The Best-Laid Plans

With a nod to Robert Burns, it is decidedly true that “the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”  Today we went to the hospital to pick up Don.  We eagerly anticipated “rescuing” him, as Oscar put it, at 1:30 PM.  We arrived on time, greeted our post-op patient, and started gathering his belongings.  Edgar, sporting a shirt that couldn’t have been more prophetic (and may now have to be retired) in its message–“Mommy’s Little Monkey”–decided to climb up on a chair.  We saw him and told him to get down.  He did, but on the dismount lost his footing, fell to the floor, and bumped his head.  Because it happened in the hospital, the nurse in charge had to fill out an incident report and promptly sent us to the ER at the children’s hospital–on a Saturday afternoon, in 90-plus degree heat, in a major city.  Three hours later we emerged with two injured patients–one perfectly fine, the other ensconced in a metal apparatus but otherwise in good spirits.  In these photos, Edgar shows off his bump (or, perhaps, his new haircut), and Don shows off the fact that with a little ingenuity he still has room on his lap and the energy for a story.  And despite today’s and previous mishaps that brought us to this point, we were all smiling at the end of the day–we are together, bumps, bruises, and a brace aside.


2 thoughts on “The Best-Laid Plans

  1. Well, I guess three hours is the average turn around time for ER’s in RI! I’m glad you are all home and I hope the road to recovery is short and smooth. Love, Auntie Nana

  2. Thanks! We estimated that we’d be there until 9 PM, so when we got out at 4:30 PM, we felt as though we had won the lottery! 🙂

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