On the next day of spica, my true love gave to me:
A 15:00 phone call...
What's wrong with the start of this blog? How did we miss day seven of the countdown and what's with the peculiar use of military time? Well, we received an unexpected call from Scottish Rite around 3pm today with a change to Hip Chick's cast-off plans. Her appointment has been advanced to accommodate an OR reservation. Instead of removing her cast in clinic, she will undergo general sedation and they will remove her cast in Day Surgery for an arthrogram. This will provide the best imaging for her hip's position. If her surgeon sees what he hopes, we will proceed as planned. If not? Well... (sigh) her surgeon has never promised us a short or easy path. We respect him immensely for that, but that doesn't mean we like it.
So, today we had to combine days seven and eight of the countdown and 15 was our number. A thin premise, perhaps- but what was handed to us today.
And so...
Six candles flaming...
MOMMY HAD A DRIIIINK!!
Four bird calls...
Three French horns...
Two turtle hugs...
And a babysitter, parents' night free!
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