I had to take the little guy in for more blood tests on Wednesday. I feel like I’ve said this before, but hopefully that will be the last time. I should get the results today, and if his liver enzymes are doing what they’re supposed to, we should be all done with that business.
You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find someone in San Francisco who’s qualified to stick a five month old baby with needles and hold him down while his blood is collected drop by drop and he screams his beautiful little head off. It’s a fucking awful experience, made all the worse by the fact that I had to work so hard to even find a place that would do it.
The whole thing made me grumpy. And if one more person says “ahhh, how cute – what is he, two months?” They might get slapped.
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