Stockings and Trees

Thank God for teenagers that wake up when you call them before 8 in the morning. I'm sitting here at the Carle Heart and Vascular Institute so Ernie can have a procedure done. He needs to wear a compression stocking afterward and we brought the wrong size with us. This procedure has already been postponed twice...once for the Big Boy, and once because of the doctor's schedule. I really didn't want to postpone it again because he gets so much pain. We could go buy one but last time it took Carle Medical Supply a week to get it in. I desperately called Owen and the sleepy little sweet pea ANSWERED....and blearily searched until he found the right one. He is zooming the right size stocking over in the Bug right now. 

Whew.

In less positive news, the City says that the dead tree that is in our neighbor's yard (the brick house at the end of the street) is actually in OUR yard and we have ten days to have it removed.

Yes.

What the hell will that cost?

I could just cry. Not sure what I'm going to do about that.

Onward.