Mr. I

Well, Cardinal Glennon had its act together better today. We went in for Maeve's MRI and surprise surprise, our insurance knew who we were. Maeve was so funny--they put in an IV because kids need to be sedated for MRI tests--and gave her some kind of loopy medication that had her all giggly and silly right before they took her in. I did some knitting, Leo slept, and all went as well as could be expected. We'll have results next week, but of course we can't get results until April because the doctor doesn't know us and won't give us results over the phone. Unless I hear differently, I'm going to assume all is well.

To make things more complicated than they need to be, Mike was out of town all week until last night. I don't like to say those sorts of things while he's gone, just to be safe(r), but now I can. It was an intensely horrible week. Sorry, Babe, but it was.

But now we're done with the business trip and the annoying expensive hospital trips (hopefully). I'm going to make a rum cake and play mah jongg tonight.