Yep, it was Monday all right.
At 3am I was still awake. Not sure what time I fell out, but I was awake before Steph's alarm went off at 6. My back was killing me so I didn't get up. I listened as she went out to Christine. I heard her open the hood. Then her toolbox. Then she came inside. I heard the cables on the jump box clank around. Then back outside. The truck started. Then Christine started. Then she came back in. The jump box hit the floor. The door slammed. Then Christine sped off.
At 830 the alarm I had set to wake me for Heath's dental appointment went off.
It was then that I remembered that I was supposed to pick up a prescription for Heath. Valium to relax him before he got to the dentist. So I ran in and got him up and told him to get dressed.
WhIle coffee was brewing and I was dressing I called the pharmacy. They had it ready.
At 850 we ran out the door and hopped in CherryBerry. I turned the key. Nothing happened. Dang it. I ran in and grabbed the jump box Steph had used. Nothing. I ran in and grabbed the new one. It worked. I sat both of them on the hood of the Dodge and left like an NHRA dragster.
There was a lot of wind. The tailgate glass was open. So I stopped, closed it, and roared off again.
At 920 I was at the drug store. As I turned in the parking lot I noticed the dome light was on in CB. I turned the knob on the dash. It stayed on. Heath had flipped the switch on the tailgate. After I told the gal at the window what I needed I jumped out and turned it off.
Once I had his meds I pulled away from the window and gave him one. It took me three tries to get him to keep it in his mouth long enough to to give him a drink and swallow it.
I made a quick stop at Autozone to drop off the computer I borrowed then hit the back roads for maximum acceleration to the highway.
I got to his 1000 appointment at 950. Not bad.
He was starting to get a little loopy before we got there.
He went back to the dentist. I sat in an uncomfortable chair and waited.
After about 30 minutes I went out and got some coffee and called the garage close to the house. He had never heard of the problem I was having either.
Another 30 minutes went by and a gal came out to get me. I knew things had not gone well because I was the only one who had to go get the child. All the rest were brought out.
When I started down the hall I could hear an unhappy person. When I turned the corner I am not sure if a cavity was filled, or an exorcism had taken place.
The dentist was soaked in sweat. The assistant was sitting slouched in a chair, ashen faced. The floor was littered with dental tools, masks, towels, and papers. Heath was sitting in the chair screaming like a banshee. Even drugged Heath was more than two adults could handle.
The dentist told me that the next visit would have to be an oral surgery and Heath would have to be sedated. He didn't even want to attempt to do it again.
Heath was ready to leave, his legs - not so much. Although his legs were the only weak part of him. He still fought me trying to carry him till I finally turned his back to my chest and carried him out where he could not push against me.
After about 20 minutes, a ball, and a sugar free sucker he calmed down enough for me to sign the paper work and head out.
He wasn't happy.
We stopped at Arby's and got Jamocca shakes and sandwiches.
At home he wanted to jump out of the truck and run. His legs still didn't work. It took me a while to get him out of the truck and in the house.
We sat on the couch and watched waaay more Peppa Pig than any adult should ever have to be subjected to. I was afraid to leave him there by himself because he kept trying to get up.
After about 2 hours he began to scream again. the pain meds work off. I gave him some kiddie Motrin and settled in for more pig.
When he stopped hurting he stood up on the couch and started to pull his shirt off. As the shirt came over his head his head followed the shirt. I managed to catch him right before he face planted on the floor.
Steph got home and before I could think he was off the couch and out the door. She carried him in screaming. He bit his tongue.
I got him calmed down a little, then we had to leave. the Dodge had to go to the shop.
It was a bit hair raising because the brakes only worked if you tried to bend the brake pedal and then only a little. Down shifting and lots of room were on order.
With the truck dropped off I got back in CB and headed home.
Ben was out n his 8n so I stopped to harass him a bit. Then we came on to the house.
Steph unbuckled Heath and he promptly fell on his face in the floor.
I got him out and carried him in. She left for Walmart. I brought him in and gave him another dose of Motrin. He finally quit hurting. We watched Curious George in space.
By the time Steph got back from Wal-mart I was completely exhausted.