I’m throwing myself a pity party today. I’m also throwing myself an “I hate coronavirus” party.
We had a visit yesterday and Iowa City with gastroenterology. We need to schedule the procedure that will help treat/resolve Gannon’s anal achalasia. This involves him being sedated.
We already have a consult with neurosurgery tomorrow as well as an echocardiogram of his heart tomorrow. The stars aligned and we were able to snag an appointment time for tomorrow and Gannon could have all three very important appointments tomorrow in one day.
Because Gannon was having a procedure and will be sedated and not just an appointment, that meant Craig could also come with for the first time in months.
We scheduled the appointments and I was so excited that for the first time since Gannon was born we had a diagnosis and a treatment plan for at least one of his problems. After Wednesday, maybe Gannon wouldn’t cry every single time he poops.
So I raced home from Iowa city, threw supper together, and was out the door and on my way to work overnight last night.
On my way home from work this morning, I got a phone call from Iowa city to schedule Gannon’s Covid swab for today. He said he has to have one collected before noon today in Iowa city or he can’t have his procedure tomorrow. Keep in mind, I had just got done working the overnight, Craig is already at work, and we now have three hours to make a 2 Hour drive one way just to get a swab in his nose.
I asked if they could make an exception and let us get swabbed at a closer facility and they said no. I asked if we could come super early tomorrow and get swabbed because his sedation wasn’t until 11. They said no. They said there was absolutely no exception they could make to this rule other than Gannon being in Iowa city by noon today.
Craig is already at work. I just worked an overnight on zero sleep as we were in Iowa City yesterday, now entering my 26th hour awake as I type this, my mom is in Rochester getting more testing for her thyroid cancer, and my sister is on the way back to the doctor with a sick Georgia.
So all of the appointments that we had to move around to make room for the sedation tomorrow had to be moved back. The procedure is canceled, we have to wait another three weeks, and now that he isn’t getting the procedure tomorrow,
Craig isn’t allowed in the hospital. I rearranged work, I rearranged childcare, all because the scheduler forgot to mention this teeny tiny detail that is the coronavirus swab. Not only that, but the next day we have to schedule this procedure, we have to rearrange two of his other appointments to have it THAT day.
Maybe it is the no sleep, maybe it is because I’m so sick of driving all over the Midwest, maybe I just wish another adult could come with me to all of these big scary appointments with our squirmy toddler, maybe I just can’t take being inconvenienced by the pandemic for just one more day, but damnit I’m throwing myself a pity party today.