It is now 3:45 PM on the 15th day of September. One day after Dallas Winston, Bodhi, and James Dalton died. Loni and I arrived at Kaiser hospital off of Zion Road in San Diego at 1:38 PM. We had an appointment earlier today in Rancho Bernardo where we were told that today was going to be the day. This little nino couldn't have come at a better time. Loni has the most insane tooth ache from a butcher of a dentist. Apparently, all her nerves weren't fixed during that Tijuana job root canal 1 1/2 years ago.
Last night was bad for her. She was up all night from the pain. I couldn't sleep knowing she was in the living room, crying and pleading by herself. Loni couldn't take more than Tylenol Extra strength, so it was doing little more than dulling her pain. We were both pleased to go to our scheduled appointment today with Nurse Brennan. (Loni is convinced I have a crush on her.) After much talk about the tooth ache and Lon Dogg's blood pressure, Brennan decided we come down to Zion to induce this little beaner out.
So, that places us here. In a small room with Nurse Knick Knick, our burping sidekick nurse, kicking Loni down with Vicodin. Her pusher.
Am I nervous?
Not yet.
Am I sweaty?
Yes, yes I am.
Knick Squared, as she wrote her name on our birth plan bulletin board (now is not the time for humor, Knick Knick), just asked Loni if she "caught her pee pee in the bucket." If this is going to be all pee pee poo poo talk, maybe I won't be as bored as I thought waiting for Dezmond to show up.
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