Friday, February 06, 2009

Tests, sigh.

So E is having a few tests done in the next couple of weeks. I know its crazy, but I am more worried about him eating and sleeping well during our outings to get the tests done, than I am about the actual tests. Next Tuesday we go in for an ultrasound and a voiding cystourethrogram (VCUG). I do not think it will take a super long time, but I really do hate taking E out in public right now. There is the germ thing. There is the sleeping thing. There is the eating thing. I like staying at the house where I have everything I need. But now I have drag all the f-ing breast pump stuff with me because it might take longer than 3 hours start to finish. Grumble.

4 comments:

mhuff said...

I think it's natural to be more worried about going out than the about the results of the tests--you've got more experience with the former than the latter.

(I've got to stop leaving comments. I can feel my brain starting to fog up on percocet...)

Matt & Kristen said...

F-ing breast pump is my new favorite phrase.

McDonalds said...

Good luck with the tests. Good luck taking E out in public. We love you. I too think f-ing breast pump is pretty funny and I surely wanted to call mine such names when I was hauling it all over campus, afraid I would start lactating as I was doing contact improv with my one of gay friends (it happened), who certainly was totally grossed out by way too much woman all over him...I digress. Good luck, life is just more than we can take at times, No?

k said...

Okay, lactating all over your friend certainly beats out any one thing I may be worried about happening when I go out! That mental picture will keep me in check when I undoubtedly lose my cool at some point during the day on Tuesday. Soon it will be over...