An OK Friday

We had the first of the weekly doctor visits this morning. It’s Good Friday, there were only 2 doctors there, and we were the last scheduled appointment of the day at 11:30, so we got through it pretty quick. All is well, so nothing to report other than the doctor congratulating Peter’s Mom for still having ankles.

They also got a blood sample from her finger to test something to do with hemoglobin. She passed, and I didn’t pass out, so we both did well, I guess. I’m not a wuss, mind you, but real blood – right in front of me – can make me a little squeamish. Fake blood is no problem, because it’s fake. Guts for that matter, too. You could show me some gory schlock movie and I probably wouldn’t bat an eye. Show me a paper cut and I get light-headed.

I’ll be fine for the delivery, though. I gotta be there for my wife. However, if it was anybody else I’d be as tough as wet kleenex.

Actually, hospitals themselves make me uneasy. Well, older ones anyway. Usually they have that all-white, linoleum-floored, fluorescent-lit look to them. “Antiseptic” does not really equate with “comforting.” From what I remember of our field trip in birthing school, the maternity rooms are much less cold in appearance. At least I hope that’s it.