Can I just say this isn't my week? Tuesday and Wednesday, I had a sleep study at the hospital, to find out if I have sleep apnea (stop breathing in the middle of the night, fun, eh?) and if I would fall asleep when left to nap during the day. 1 and a half days of my life spent in the hospital sleeping with wires all over the place. The best part? I'm allergic to the (hypo-allergetic) tape they use to stick the stuff on. So now I look all red and swollen and bruised where things were. I still have clumps of glue in my hair from the glue they used for the electrodes that comes off looking like big ugly dandruff flakes. *sigh* Today, I have an appointment for a teeth cleaning with the dentist (rather, the hygenist), and I have a huge throbbing canker sore on my lower lip that I know will hurt like a bitch come time to move it out of the way. I forgot Rowan had a dentist appointment yesterday at 7:30am, so she missed that. I mistook which week it was and sent her with Gary for her follow-up hearing test Wed. afternoon (while I was still locked in the hospital). Oops, that's NEXT Wednesday. He wasn'thappy (esp. since the person who checked him in didn't mention she wasn't on the schedule, so he sat in the ped. department for an hour before someone asked why he was waiting and showed him he wasn't supposed to be there. I think they even charged him for the visit. Hello, moron at the desk, when the computer says "this person shouldn't be here" did you not READ that? Or were you too busy speaking some other language on the phone again to really notice the person in front of you?.). I'm hoping the week after nextwill be a medical-professional-free week, because I've had about all I can take.