This morning, Owen and I are headed into Children's hospital for a Cardiology check up. His medical history demands a periodical EKG and Echo cardiogram.
So. Off we go.
We love going there. For me, it is going back to our first home as a family. We'll visit the ICU in hopes some of the nurses who cared for him are still there. We'll check in with the floor where he spent his last six weeks.
I'll buy him a treat in the gift shop. We'll have lunch in the cafeteria.
I'll think back to the 101 days we spent there after he was born.
Al had gone to work after two weeks, needing to feel useful in a helpless situation.
So, aside from the odd visitor, I sat all day every day; alone.
Crossword puzzle books piled up around me. Skanky magazines too. I chatted with the nurses. And other parents sometimes.
I looked forward to meal times. And pumping breast milk. Anything to fill the hours.
You know what I really wanted during those long lonely days? What I pined away for?
A gay best friend.
Somebody to jab with my elbow as a hot young surgeon walked by.
Somebody to snicker with about the trailor trash parents.
Somebody with whom to snark about the bitchy receptionist.
Somebody to make fun of me while I attached my pathetic boobies to the ridiculous industrial strength pumping contraption.
Thank goodness Ryan is free tomorrow. And is such a fine actor.
He's agreed to play the role of Gay Statler to my Waldorf.
We're going to have so much fun.
I cheated this week and didn't use Sunday's Ryan photo. When I saw this one it just screamed gay Ryan.
Go see what the rest of the gang is doing with Ryan.