TUESDAY: Read, prep for meeting. 10--First Year Team meeting. 2--Nik double lesson! 4--Pick up Child at camp. WEDNESDAY: Drop Child at camp. Grocery store to get more of those spring rolls. Pick up Child early from camp to take her to orthopedist appt at 2:15. (Child is very displeased by the idea that she is going to have to miss camp for this and informs me that I took her away from a very interesting lecture on WWI. Sor-ry, kid!) At Hand Orthopedist. They are running about 20 minutes late, which increases our time to be anxious. We get in. BAD NEWS. The doctor says the bone is displaced and he recommends surgery. Child starts to cry quietly. We had thought she was going to leave with a cast, not with an upcoming surgery! She asks me if we can go home right away. She cries more vociferously in the car. Do we HAVE to do this? WHY?!? It doesn't even hurt anymore if she keeps the brace on. What does it even mean that the bone is displaced? Why can't they just shove it back into place? What did the doctor mean when he said that you can only do that if you get to it right away? Can we get a second opinion? She is scared of the idea of general anaesthesia. She also doesn't want to miss more camp. She doesn't want to do it. She WON'T! I tell her she has no choice. And anything I say in an attempt to be comforting is not the right thing. She tells me I should heat her up some more spring rolls and let her go sulk in her room. Okay. I can do that. She eventually calms down. There had been some talk that the surgery might be the very next day, but due to various insurance blah-blah, it will actually be Tuesday. THURSDAY: Work people at our home: a plumber doing something plumbing maintenance related that I don't really understand (I'm such a bad homeowner!), and the handyman doing a bunch of stuff, including hanging my Pottery Barn Daily Organizing System that I got for Christmas, installing new doorknobs with locks, etc. Keep Child home from camp in the AM so I can take her for her mandatory pre-op physical at 11:30...even though she just had a complete physical a month ago. (Not ideal timing for us, but beggars can't be choosers and we are the ones begging for a last minute appt. before a 3-day weekend.) She passes, needless to say. (This is basically just height, weight, blood pressure, listen to heart, listen to lungs...thank goodness no blood work. Was not looking forward to that.) Child has more or less come to terms with the fact that this surgery IS going to happen. She is still upset. So am I. And I'm worried about whether I will pass out again, like I did after Husband's surgery. I'm really going to have to try to do everything in my power to insure that does not happen...but it still could, and that frightens me. Bad vasovagal syncope. I hate you. (And note that I am a person who can give blood...but cannot deal with surgery. So it's not just the blood that's the trigger; it's the stress. This obviously cuts into my ability to be a good support person. I should probably go into therapy for this at some point, but not enough time to get de-sensitized between now and Tuesday.) Take Child to camp. Workout. Spray tan. Text with a couple friends I hope to see in NYC this weekend. Dinner, write in diary.