Well, i can tell

Well, i can tell you one thing. The only good thing about the ped. ward at Victoria General Hospital is our hot, hot pediatrician. He has seen me many, many...,many times at my very worst. After 36, 46, even 48 hours without sleep or a change of clothes and damn if i care because he is a hot, hot hunk. *swoon*

Anyway, i am back at home after a long weekend full of emergency rooms, fucking student dr.s and nurses and their damn questions over and over again, a short (long 24 hour) stay upstairs in ped's and a visit to the mentioned above ped's office in Victoria this morning. Parker is fine as can be expected of an almost two year old pumped full of steroids and ventolin. You really haven't lived until you've seen a toddler very high on repeated doses of ventolin.

I can actually say that i am glad that i am a wimp-ass and have not weaned him yet because the booby is all he's had for a good three days. Also, getting old - i mean real old as in elderly - is pretty scary when you spend hours in emergency and see the varying states of degeneration and neglect in the old and frail.

So, that's that.

Sleep now.

Fucking board meeting tonight.