Let's Visit Your Friendly Nephrologist

I woke up yesterday and one of the first things I did was look for the slip of paper that the hospital had sent to me, it was a photocopy of the fax that confirmed that LB had an appointment booked with the Nephrologist.  I searched high and low, I hunted through every scrap of paper that I could find and this paper was not to be found.  It's gone.
So I have to get on the phone and call Sick Kids in the hopes that perhaps there's a notation in his file that says which Doctor we're supposed to be seeing.  Nope.  So I have to call the other hospital and try to figure out which doctor it might be.  I called info and asked if they had any idea which clinic he'd be going to and the receptionist laughed and told me that the hospital is mostly a renal hospital so it could be any number of clinics that he's being seen at. So I ask for the numbers for all those clinics and begin to call each and everyone of them.  At each one I ask 'Does LB have an appointment with you today?" and lucky me I managed to track down the doctor, the clinic and discovered that I had the wrong time.  We would have been waiting around for almost 2 hours if we'd gone when I thought the appointment was.  Oops!

We get to the appointment and LB gets on his most frowny of frowns and no matter how nice the nurses and doctors were he would not smile.  He just kept looking at everyone with an expression that clearly stated 'I will not be poked by any sharp objects today and you are not suckering me in with your pleasant smiles and friendly attitude.  I know you want to stick me with a needle and it's not happening.  Do you hear me?"
It was kind of funny.

Everything went well with LB's appointment, we've got some more urine tests that need to be done, since the doctor wants to see if he's improved any since he was sick because sometimes when you're sick you don't get a real idea of where someone's levels are.  If those come back with good levels then we're just monitoring and ensuring that he doesn't get any worse. At this point she's thinking that he won't need medication to equalize his levels, and that's a good thing.

This is a relief, although I'm not getting all celebratory yet.  Not until the results from his urine are back.
We have to see her again in February for another ultra sound and more blood and urine testing, this will be to monitor and make sure that he's not getting worse. 

Saving Captain Tightpants

I slept in this morning, it was nice because I've been sleeping like an insomniac on a caffeine binge.  Little or not at all.
I wake up this morning and stumble down the stairs to the sounds of explosions and gunfire. I hear men screaming and others yelling orders and I relize that the Hubby and children are watching our long forgotten copy of 'Saving Private Ryan'.
Daughter looks so excited, like she's about to bust a gut.
"Mom, guess who's in this movie?"
I smile because I know who it is that's got her in a huge tizzy.
"Nathan Fillion."
"Huh?  How'd you know?"
"Because it's Captain Tightpants!"
"Well not in this movie.   In Saving Private Ryan he's more like Captain Blubberpuss!"

Rats and Pharmaceuticals

I'm just wondering why it is that whenever there is some form of medication or vaccination that someone doesn't want to take/get they always claim it's got rat poison in it?
Seriously, out of all the poisons and other harmful chemicals out there, the pharmaceutical companies can't find anything other than rat poison??

Laughter is Magical

My children are just home from cadets, they are changed out of their uniforms and having a snack before they head off to bed.
At first when they got in they were being all snippy and complaining and arguing with each other.  But I got fed up with them trying to make me the referee and left to go and sit in front of the computer.
Now I'm sitting here, listening to them as they joke around.  EB is trying to impersonate Sheldon Cooper and chanting 'Bazinga' repeatedly when they two of them are laughing. 

It's like music for my soul.

It's Just a Letter

I got the appointment info for the kidney specialist that HSC referred him to.  The letter came yesterday and so much was going on with me that I just didn't want to deal, but now I'm more equipped to handle this.

This appointment is with a Doctor who's located in the Credit Valley Hospital which is in Mississauga, and without a car it's about as easy to get to as perhaps the far side of the Moon.  I know that LB needs to get this whole thing with his kidneys looked at and see what's going on with them, but at the same time why does it have to be so difficult to get these things done?

Public Transit is out of the question because while there is about as good a chance of us getting booked on to the wheel chair acccesible public transportation here in Toronto, they aren't allowed to cross over into Mississauga and we can't just jump onto a Mississauga public transportation bus because you have to meet with the transit authority first accompanied by piles of medical documentation that you put before them that prooves that yes you are disabled and that you do need to have access to this service.  And I doubt that Mississauga transit is going to allow me to get an appointment and get approval by next Wednesday, the date of LB's appointment..

Back in the first week of October when things were going just a tiny bit wrong the Hubby turned to my Mom and myself and said 'Well at least things can't get any worse.' and then the fan was brought out and someone flung poo at it and Voila here's where we are today.
So, when my Mom said to me 'At least things can't get any worse.' I cried out in an attempt to drown her out so that the PTB wouldn't hear her mockage of them and turn their wrath on me yet again.  I knocked three times on wood and held my breath, hoping that I'd managed to avoid yet another fan being brought out and the poo thrower can just pack up and go home because we just don't like his sort around here.