In the same Fred Meyer venture that I described below, I also managed to acquire a thin, 3-shelf tupperware type thing for us to make life easier while in hospital. That sleeper unit sure has a way of feeling cramped real quick even though we have nothing material to show for it!
Dan dropped me off at the top level of the parking garage and it was my mission to run around to as many floors as necessary until I found a red wagon, generously provided by the hospital, and then without my hospital badge, ID, or cell phone, we would just magically find eachother. Guess what? Took me 3 floors to find a wagon, yet less than a minute to find Dan.
We loaded up the red wagon with everything new going to our unit. We laugh each and every time about how we are "moving in", again.
Being the seasoned veterans that we are, we cruise past the 12ish people waiting at the security desk for clearance, dragging this damn red wagon, and while attempting to flash our parental badges and keep on casually walking, some dude does a 180 degree turn and literally flings himself over our wagon, goes crashing to the ground, wondering if he's just smashed a child, and immediately we get surrounded by security and his family members, who were screaming, "Dad!"
Probably not how he planned on starting his day, but also not how I was planning my day, either.
Two hours of sleep.
Dentist appointment.
Hour and a half drive.
Attempt to cause an elderly man's death.
Get searched by security to prove that No, I am not carrying a small child under that towel covering some more that frownable items.
Check please!
Ugh.
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