Meredith: I'm thinking of an animal that's like a chicken, only bigger.
Charlie: A chicken.
Meredith: No, bigger than a chicken. You eat it at Thanksgiving.
Jill: You eat it on sandwiches a lot.
Charlie: (big pause, thinking...) Jelly?
Meredith accompanied us on a medical marathon today that made Oscar's hearing test look like a piece of cherry f*&%ing pie. First there was the gridlock traffic. Then the IV sedation. I just sat there with my mouth open while Meredith created a constant, compelling stream of distracting games, jokes, and stories. The needle went in, Charlie shrieked, and then went right back to trading stories with Meredith. Then Meredith took care of Oscar while I sat with Charlie in the Fenway Park CT scan room. Then we all sat together in recovery for, like, EVER, while poor Charlie came out of his stupor. Oh, and, she bought me a sandwich.
And it's not over yet!
We then went across the street to meet with a Dr. Trevor McGill who could not have been sweeter even though we were at this point (ahem) TWO HOURS LATE for our appointment. Dr. McGill told Charlie several times in his adorable brogue that Charlie is "the best guy in the world." He told me that the planned extra-ear-canal-ectomy would be tricky business indeed.
Charlie, Oscar and I left our house at 7:40 and returned at 4:10. We are exhausted, and we are eternally grateful to our amazing friend Meredith.
Wow. wish I had a Meredith in my life.
Posted by: Lee | March 04, 2009 at 08:53 AM
Jill, it was my pleasure because if I hadn't come I would never have been regaled by Charlie with stories of Batman pooping on the potty! A superhero INDEED! (They never put that in the comic books)
Posted by: Meredith | March 04, 2009 at 03:05 PM