Colby had followup appointments in Cincy today. He saw the neurologist, dietician and physical therapist. He received all good reports. This is what I'm thankful for today, SOOOO very thankful. His PT here at home has noticed over the last couple of months for some reason his left wrist and fingers are getting tighter. Both the neurologist and PT in Cincy mentioned this also, so looks like Colby will be getting some sort of wrist sling/brace to help with that. The only other thing they mentioned was that Colby is very "healthy" and he doesn't need to gain any more weight. Ha! I could have told them that, they should try lifting him. Also thankful for a safe trip with no traffic (or deer) up and back. And a special thank you to Maggie for going with us, helping with Colby's equipment and keeping us company.
My inner Betty Crocker came out again. I wanted to take some treats to the PICU since we were "in the neighborhood." So yesterday I whipped out a pan of peanut butter fudge, snickerdoodles and this other stuff, don't know the name of it. You mix Rice Chex, peanuts, pretzels and M&M's, then pour melted white chocolate bark over it, then pour it out on wax paper to cool. Let's just call it Rice Chex Addiction because it's so incredibly delicious. I boxed it all up in Christmas tins and wrote the staff in the PICU a thank you note. When I took it up to B5, i.e. Cincy Children's PICU, it was eerie. I didn't even go back to the nurses' station. Just dropped the goodies off at the waiting room desk and got the hell out of there. Too much time spent there this year. Hope they enjoy it all.
Let me catch you up on my thankfulness. Sunday I was thankful for someone else's GPS. I was trying to go north on the interstate. There was a bad wreck and the police had the ramp blocked. Perfect. You'd think after living in this city 12 years I'd know my way around, but nah, not really. So I was wondering how to get to the next exit and yippee, I noticed the car in front of me, with Illinois tags, had their GPS going. Followed that dude right through the side streets up to the next couple of interstate ramps. Good stuff :-)
Yesterday I was thankful for snickerdoodles, more specifically, snickerdoodle memories. Do you know what a snickerdoodle is? It's a cookie, dammit! I'm surprised at the people I've met who have never heard of them. You roll snickerdoodles in sugar and cinnamon before baking and they turn out to be the most perfect, chewy, delicious cookie. Growing up, my mom didn't buy a lot of Oreos or Chips Ahoy. If we wanted cookies, we made them, and we made a LOT of snickerdoodles. I had the most important job of rolling them in the cinnamon and sugar. I've always loved making them. I can picture my mama and I in the kitchen with that old cookbook out. Such great times. Everyone should be so lucky to have snickerdoodle memories like I do.
Well peeps, I'm exhausted. Taking Colby up and back to Cincy for the day is tiring. Driving home in the dark and rain was doubly tiring. I have a headache and a tummy ache from eating crappy fast food today. I'm going to take some ibuprofen, some Mylanta and hit the hay. G'nite.
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