This is long-winded and a totally unnecessary read.
Albie’s had five surgery dates so far that haven’t gone ahead. I feel like we are the boy that cries surgery, the amount of times we thought it was on and then it wasn’t. At the beginning of this week, we were told that the surgery would be on Friday, and that they would fly us up on Wednesday so that we could do the pre-operation stuff on Thursday. Sweet. Great. Let’s pack. Let’s go.
On Tuesday, as I was busy packing our bags, Starship called to say that surgery was postponed again and we wouldn’t be flying up the next day after all. Oh rats. Oh blast. Victoria took this magic photo of Albie beside his suitcase not long after that phone call. He seemed pretty gutted too. I looked at my half-packed bag and began contemplating yet another mini break. There really is only so long you can hole up in your lounge avoiding winter bugs.
On Wednesday, as I was facing the aforesaid day in the aforesaid lounge avoiding the aforesaid winter bugs, Starship called again. I say Starship called, but I actually mean Kshama called. She is their incredibly lovely Surgical Booker. I think Starship must purposefully employ really lovely people to such difficult positions. Ain’t no way I could get upset with Kshama on the other end of the line – no way at all. Anyway, I digress.
On Wednesday, Kshama called. The surgery was back on and we were going to fly that afternoon as planned. Elation! Yippee! Quickly followed by a blindpanicmad scramble around the house packing for our time away. Albie was left far too long to play with the pots and pans, Marcus whizzed home from work, the indoor plants didn’t get a water but I did change the sheets for the housesitter and turn all the sockets off, the car seat got lost by the airline, and many hours later we arrived sideways at Ronald Macdonald House at Starship Hospital in Auckland.
We are here. Here we go.
But if you’ve stuck with me through this diatribe about surgery, transport and cancellations (as fascinating as it is) it’ll come as no surprise that today, Albie’s surgery was postponed yet again. This time to Tuesday. But please, please people, lets not be holding our breaths on that okay?
We’ve no hospital commitments tomorrow, we did all that today. So we’ve decided that this situation clearly calls for a trip to Kelly Tarlton’s. Perhaps we’ll be getting that mini-break after all.
There’s Klingons on the Starboard Bow? A lyric from what truly must be one of the worst songs of my childhood. Track One of Side B of one of my brother’s compilation tapes.