Probably won't be after Lyric's bedtime tonight though, because Lyric has been very ill (and thus I am officially removing the horrible month of March from my calendar). Kevin needs the day to Lysol the house so that not a trace of ozone remains over our little corner of Oak Park.
Kevin's super-BFF is visiting us for the first time since we moved to Chicagoland. The first time I met Erik was the first time I met Kevin, in a bar on Haight Street in San Francisco on the 15th of March, 2002. I told my friend Anita that Kevin was my type. She made fun of his pants. Happy Anniversary!
I need a break from this wing of pediatrics, which increasingly feels like an artistically directed sound bite from a medical drama.
The little girl in the room next door has her door closed, and she never stops coughing.
The mom of 13-year-old bald chemo-boy across the hall keeps pacing the room and nagging her son to take a shower.
And the 3-year-old down the way is alone, on DNR, being sent home for hospice. Every time I pass his open door, all I can see is a colorful blanket, and I hear nothing at all.
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We are hoping that Lyric is feeling better & you are all home relaxing with a good friend & a glass of wine.
Thanks Karen. I'm happy to report we've been home for a full 24 hours this time. We are honoring the occasion with a margarita. :)
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