I started this post about 13  hours ago.  All I got done was the title.  I was going to let you guess what I was up to in the comments, and whoever got it right, I was going to send a prize, but then I realized - I never make it to the post office to buy stamps, how would I ever get there to mail a package, and I’d have to come up with said prize, and who has time to think about that… (can we say “ramble much?” )

I was being good - I had checked and answered close to 15 work emails, check the personal email and sent out the necessary replies, and had just started to think of what I could do next, so I could look busy, and not have to be apart of the conversation in the waiting room -

Old Lady #1 - Well my George has been on liquids only for the past three days, and yesterday it was just clear fluids, and then they had him take some medicine…

Old Lady #2 - the stuff in the jug? cause they had my Henry take that last time, and he almost didn’t make it to the bathroom on time…..

Nurse walks into the room - “I’m looking for Fantastagirl”

So at that point I jumped at the chance to put away the laptop and go wait with Mr. Incredible for his annual upper GI.  (He was all prepped and ready to go.)

We were up at O’dark-thirty, and left the house shortly after so we could get the kids to daycare shortly after they opened, and get to the big city to the south and at the “good” hospital - because they have private rooms.  Yep, I swear on all that is holy, that he only sees this particular specialist because he is allowed to practice at that hospital.  I personally love this hospital - they handle everything - the nurses?  AWESOME!!!

We were supposed to be there at 7:30 - arrived at 7:05 - Mr. Incredible went right back.

7:45 - I get called back to sit with him, the nurse says - Dr. is running on time, a little ahead of schedule, we will probably take him back at 8:30.

8:00 - It’s freezing in this closet of a room, there is barely room for the bed, let alone a chair, and I realized that I forgot to bring reading material.  WTH?

8:10 - Woot!  I found a Popular Mechanics from December of 07 -not too bad for a hospital - the other choices?  National Geographic, and some christmas gift catalog.

8:12 - Mr. Incredible took my magazine.

8:30 - no nurse… it’s starting to get very very cold.  - my fingers are turning purple.  But there is a guy on the tv who has trained his fish to jump through hoops, and score goals.  Yeah, I don’t get it either.

9:00 - nurse comes in to check on us - by this time Mr. Incredible has moved to the bed in hopes that he could warm up - she brings him another “warm blanket”.  I love those warm blankets, I debated crawling into the bed with him.

9:20 - “rodney” comes to take him back to the procedure room.  In the four minutes he is in the room with us, he asked Mr. Incredible no less than 4 times - did he have dentures or any partials.  I was afraid Mr. I was going to say - “Nope, still don’t.”

9:40 - Mr. Incredible is back in the room, Dr. comes in - they took biopsy’s, and we will hear from his office in 3 to 6 days.  (It’s probably something if we hear something sooner, probably nothing if we don’t hear anything until day 6 - in looking at the pictures - I’m not worried about it - looks the same as last year.)

9:50 - Mr. I says - when am I going back?  I tell him he’s already done.  Repeat at 9:52, 9:54, 9:55, and 9:56.

10:05 - Mr. I says - when am I going back?  I tell him to close his eyes and go back to sleep - they’ll get him next.  (hey, he’ll never remember - right?)

10:15 - 10:30 - the nurse wants his to start waking up and keeps stopping in,  he still has that look in his eyes, the one that says “who are these people, and why won’t they leave me the hell alone.  Each time she comes in, and talks to him - she acts like it’s the first time he’s asked his questions, and she’s answered them - even though - she has talked to him like 6 times already.

10:35 - pushing ice chips, making him sit up.

11:00 - IV is out, and he is getting dressed….

11:20 - we’ve gotten our walking papers and are out of there!  Woot!   Does anyone ever read the fine print?  I agreed to be responsible for him, not let him drive, use power tools, or make any decisions that he would be legally bound to.  Hmmmm - do you suppose now would be the time to tell him he agreed to go to my Mom’s for mother’s day.  LMAO… I crack myself up.  I will wait to talk to him about that tomorrow.

We hit Taco Bell for lunch - not my favorite, but we don’t have one in town, and he loves the stuff and gets it once a year - the kids hate that place (after we have the upper GI - which goes against the diet and everything - I know.)

Came home and realized the new grocery store is open, and so I was a wonderful wife and made him walk through there - LOVE IT!  It’s clean, it’s got fresh produce, and the selection - wow.  Have to realize the old grocery store was small… very very small.

Afternoon?  He slept, I slept.  Picked up kids, grilled burgers, just finished up the bedtime routine.

and now, I’m ready for bed.