After Fluff's doctor's appointment today at the children's hospital, Doug picked her up on his way home from school and took her to daycare. This was around 12 p.m., which left me 2 hours to kill before my CPR & Safety course at 2:00 p.m. today. Doug was going to attend class with me but can't make it due to his sickness and not wanting to share that sickness with other people who have sick children.
I went to the small hospital cafeteria to grab something to eat with my NICU parent 20% off gift card.... during the buzz of lunch hour. The cafeteria is not very large, but I was quite overwhelmed. What did I want to eat? What WAS there to eat? I couldn't see the make-to-order food offerings for the mini-crowds in front of the separate stations. The "grab and go" options were sparse and unappealing. After a while, I gave up and bolted out of there. I glanced into the on-site pharmacy and the gift store for suitable "meal" options with no luck. Ultimately, I defaulted to the authorized Starbucks coffee shop across the hallway. There was no line, no pressure. I ordered my seasonal favorite peppermint mocha and grabbed a cookie to go with it.
After I had begun my journey to the NICU, I realized that I absolutely had to have something salty to go with my sweet drink and cookie. A quick stop to the vending area dictated that only cheez-its would do.
Presently, the cheez-its are gone. I've eaten half of the cookie, and I'm laboring through this grande peppermint mocha. I think tall Starbucks drinks are plenty. I meant to go back and see Squish from 1:30 to 2:00 p.m. before my class, but I knew I couldn't take my drink with me. Also, I think I needed this time to kind of be to myself. Although I'm in the NICU waiting room, I'm in my own zone. Seeing Squish prior to class would probably make it difficult for me to absorb the CPR class information. I haven't spent very much time alone for the past two years, but especially not since I've had Squish. It's possible that I'm just overstimulated.
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