There are a couple of major hospitals within a stone's throw of this
historic sporting venue. We spent most of Friday in one of those
institutions, and as always, we were most thoroughly satisfied with
the care that we were given. Fortunately this time, our
circumstance was much less serious, but serious nonetheless.
Problem was that our cheerleader's right leg had been growing at a
faster pace than her left, and over the last several years it became
clear that something needed to be done about it. My pumpkin's
hips are askew and her spine is somewhat curved. Now was the
time, let's not put it off any longer.
After intense and repetitious pre-op questioning, the patient went
to the O.R., having pre-selected her choice of laughing gas flavors
(tropical skittles). According to said patient, when we were finally
able to awaken her afterward, the procedure went quite
swimmingly, and she regaled to us tales of the anesthesiologist's
demeanor and methods with which he knocked her out. Her
stories were hysterical, and we looked at each other as if to say,
'is this our child?'
We learned years ago that no matter how serious your child's
condition may be, there are a thousand kids with problems
that make yours pale in comparison. It doesn't take long once
you enter that hospital to realize that you're not alone, and
that you should feel blessed with the minor problem you have.