October 16, 2007

• Lawyers, Accountants, and Doctors, Oh My!

  Time for a little stress-relief blogging. 
    
  I got up early and got Daughter1 up and ready for school.  She informed me that her glasses had broken. Again.  ( Zisixi fixed them last night.)  We got to school and I had five minutes to fill out her school picture form,. figure out what "package" to get, and write a check.

  Then I drove to LensCrafters to get her glasses fixed.  They didn't open until 9:30. I drove over to Dunn Brothers for coffee, and stopped at Half Price Books.  I got a book about Taoist masters for Zisixi, a book about the Iroquois for Daughter1's history paper, and Lilo & Stitch 2 and Open Season ($2 each) for the kids to watch tonight.  Zisixi and I were planning to meet some friends for dinner, and then go to see David Sedaris at the State Theater.

  I got the glasses fixed, and drove back to school to drop them off for Daughter1.

  On the way home, I stopped at the accountants' office to check on some tax paperwork.  Last Thursday, I had dropped off the business' quarterly 941 form for them to review. I thought it needed to be filed by the 15th.  It turns out that it doesn't have to be filed until the end of the month.  I guess I should know that, but I'm switching accountants, and this is the first quarterly report with the new accountant. 

  Then I went home, got the other girls something to eat, and read-aloud The Princess Academy.  (Daughter2 had a small meltdown last night because I was too tired to read when we got home from Winona.)

  I got a call from the woman who is buying my mother-in-law's home, and she needed me to fax the purchase agreement to her loan officer.  I also faxed it to the title company, and the estate lawyer.  I had to fight with the printer/fax/copier, as stuff kind of got jammed, it said it needed more paper, had to change the cyan...

  I encouraged Zisixi to stay home today, as he was still not feeling well  after  getting hit by the semi last week.  He slept much of the morning, and got up around 1pm.  When he got up, he was really out of it, and still had a raging migraine-like headache, along with nausea.  I followed him to the mechanic so he could drop off his car, and then drove him to his chiropractic appointment at 2:30.  Then I drove the girls over to pick up Daughter1, and returned to pick up Zisixi.  The chiropractor, massage therapist, and the office workers were all very concerned, and had called in a referral for an MRI.  They advised me to get him in as soon as possible.  Sometimes concussion symptoms can show up several days after the impact.

  Since it would take about an hour and a half to get him into the radiologists' system, we decided to go to a reflexology appointment, and then try to get the appointment for the MRI.  I debated taking him directly to the emergency room, since we passed it on the way to the therapist's house.   I asked him, and he said, no, he wanted to go to reflexology first.  I figured if things got really bad, we were only about 2 blocks from the hospital.  At that point, he was in so much pain that his communication was in mumbles and grunts.

  The reflexology was amazing.  He went from being white as a sheet and ready to throw up, to wanting pho at the Vietnamese restaurant.  We sat down and I made an MRI appointment - the first thing they had was tomorrow morning.  Then we ordered our food, with the usual description of Zisixi's allergies:  no corn starch, no corn syrup, no wine, no onions...  He got the pho, and I got fish (lots of ginger and garlic for their anti-inflammatory properties.)  He had ordered the steamed fish before, and we made absolutely sure the waitress understood that I wanted ONLY the ginger sauce, which doesn't have corn starch.  It took a while for my fish, and when she brought it to the table, it had the black bean sauce, which does have corn starch! 

  The waitress apologized profusely, and suggested we order the fish with Vietnamese fish sauce next time, and order the sauce on the side.  Zisixi thought that would be a fine idea, and expressed his love of nuoc mam, and she started telling us how her mom made home-made nuoc mam.  The waitress' childhood neighbor used to love the nuoc mam so much that she would come to their house and eat all of it. Finally her mother made a batch for the neighbor.  Later, the neighbor was driving to work with the fish sauce in her car and had to stop suddenly.  The nuoc mam spilled all over her car.  She wasn't mad that her car would be all stinky, she was upset that she lost all of her delicious nuoc mam!

  Though now able to carry on a conversation, we decided trying to get to Minneapolis to see David Sedaris wouldn't be a great idea.

  So we are home, and I am waiting for Daughter1 to finish her homework so I can go to bed!

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