Winton had the pin removed from his elbow yesterday, a "minor" procedure which nonetheless required general anesthetic and a long day of anxious, hungry waiting.
Highlights:
-the check-in revealed that somehow his birthplace had been recorded on his surgical records not as "Baltimore" but as "Rwanda." (I wonder under what circumstances I would have delivered a baby in Rwanda . . .)
-overhearing a nurse yell at a young doctor "I've been looking for you! Your boy still has a staple in his butt."
and
-catching a glimpse of the pediatric OR surgery list for the day, which included a vaginoplasty (lots to think about: much time killed thereafter).
Today, I left with the kids on a camping trip.
Packing, deferred til morning of departure? Check.
Tired, post-operative 5 year old? Check.
Errands to run prior to departure? Check.
Unpredictable and ultimately rainy weather? Check.
TPMS light on and off intermittently for the whole drive and neither I nor the guys at a remote "Mr. Tire" near Easton, Maryland could figure out if the problem was a slow leak or an electrical glitch? Check.
Happily, we are ensconced at a hotel for the night, about a half hour from the beach. Assuming the car tire is not deflating itself in the dark, wet parking lot, we will proceed to Assateague in the morning and camp tomorrow night.
We swam in the skunky indoor pool, and ate hummus in the room. I have a bottle of wine from which I can now pour a paper cup's worth of night cap.
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