donuts and blood tests

This little guy of mine was quite the trooper today.  He came on a 3 hour voyage with me just so I could use the carpool lane.  We dropped Alexis off at school and headed straight to UCSD for some blood work (for me, not him).  He was so excited about going but after 4 minutes in the car he was already asking if we were there.  The sun was shining and felt so warm on my face but for him it was absolutely horrible.  The next hour was spent listening to his sob story about the sun melting his face off in between the awe of all the bridges.  A great breakfast was promised for coming along with me.

 

We arrived without burns thankfully and went straight to the lab.  At this point, it had been 30 minutes since Wyatt's last snack and he was STARVING.  Just a quick blood test and we'll eat, I kept promising him.  Of course, "quick" and "test" don't belong together when it comes to my health.  We sat in the lab for a bit while they tried figuring everything out.  Luckily they put us in a large room all to ourselves where Wyatt was able to use my cane as a vacuum cleaner.  Turns out they don't do these tests very often.  There was a special way the test had to be taken, stored, and sent out.  Sitting next to me on the table was a stack of papers, some that needed my signature.  I looked over it and saw "dx" written 3 or 4 times with some large words following.  I asked what that was and the lab tech said it was my diagnosis.  Now I'm thinking they might either have the wrong person or someone isn't telling me something.  Unfortunately I don't have a photographic memory and of course I didn't write anything down so I'll just assume that all is well.

We walked right over to the cafeteria to get the wonderful breakfast I kept promising Wyatt.  Well... the lab took a little longer then expected and the breakfast was done.  Gone.  I quickly began scanning my eyes through the cafeteria to come up with something before Wyatt realizes there's no food.  I found donuts!  Thank you God!!  The man we paid said hello to Wyatt and gave him great advice to stay in school.  He said otherwise he'd be doing what he was doing.   (I think Wyatt was thinking his job was pretty darn cool)  The mister was quite kind and asked if I was his sister.  Wyatt laughed at that one.  The man told me to keep doing what I'm doing with my look.  This confused me since I showed up with out make-up, wearing sweats and unwashed hair.  But if that's what is hot, I'll keep it up!  We sat down to our donuts and juice to hold him over until we got home.  3 minutes into the drive... are we home yet?  Why don't we live down here?

If we lived in the city, we wouldn't have rides home that looked like this everyday.  Much better than stop lights and traffic, in my opinion.