Shall I tell you about my best day ever?

It started with me taking the day off, after a quiet night on call. I had my second doctor’s appointment of the week, and even though there were words thrown around that I didn’t want to hear, like bloodwork and scheduled section and bedrest and lovenox, we were very reassured that another child is at least within the realm of possibility. We need to process and discuss and think, but the news was overall good.

Then, we had breakfast. When was the last time you had a real breakfast on a weekday, with eggs and pancakes and already buttered toast? My day was already turning out fabulous, when my boss called to say he hated to bother me at home, but he thought I’d like to know that another full time doctor (in December, but still!) has been approved for my office. And oh yeah, it’s the person I asked for. And, oh yeah, I’m getting a bonus. And then Josie and I both took naps. In the middle of the day!

Have I mentioned my Deep and Powerful love of Richard Shindell? If I haven’t, well, I have a Deep and Powerful love of Richard Shindell, who was playing in Pittsburgh tonight. Guess who was sitting in the very front sipping martinis?

Honestly, you can’t make up days like this. Best day ever!