It took us over two hours to get Robbie home. Everything at that hospital takes two hours.
And now I’m sitting here waiting for my doctor to call with blood work results and other swell news. I don’t expect it to be good. That would be my blood work, not Robbie’s. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand.
How am I supposed to finish writing my book with all this going on? Suddenly I don’t feel like I can write anything at all.
Maybe I’ll come back after I hear from the doctor.