Eleven Hours Later...

...we arrived home.

Actually, it was 12 hours if you start counting from when we woke up.

Soooo, back from the double appointment with the electrophysiologist in Iowa City. Derek and Carolyn both came away with good reports. The annoying thing-and I realize this will sound weird--was that despite a good week of irregularity, off and on, Carolyn's ECG was the picture of perfection. The lines were so regular you could have used it for grade school penmanship practice.

ANYWAY....they were both fitted with Holter monitors, per the usual. They both had echos, per the usual. And they both hate both, per the usual. But the monitors can come off by 11am, tomorrow.

While waiting at the cardiology lab, I looked at the check-out sheets they had given me, some new form of documentation.

It had Derek's medication listed (among the usual) as:

--Hydrocodone
--oral rinse
--Amoxicillin.

These three were left over from when Derek had his wisdom teeth extracted, and if still current, would mean Derek has been a druggie for the past 14 months!

I straightened that out, the result being that the extra time put us over five dollars at the parking garage.

Somebody should really pay for that extra ten cents....

Moving right along, Carolyn came up with a couple of her great quotes for the day. The first was at Panera Bread, where we were scoffing eats and talking of the increase in highly processed food over the years:

"Everything's getting more refined, except people."

(preach it, sister)

Then it was off to Radio Shack, for Derek, where my first word of advice would be, "Don't go shopping with a male at Radio Shack unless it's warm enough to sit out in the car and read a book."

Inside the store were the usual paraphernalia of cell phones and talking Tyrannosaurus Rexes. But off to one side were the small items that drive men wild. Things like resisters and diodes, all neatly assembled in stack drawers that went over Carolyn's head.

"Wow, you gotta be tall to buy stuff at Radio Shack!" was her comment.

(yes Carolyn...tall and desperate)

Derek would have been perfectly happy to hear the salesman's life story of how he became interested in electronics by dismantling everything in his neighborhood and keeping all the small parts. But when the guy started talking about the Tupperware diode storage bins at his house, I made the remark, "We really need to go, soon..."

I like Tupperware alright, I just don't want some guy tell me about his stash.

We were able to finish our weekly shopping where I got back at Derek by making him come into the grocery store (it was so COLD) and follow us around like a transistor out of radio.

Home by 4:30, and Ma still had enough energy to whip up a tolerable soup out of the leftover roast, as well as homemade cookie bars.

Now it looks as though I have 20 minutes to do the dishes and get the kids headed toward bed...
 

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