I have a lot on my mind this evening, and because of that, I’m having a tough time focusing.
And yes, this whole “tough time focusing” thing seems to be a trend.
Still, I feel an obligation to offer up an almost-daily dose of crazy, so here I sit, wrapped up in a red Christmas blanket, laptop on my lap, Young and the Restless playing in the background, ready to write (type) something profound.
Which makes me giggle, because me and the word profound rarely ever cross paths.
I’m more of a crazy, witty “I can’t believe you said that” kind of girl.
Which is exactly what my mom said when I called her “medical team” The Quack Pack.
Without going into a lot of detail, I’ve spent the last week hanging out with her and my daddy, mostly WAITING (which I suck at by the way) for things to get better. The hospitalist – who thankfully spoke CLEAR, CONCISE ENGLISH – was a nice guy who seemed to know what he was talking about. He was never in a hurry, and it didn’t bother him one bit to admit that he had no real idea how to fix my mom’s problem, and I was impressed with that. He showed up each day with five or six residents following close behind, just as a group of ducklings “imprint” – or follow – their mother.
I’ve been a faithful follower of Grey’s Anatomy through the years, so each day I kept my eyes peeled for a McDreamy, or a McSteamy. Sadly though, neither of them ever showed up. Instead, the Quack Pack seemed to stay three steps behind the good Doctor, and they were constantly scribbling on notebook paper.
As they made their rounds everyday, I couldn’t help but wonder which one was the Meredith Grey of the group, which one was the Christina Yang, which one did whatever it took to scrub in on a surgery, and also what type of real-life drama they were livin’.
As you might imagine there was a lot racing through this head every single time The Quack Pack came around, and that’s on top of trying to make sense out of what the Doctor was saying. (In all reality, I do hope they are all taking notes from him because he has a wonderful bedside manner!) After a full week of that mess, I am ready for a medical break.
But alas, it is not to be.
Tomorrow I’ll be accompanying my granny to her [non American oncologist] oncology appointment.
And then a few hours after that, Alex has an allergy appointment.
Folks, needless to say by this time tomorrow, I will be doctored out.
And I’ll also be praying that The Quack Pack got my mom’s medical thing right this time.
And I’d appreciate your prayers, too.
Have a great Thursday, y’all!