So we did the doctor chase.

David said the paed would never admit to forgetting to organise the IVIG.

He said he would play the blame game.

He said he would say he wasn’t able to contact the immunologist or the ward or the nurses or someone who needed to be contacted to get the infusion sorted.

You know, instead of being honest and saying he forgot.

David was right.

What David didn’t count on was that he would hide behind his pitbulls receptionists and have one of them call with the news that there would be no IVIG this week.

I was so cross.

Truth be told, I could still scream.

After the phone call I went outside and I pruned the potato vine.

When I say pruned, I mean that I hacked the living bejaysus out of it and imagined that  it was the doctor’s head.

Then

I got my little saw and chopped off a gazillion dead branches and pruned back the climbing rose to within an inch of it’s prickly life, imagining stuffing one of the sharper sticks up into the ENT doctor’s nose and scraping any adenoid tissue I could find and then poking at his tonsils for a while.

and I felt a little better

and I decided that I would keep very very calm.

However, tonight I am still fuming, so I thought I might try to look at the good things…

Ivy is still in pretty good spirits and aside from having goopy ears and a slight temp, is quite well and happy.

Noah sat on my lap this afternoon and said “Love me, I am your guinea pig” and then proceeded to make guinea pig noises.

“weeep weeeeeeep weeeeeeeeeeeeeeep”!

My fence can be seen again and I think the bottle brush that the potato vine has slowly been killing may live to see another Spring.

Oh and while I did all of that pruning, I plotted a double murder and now I have space in the garden to hide the evidence.

See?

Every cloud has a silver lining.

PS, sorry for the two posts in one day

PPS, I’m not really sorry just cross and a little crazy.