July 18, 2017
Trying to sum up the day; good, sh*tty, weird, boring, and finally, sh*tty, but a different kind of sh*t. We were supposed to be discharged and headed to a PET scan then to rehab center. But Abby had a big scare- was wheezing, they tried to suction her trachea tube, was clogged, had to rush her to ICU. All aok in the end, and they replaced the outside tube. Too complicated to explain the why, but most likely Abby Trotter Grant moved a humidifying mask that covers the tube accidentally. Sh*t happens and ultimately it was more precautionary than anything else. But no scan. Plus when I called to confirm last night at 11, they said "make sure she has no food or drink 6 hours before. And has she had any surgery within the last six months?" Um gee whiz, well yes she has. And no, she can't eat or drink because of these, you know, tubes that are helping her breathe and get nutrition and stay alive. "Oh, well sir, we can't handle a patient like that here"... Cue Twilight Zone music...
Fast forward to 9am. Abby takes a good walk, in pretty good spirits, just waiting to go to rehab. PET scan rescheduled to MGH Boston now on Friday. Keeping all the Dr appts tomorrow. 10am tick tick noon tick tick. No insurance approval yet for ambulance transfer. 1..2..3 o'clock rock. Still nada. Tick tick 5pm - we are staying one more night in the ICU hotel. Then finally approved- birds chirp, sun shines, the Fonz appears "ayyyy". So tomorrow we go to rehab after doc appts- will be long long day for Abby but we'll be making some good progress.
Lastly, got home 9:30. Aliza and friend shortly thereafter. Here comes the other sh*tty part. Aliza Grant "dad there's a giant poop in the living room" and then "aaaah gross I just stepped in it". In her bare feet. Really squished in there. Reminded of the scene in Ted. Doodieful dad that I am, got lots of toilet paper. And cleaner. And more...toilet paper...please. But the funny part? We were laughing. Pretty hard. Not many daughters would see the humor in such a disgusting situation. But she did. And I did. Even the entire time she hopped across the floor to wash her foot in the sink. And yes, I cleaned the sink well. So I guess the point is, next time you're in sh*t, try laughing. G'Nite all, and thanks for getting me through another day.
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