Today, Dave stayed home with Peyton. While Brandon was getting ready for school, he told me that yesterday was Dr Seuss’ birthday. More evidence that I know that he is listening at school. He also told me random factoids about worms – how they are good because they eat dead leaves in the forest, then poop, and then help the soil with their poop. Then he was asking how come we don’t eat them. And how another boy’s dad has eaten worms before. I told him some people eat them, but I’d prefer chicken and fish. I left it at that.
Since Dave was home with Peyton, I asked them to meet me for lunch. When I got to the car, Peyton looked up at me and said, “MOMMY!!!” and looked around to figure out why I had just appeared out of nowhere. She said, “I moosed you, Mommy! Look, no socks on!” Her hair was disheveled and she had no socks or shoes on. I asked Dave what he had done with her! We drove over to have dim sum, and while we were headed out of my work, she said, “Where’s Bruddah?” Yeah, I guess she felt badly we weren’t including him, too. We were out just a little over an hour. Dave was carrying her on his shoulders through the parking lot, but given they were both so tall, I was worried about her bumping her head on the low ceilings. I told her to “DUCK!” and she was looking around asking me, “Where?” She looked and looked and didn’t see a duck, and I think she was disappointed. When it was time for me to be dropped off, Peyton was sad. Normally, she doesn’t cry when I leave anywhere, but the combination of this unexpected visit with her being tired, made for a hard goodbye. I headed back up to work for a longer afternoon given we had gone out around 1130am.
I got a page from a patient who informed the receptionist that he had been trying to reach our clinic for over an hour. He wanted to see someone in person, and I was gearing myself up to be apologetic and already felt like I would get yelled at. I was not looking forward to seeing him. I shared with Julie that I was afraid to go, and she said, “Just put on a smile.” So that’s what I did. I gathered all the information I thought he might need, took a deep breath, ran up the stairs, and walked up to him with a smile. He turned around, and said, “I’m glad I finally got to see someone!” He also had a smile! Yay! We sat down, and before he had a chance to talk, I told him what I thought he was asking for. He said, “Yes, that’s what I wanted to know.” He proceeded to tell me that he was headed down South starting tomorrow, which is why he was so anxious to get his instructions. I asked him what he was doing, and he shared that there was a dixieland band, and he was on the board of directors for the local chapter. He then told me about their performances monthly, in our hometown. I asked him if he played an instrument, and he told me he played piano, but not anymore (he was in his 80’s). I told him I’d played piano and clarinet. He looked over at my hand when I said that, and then said, “Oh, you and your husband should come check it out.” I told him I thought he was looking at my hand to see if I had “piano” hands or something that referenced the piano, then realized he was doing it to include “the husband”. He had a laugh at that while he proceeded to give me the details of their shows. Anyways, we sat and chatted for awhile while he told me about the music he enjoyed. What I thought was going to be torture ended up being a friendly chat. Since our service is split into two facilities now, he wanted to have a way to talk to someone about his medications in person, so took my name, and information down. I haven’t had a patient interaction like that in awhile. It reminds me why I enjoy going to work. Hopefully this also lessens the sting of moving our service off-site. The rest of the afternoon was just as busy, making the afternoon fly by.
After work, I took Brandon to get a UA done since the doctor had ordered it in response to my sending her an email about the potty accidents. I picked Brandon up after school and took him right back over. He said he had to go potty, and I asked him to wait a few more minutes so he could go in a cup. There was only one person ahead of us checking in, fortunately, but I had pulled a deli number anyways. I handed it and his medical record card to Brandon to hand to the lab clerk. I told him it was his test, and he needed to present his card. He looked right at the clerk and handed it to him. The clerk said, “Thank you,” while Brandon replied, “You’re welcome.” The man said, “Wow, you are a well-mannered young man.” Brandon said, “Thank you,” smiling back at the man. I told Brandon what a good job he was doing, trying to make a big deal about the fact that he was using nice manners. I feel like I always harp on him from poor choices, and I need to focus on his good behaviors when the occasion presents itself. I had him pick his restroom of the three that were in the lab area. He picked the middle one. We both went into the restroom and he waited for me to put all my things down on the ledge on top of a towel. I took out the cleansing pad, and I knew he wouldn’t let me wipe since he was so ticklish. He wiped himself with the cleansing pad, and I asked him to pee a little into the toilet first, then stop. He did just as asked. Then he peed into the cup as requested. We put it behind the door (only he asked me, “What happened to the cup?”) and washed up to leave.
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We watched the basketball game that was on – UCLA vs UW. Peyton said, “I like the purple one.” Traitor. Brandon, on the other hand, would follow Dave’s lead with the cheers. Dave would say, “U-C” while Brandon said, “L-A”. This went on for several rounds. Peyton wanted to get in the mix, and said, “Cal-ih-for-nyah”. She had been brainwashed to the other side. The football games have worked in my dad’s favor. Well, one out of two isn’t bad.
While getting ready for bed, Peyton grabbed my face and said, “Mommy, chubby cheeks.” She got me. I didn’t know what to say. She sounded like such an old soul when she said that. Like when her teachers say that she is ready to take care of babies, given she loves them so much. They call her a babysitter already. Tomorrow, we’ll go to gymnastics, but I’ll keep her at home to hang out some more. No need to risk getting sick right before the weekend of fun! 3 birthdays and a wedding.
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