As if my life wasn’t hectic enough, today was my Flip Day — the Wednesday I switch to my vampire-drug-dealer, graveyard-working alter ego for seven nights in a row. I normally spend the morning doing last minute meal-planning and shopping, but today I was holed up in a hospital waiting room for most of the day.
Don’t be alarmed: Big-O was finally going in to the operating room for a scheduled diagnostic procedure. Unfortunately, his appointment wasn’t until 1:30 p.m and, as a result, my brave boy was forced to intermittent fast this morning.
I felt guilty about making myself scrambled eggs topped with Siren SeaSA Dungeness crab, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes for breakfast but Big-O reassured me that he wasn’t hungry.
He’s such a sweet kid and I’m a selfish mommy.
We drove to the hospital before noon, but not before I marinated a bag of Damn Fine Chicken for dinner.
In the pre-op area, Big-O was definitely calmer than his nervous parents…
…but we tried to be all smiles when he was rolled into the OR.
The end result was what we expected but dreaded — he’ll need minor surgery later this summer.
After his procedure, Big-O was muy groggy — similar to David After The Dentist — but he insisted on heading to Tootsie’s for some late afternoon grub. I ordered my usual: a bun-les short rib sandwich with a side salad…
…and gobbled it up before we returned to our temporary housing waaaay past my usual nap time. Because I needed at least two hours of sleep before starting my nightshift, I delegated cooking duties to my hubby.
When I woke up in the evening, he’d baked the Damn Fine Chicken…
…and made a tasty spinach salad with a bacon and balsamic vinaigrette.
Looks good, huh?
Since I was still full from my late lunch, I packed the chicken and salad for work and washed the dishes. Then, I tucked the kids in bed before picking up java at Philz Coffee and speeding to the hospital.
It’s back to the grind for another week…