one!
ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE!
The LPN students took 8 of my patients today. That left me, most gratefully, with one whole patient. And boy, was he a cutie! He was a 6 month-old who was the size of a 2 or 3 month old. He was in isolation (and in the hospital) because his scar from the open heart surgery he had in edmonton (for tetralogy of fallot, for those who want to know more) was infected. We hung out while his momma was in the shower. It was the best!
He started fussing while i was changing his sleeper so i picked him up and was trying to lull him into complacency when the Dr. stuck his head in and said to me "you have to get a husband first" and then left again. Freak! He just came back from holidays. I think he must have gone camping because he clearly hasnt shaved in several days and his looming tallness and hairyness makes him look like an urban bushman/sasquatch relative (henchforth he shall be Dr. Bushman). I think we are in sasquatch country...
My baby was sent back out to edmonton by air ambulance. AIR AMBULANCE. Finally, i can meet a Dave. Or so i thought. Apparently all the air ambulance guys are named Dave and are easy on the eyes. The one i met was not named Dave and he didnt exactly fit that description. Nice enough fellow though.
3 comments:
My Torts teacher said the other day, "kids love big holes in the ground". So I say, instead of finding a husband, you should just dig a big hole. That's my plan anyways. I suspect if you wait a few days, you may even be able to choose from a bunch of them!
i think i saw a shovel in my basement when i was doing the laundry this week...
I think your Torte teacher is right, QP, because I love big holes in the ground and I feel like I'm mentally about 12 years old.
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