Nurses and Patients..... and Patience
Buddy #2's surgery was finally scheduled. He went in trepidaciously but willing nonetheless. I knew he was nervous because the child never shut up! As we pulled in the parking lot, I muttered a quick prayer for each nurse who would encounter my little chatterbox. We entered the registration area and the nurse asked the routine questons. I had the routine answers prepared but my little guy had answers of his own! "Any allergies?" She asked. He said without hesitation, "Yep! Ranch dressing." "None known," I mouthed from behind him shaking my head. "Father's name?" She continued unruffled. "You should know him! He just had knee surgery TWICE!" He spouted. While we waited for the paperwork to print out she asked for his right arm to attach the bracelet, he offered his left. Then we were sent to the next area to sit and wait. I had just managed to busy him with a book to calm his mind when my cell phone rang. My eldest