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10 Yard Penalty, Delay of Game

We should be there by 8am for a 9am echocardiogram.

We arrive at 745am.

We are called in at 859am.

The ablation is scheduled for 1130am.

8 different people come in to the room between 1030 and 130.

I'm rolling to the ablation at 140.

I'm not good at math but that seems a little later than 1130.

I'm alive, legs are sore and my sister in law has not lost her sanity yet with the kids. She says they are being good but I think she's just saying that so that we don't feel bad that they are being terrors. I heart my sister in law. Thanks for all the good thoughts. Keep them coming so that I can sleep well tonight. I mean I know it's not good thoughts about not dying but a good night's sleep away from the kids is almost as important. Right?


Les Becker said…
Now I'm jealous. No kids, concerned people tucking you in, DRUGS. No fair.

Glad the scary part is over, though.

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