)
With a sedated brother in the front seat, I was able to hit the bank, recycling center, Arby's, and the post office without complaint.
But I did get complaints from work today, after "a little stunt" I pulled on Thursday.
Before I left for the long weekend, I went ahead and set my clock ahead an hour. Not so bad, except that the digital clock is easily visible at the door -- and several people were confused by it.