Well, SS had an appt with a pediatric cardiologist today. Dr did an Echo and some other tests -- there is NOTHING WRONG with his heart!

Woohoo!!!

Yay!!!

Yes, I actually went to the appt. I wouldn't normally have, because, well, taking the skids to Drs appts doesn't fall into my category of "give a crap." However, I did decide to go with this one. More to support my DH than anything. Again, not that I wanted SS to be sick, or that I wouldn't be sad and scared if there happened to be something wrong with his heart, but, well, you know...

We pulled into the parking lot at the same time BM -- with her husband, their child, SD, and SS -- pulled in. Oh joy, it was a "family" reunion.

I haven't seen BM since... uhhh... probably a year or so. I honestly don't remember the last time I saw her.

Ugg. I feel happy that there is nothing wrong with SS, but *soiled* from having to hang around with BM's husband and their child in the Drs waiting room for TWO hours. :sick:

By the time the appt was done and over with, I wanted the hell out of there. Everyone was standing around in the waiting room, staring at one another, the skids climbing all over DH. I said to DH, "ok... let's go."

*motioning for the door*

I had zero desire to sit around there anymore. ALSO, we were going to head out to my dads house afterward to see my brother, whom I haven't seen since Christmas. So, yeah, I was in a hurry. Well then they are all walking slow to through the building to the car. Sheesh. Really? I'm not a slow person anyway. I am always in a hurry. So I just kept walking. On top of my "hurry," I had my school bag with me -- that weighs about 25lbs -- carrying it and having it dig into my shoulders. Yes, again, I was in a hurry. Then, when we got out to the parking lot, I walked to my car to put my bag away because it was so heavy -- BM construed this as I was walking away without saying good-bye. So she yells out, "BYE LRP75!"

Admittedly, the tone of her voice was... "wounded"...

I didn't mean it to seem like I was walking away without saying good-bye, I really did need to put my bag down. It was freaking heavy. On top of that, I had zero desire to stand around, in the 90 degree heat, full sun, in a parking lot, talking to BM and the skids. I was D-O-N-E. I paid my dues.

Anywho, just wanted to update anyone who cared that SS is fine and there is nothing wrong with him.