I can just imagine the conversation:
‘Um, Dr. Jennings? Yeah…… Ellie has goat flu…..'
‘Really? Hmmmm.. How did that happen.’
Yeah, that is the conversation we want to avoid.
From her initial reactions, I think that she thought that they were very cool:
She particularly liked the goat that was very friendly:
AFter playing very hard and walking all over the zoo, Ellie didn’t make it to see any fireworks and didn’t even stir when the booms from the Esplanade made it to
Earlier in the week Abby surprised me this week by suggesting that we add yet another trip to our summer schedule this week and come to
We packed up a trunkful of Ellie gear Friday afternoon and we here for dinner. Ellie is becoming quite a road warrior and sleeps just as well here as she does in any other pack and play.
This morning started very early for me- 4:15 when I got up, checked on Ellie, changed emptied an ostomy bag and met my brother in his driveway to go fishing. We picked up my Dad down the street and were on the water by 5. The last time that the three of us got on the water together was October of 2005 and it was great to get out and catch some fish.
In other times of my life I would have gone crazy going this long between fishing trips, but with the events of the last 15 months, it really hasn’t seemed like that long. That doesn’t mean that grabbing the lip of the first striped bass of the morning was especially satisfying, but having those same fingers in an ostomy bag to start off a day just seems to put things in perspective.
The dad’s special stealth fishing trip was back on shore by 7 and we were home in time to meet our respective kids as they woke up, almost as if we had carved time out of thin air. It was sleep time that we all missed later in the day but definitely worth the trip.
One of the benefits of being near
Since we had the possibility of being delayed on the boat (sunk, sinking, aground, run out of gas, run out of tide, etc) my sister the lawyer suggested that I write out a letter giving them permission have Ellie treated in our absence. Every time I have to do something official like this it reminds me of croaking to the receptionist at Yale for the first time ‘My name is Gib Brogan, I think you have my infant daughter Eleanor……’ Better safe than sorry, I guess. Fortunately I know Ellie's paient ID number by heart and didn't have to look any thing up.
We always forget something, it is just a question of what we forget and whether we can make do without it.If we can't get a spike we will head home and get one from the bin in the closet where there are probably 10.