9.22.365: Not done yet.

I love Children’s Hospital. Real, honest, Love. Capital L. I truly believe they saved Bright’s arm.

But, I can still say that no matter how great I think they are, I’m tired of seeing them. I’m tired of waiting rooms and doctor’s offices. I’m tired of chicken nugget dinners. I’m tired of driving two hours each way in a sketchy car with no air conditioning. I’d like to be done now, pretty please.

Instead we’re stepping up the appointments again because her scar is getting too thick. They want to watch it closely so they can intervene before it starts to restrict her movements.

I’m grateful for doctors that care. I really am. I’d still like to be done. It’s okay to feel a little bit sorry for ourselves, isn’t it?

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