I have some great news to share with everyone…
Brooke had her cardiology appointment this week to check up on how she’s doing after being off her heart meds since she’s had open heart surgery for her complete AV canal…and she’s doing fantastic! There’s minimal leakage and her echo and EKG looked great, so now we go back in the middle of July and then hopefully we won’t have to go back for another six months.
However, there is some bad news…
I don’t want to go back to the cardiologist. Nope. I don’t like it there…I get all skeeved out when and jumpy when I know I have to go…kind of like when a dog knows they’re going to the vet. (And though I just referenced myself to a canine, don’t think that gives you all freedom to…only I can call myself a bitch)
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like the endocrinologist’s office where I drop the F bomb and make the employees wish I would never come back, no, the office is actually quite pleasant. Everyone there is super nice to me and Brooke. All of my questions are promptly answered and when Brooke is wiggling around while the tech is attempting to get an echo he just sings to her and calms her down.
It’s the doctor.
He’s a hugger.
He hugs me.
And then I feel compelled to hug him back. Every. Single. Time.
And it’s not even like it’s Dr Hottie McYummy who actually did the surgery…nope, this is old man cardiologist who smells slightly of Ben Gay and mothballs.
It’s not like this is pre-surgery and I need all the hugs and support I can get…nope, we’re in post surgery and Brooke is rocking it like you all wouldn’t believe…or, um, I guess you do believe it since I tell you all the time-but you get what I’m saying…
Did you all get that though, from before?
Brooke’s cardiologist hugs me. Gives me a good squeeze. Grabs my ass.
Okay, he doesn’t grab my ass…but isn’t the hug enough? Isn’t that enough to creep me out and make me never want to go back?
Maybe what I should do is try to weird him out first…then he’ll get creeped out by me and never go for the huggage again…yeah, that’s it…I’ll make him stop…
and then he’ll back up all nervous and I’ll have to act flustered like I didn’t know he wasn’t hugging me like that and then he’ll never go for the hug again!
Ha! I’m a genius…it isn’t just beauty over here people…no sir…it isn’t just beauty…
*thanks to everyone who tweeted out my last post! I totally know that twitter goes by fast and my tweets may not have been seen, but man oh man, those faces haunt me all day and in my sleep…thanks for spreading the word…who knows? maybe someone just found their child