Pre-Op Doctor Appointment

Ohhh... Where do I begin? Yesterday was a no good very bad day for both Beatrice and I. It started of badly and ended badly. I don't want to go into details about what happened, but I can tell you that we both started the day crying. We both went to work/school with no problems. I had to pick Bea up early for her pre-op doctor appointment. Waiting in the waiting room wasn't so bad, but once we got into our tiny room waiting for the doctor... that was where it started. It's a small room. Not even worth the time exploring. She grew bored easily and of course refused anything I tried to offer her. I had to read through the consent form and basically sign her life away. I know they put that shit in there to cover their ass, but it's so scary to read all the things that could happen. I was also told that I needed to go down to the lab so they can take a blood and urine sample and a chest x-ray. It sort of irked me that the doctor didn't come in right away, because I mean hello!? I have a small child. Try to come into the damn room a little bit faster when someone has a small child. Anyways. The doctor looked into her ears, same old shit. Told me the run down on what is going to happen on Tuesday. (After the nurse told me everything already.) When I'd get to be with Bea after the operation.... Both he and the nurse seemed to think that the fact that she's put under by a mask would be comforting to me... HA! Hello!? Not having to have her have surgery period would be the only comforting thing... That meeting done we headed down to the lab. The technician there was like retarded or something. She chose to prick Bea's finger for a blood sample. I was sort of relived because I figured they must not need that much blood. WRONG! The stupid woman pricked Bea's finger and then stood there continuously pushing on it and trying to get the blood into a tiny vial. Beatrice was fine, just sightly uncomfortable. The stupid girl got blood splattered everywhere. The whole time I was sitting there with Bea in my lap thinking, surely their must be an easier way to do this? I guess I'm slightly glad that the woman didn't try to actually draw blood out of Bea's arm, because it is clear she wouldn't have done that very well either. Instead of trying to get a urine sample herself she gave me the things. The things that are essentially a bag with a sticker on the end. I basically have to tape it to Bea and hope I get some urine in there. (That's a whole other blog, and how that went... well, the jury is still out on that one.) Then we made our way to the x-ray area. Geez. I guess I thought I'd just lay Bea on a table and hold her arms up for her... I didn't know they had this seemingly old Victorian-like plastic tube that they strap the kids in. Ugh! That was fun. Of course Beatrice cried, but over all I don't think the time at the doctor/lab really bugged her. She bounced back rather quickly after each thing. It took it's toll on me though. Once we got home it was just one thing after the other went wrong for us. And we both ended up crying again... I was a little bit thankful to head out to rehearsal for the first time this week. At the end of the day I ended up in tears of happiness because the show I'm assistant directing is the funniest thing ever! Despite that though, I'm so glad yesterday is over.