This Weekend's Goings On

So - yet another blog interruption. This one caused by vomiting, shivering, pale as a vampire 9 year old. Poor little thing got up on Friday morning and I knew that the one thing I had on the schedule that entire week had to go. (Don't you just love that? This one was only my annual lady exam but when it takes about three months to get an appointment, it's a bit annoying to have to cancel it. Plus, they charge you $25 if you give less than 24 hours' notice.)
Anyway, the Ball & Chain wasn't able to stay home and hey - that gives me another two to three months to lose half my body weight before my next appointment. (They weigh you out in the hallway for crying out loud.) The B&C suggested that I should just take the Little Guy, but since the place is often full of pregnant women, I didn't think that would go down too well. Plus, I'm never in and out in under 90 minutes. Oh yes, they call your name and march you away from the waiting room bang on time, but over here they shove you into a little examining room and make you change into a paper gown. Thirty minutes later a nurse comes in and takes your vitals; then she leaves and you sit for another thirty minutes. Just as you think you'll die waiting, the doctor comes in and, well - most of you know the rest. These days, my doc's office (which is what they call it over here incidentally) offers blood work, so most people now kill two birds with one stone and get that done, adding at least another half an hour. Not really fair on a poorly child to make him sit up straight in a waiting room for that long. I must be psychic because he started vomiting at exactly the time I would have been up in the stirrups too!
So in between taking temperatures, editing stuff, and mopping up you-know-what. we huddled on the sofa and watched Hotel Transylvania, and I tried not to inhale. 
Miraculously, I'm still standing.