Friday, September 11, 2009

Platelet day...

When I was changing The Boy this morning, I noticed a nice, new, pitch-black bruise on his thigh. "Platelet day," I thought. The Wife called an hour ago; yup, I was correct. Platelet day. Not as bad as blood day, but still a full day for her at the hospital.

To make things better, the back door of the minivan didn't close on their way in, and the light ran the battery down. It was probably on all night, come to think of it. So, when they went to go to the grocery store in between getting accessed & getting platelets, they couldn't. Perfect.