Sad afternoon....

I went into work extra early this morning
so I could leave in time to take the Boybird
to the Mall.
I got all of my work done,
ran out of the building,
up the stairs to the parking deck
and began to head toward home.
I called the Boybird's hoouse to let them know my
approximate time of arrival,
and they said they were just about to head out to the
doctor
as the Boybird had some GI symptoms
(I'll spare you the details)
of concern
and they did not want to end up in the ER
on a Holiday weekend.
I fretted for two hours until I heard from them.
His prescription for the medication that had been helping so much
was only for thirty days
(EVEN THOUGH THE GI DOC SAID HE SHOULD BE ON IT AS LONG AS NEED BE....)
and of course, since it was now after 5pm
and July 4th is tomorrow....
no new scrp will be written until Monday at the earliest.
I'm just TOTALLY frustrated.
I'm not sure WHO is dropping the ball here,
and I need to calm down
before heads begin to roll,
but the upshot of this whole thing is that he will not feel well
on one of his favorite holidays of the year.
The fireworks...he LOVES the fireworks.
I have to work tomorrow,
unpacking all of the goodies we have received
to open our *SHOP*.
That will be a good distraction.
I have already emailed the GI doc and the manager
who advocates for the Boybird....
I think I'll go knit for awhile
and try to unsadden myself.