I nearly reverted back to Grumpy yesterday. Nearly. I took my 21 year old son to get his tonsils out yesterday. Yes, I know. We are terrible parents. We should have done it years ago. He has been sick with colds, strep, etc. off and on for years and it should have been taken care of when he was much younger. But it wasn't. So there. Anyway . . .
My plan was to see him checked in, talk to the Doc (ha! get it? "Doc") and then go back to work until they called me to pick him up. The nurse called him back to change into his beautiful flowing gown and then called me back to sit with him until Doc came and talked to us. Okay, no problem. A few minutes and then I'd be back at my job where they absolutely can't get along without me.
So, I'm sitting in the chair next to my son, who is lying down with an IV and other stuff hooked up to him, on him and around him. He watched ESPN and didn't feel much like talking, so I played Yahtzee on my phone. I thought I might have time for at least one game. Half hour, 45 minutes, one hour, one hour fifteen minutes, 30 games later . . . I'm starting to wonder if I should start getting grumpy. I don't really like to be grumpy without cause . . . (except for the other day) . . . so I wanted to make sure that I had a reason. I started thinking, "Well! My time is just as valuable as Doc's! How dare him keep ME waiting all this time!! I'm going to deduct my time away from work from his bill!" Well, of course, I knew that things happen and sometimes Docs have to deal with other things. (like lunch or golf). So, I decided to give him the benefit of my doubt and not get grumpy. Not yet, anyway. One hour thirty minutes. One hour forty-five minutes. By now I thought I had cause to be grumpy. Two hours. Yes, I was grumpy. Finally Doc came into the room. I had never met him. As soon as I saw him my grumpy melted away. He actually looked like dwarf Doc, but not so short. AND . . . he had the disposition of Happy. He was extremely sweet and there was no way I could be grumpy at him.
That was a close one!!
(P.S. All went well and my son's devil tonsils were successfully exorcised from his angel throat.)