So Marc messed up my facebook page on Saturday evening and all we have heard from the helpdesk was the automated message telling us not to mess with it until they contact us. Well, we still haven't heard from them. Guess they are working on a more laid back schedule than mine of an angry pissed off, slightly more mature woman. Enough about my still missing facebook page for now.
This morning both kids had to go to the pediatricians office for shots. Thomas needed a booster of Tdap and Hep A and Menigiccocal. Madison needed a Varicella booster. Blah, blah, blah, not that anyone cares about that but it sets the story for our visit. The kids pediatric clinic is actually located in one of our hospitals here in Bismarck. Needless to say, having a clinic in a hospital you tend to see a lot of things that you just normally wouldn't see in a peds. clinic. For instance, walking thru the lobby we saw a man in a classic orange jumpsuit with big numbers on the back and shackles on his hands and feet. Yes, it seems even though who are incarcerated get to have medical care. But that is not what actually suprised me.
Our hospital provides valet parking service, free of charge to everyone and tipping is forbidden. LOVE IT. So I handed in our claim check and after buying the kids and iced Italian soda, we are waiting in the lobby for our car to be brought up. I had noticed a very lovely woman in the lobby with her daughter that I was guessing to be about 12 or 13. This winner of a gal was wearing jeans with leather ties running the length of both legs and completed her fashionable ensemble with pink fuzzy slippers. So from behind me I hear this eye sore shout out to her daughter, "You just have to admit it that you slept with the wrong guy!" What?? I couldn't even pretend to not have heard and didn't even casually try to peek at her, I just spun around to get a whole birds eyed view. So between the convict and the obviously irresponsible daughter to the hoochie mama, I would have to say that the slutty girl and hoochie mama takes the cake. My friend and I are going to get a mocha and sit in that lobby and people watch next week. It should prove to be hours of belly laughs and shocking moments. I love people gawking.
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
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