Yesterday afternoon I finally get the appraiser on the phone. "Yes, um, I need an expedited appraisal since we have a closing scheduled next week." (Voice of Evelyn, pregnant woman trying not to sound like her nesting instinct is in overdrive).
"Okay, I can come today, or tomorrow morning..." (Nice appraiser lady, knowingly understanding my underlying request for immediate gradification).
"How about tomorrow at 3:30?" (Me again, knowing that Floyd needs tomorrow morning to clean out CRAP in our basement that has piled up over the last three years).
"Sounds great, i'll be there then."
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Insert two hours of me at pediatrician's office yesterday afternoon. Me telling nurse he's had a fever for 48 hours, cough... No i do not think it is H1N1 influenza, but I do want to know if these tubes are still okay... Her response: Yes his ears look great, but he's WHEEZING mom, couldn't you hear the rattling around in his lungs? Would you please sit here with him hooked up to the nebulizer machine for 15 minutes? And then can we give you some cream for this nasty rash in his diaper area you also neglected to mention? And don't you have time for breathing treatments at home 3 times a day?
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This morning, do the breathing treatment, boy refuses breakfast, fever still down, so he can go to school. (which he has been requesting for the last three days straight. Grocery store. "SKOOL?" Doctor's office. "SKOOL?" Walking outside to the mailbox. "SKOOL?" He loves that place.) Get him dressed, chuck dirty diaper out front door (to take around to trash when we do get in the car for "SKOOL".
Doorbell rings. 8:30am. Neither Floyd nor I is presentable... because of course I'm not ready. Send RM to front door? Just kidding. Go to door, it's the APPRAISER. 7 hours early. And she's standing directly above the stinky diaper. And next to the rug we had to drag out of the house because Jim Hargate got *sick* all over it.
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Clarified with Appraiser that she will need to come back at 3:30pm. Floyd is now at UHaul place to empty the contents of our basement into said truck. Rug is in the trash. Stinky diapers removed from front stoop. Hopefully when she returns later, we don't get docked for the amazing experience she had this morning.
8 comments:
Wow. Sounds like a blast! Sans the rude nurse... I mean, c'mon.
wow--impressive--appraisal? are y'all just getting a new rate or thinking of moving? molly just did that and is saving a ton each month. hope it goes well.
wait, are you moving?
haha, love it.
This is hilarious. Having had the experience of doing nebulizer treatments on two kids all weekend, I feel your pain, sister.
Do they know why he is wheezing? man, keeping him still for those is I'm sure not easy...
Hah - UPDATE: at 4:00 when the appraiser came for our 3:30 appt, she said, "It's been a crazy week. i have an 18 month old and he hasn't been sleeping well." So i volunteered, "Oh, I know... we have one of those - hence the diapers on the front porch this morning." Her reply, "Yeah, I saw that."
Nebulizer NOT working - cough thicker and less productive sounding this morning... LOVELY.
Danni, I'm so sorry. No wonder you haven't been able to answer my calls while you chase RM around the house with a steaming tube that probably looks like a torture device to him. I am so sorry, I am laughing the 'oh, no, is she for real?' laugh.
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