Where to begin. . . we had the normal start to the day with nervous talk, then brave talk (which disappears as soon as the needle shows up), and threatening looks at the nurse holding the needle. At one point she gave JR and me a look and said,“Thanks a lot for bringing me here” with her best sarcastic voice. As the nurses worked on the IV, H informed them, “This is what is called suffering.” Once the IV was in place and scans done without contrast, Becky, the nurse who put the IV in, came in to insert the dye for the next scan. H looked sideways at Becky, then looked away with a roll of her eyes and said, “Oh, it’s you again.” H has no problem telling anyone exactly what she thinks, including hospital staff; but they were great. They took it all in stride and even had H laughing at her own comments.
"Thanks a lot for bringing me here."
Starbucks, as promised.
There were so many other laugh out loud moments, but I am so tired I can't think of them! I'm just so glad that, though this day is very difficult for her, H does better each year and learns to laugh through the "suffering".
