It’s Annual Check Up day (click link for more info) for The Kid at the Pediatrics Cardiology Unit…

As every year around this time, my stomach is tied in knots…

Mentally I know that he’s fine, because really at no time in the past year he’s been displaying signs of the Brugada syndrome being active in his body…

Emotionally this is as it always is a somewhat nerve wracking day…

We are off this afternoon to the medical center for a cycling test, picking up the Holter ECG stuff and then off for a meeting with his cardiologist…

I am sure it will all be fine… but I just want this day to be over…

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UPDATE: Back home. The Kid got through the cycling test very well, then was hooked up for the Holter ECG (which he needs to keep on for 24 h, so no showering tonight nor tomorrow which he obviously finds very upsetting *sarcasm*). We then had a normal regular ECG done and then visited the Pediatrician. Preliminary results look OK. I will get the full results from the cycling test and 24 h Holter ECG on August 12, but all seems fine right now and we’ll probably get to stay away for another year. The Bionic Man a.k.a. The Kid says “hi”

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After finishing all the necessary pre-summer break office work yesterday, finding out that both bosses that said they might be in the remainder of this week had decided against that, having done all the filing and other chores around the office, and being ready to blow my own brains out by now…

I am having my summer break start a few days early…

Well, sort off. I have asked permission to finish the last part of work from home, which I was granted. And I promised that if I NEED to be in the office I will be available to go in for a few hours (if reaally necessary)

So there: from today on my working-from-home-sort-of-holiday has commenced! And from Saturday on, when The Kid is back home with me, my “real” summerbreak is SO on!

It will be around 35 C/95 F today, with 100% humidity

And yes, I know that many of you will be thinking “So what? We deal with that and worse on a daily basis.  Suck it up!”

But you have to understand that this country is not equipped for this

We do NOT have standard a/c in our houses

Nor in our office buildings or shops or malls or anywhere else

I am actually happy to be working today as the medical center fortunately does have a/c

Cos today is going to be a biotch!

I am feeling much better, my fever broke in the course of Friday morning and after a good nap at the end of the morning I felt much better. I even squeezed out my 2nd run of the week in the late afternoon and I managed to bake THIS to bring to my girlfriends place as a treat for everyone helping out with the move.

So I will be getting my butt in the car early Saturdaymorning and will be staying overnight to help out some more on Sunday.

Hope you have a great weekend, send some strength and good luck vibes over to us so the move will go off without a hitch!

I open the door and a tiny bearded guy is standing outside my door.

Tiny Bearded Guy: “Did you call about the duck?”

DutchBitch: “Umm sorry, what?”

Tiny Bearded Guy: “Did you call about t.h.e. d.u.c.k.”

DutchBitch: “Umm No.. I didn’t call about any duck”

Tiny Bearded Guy: “But they said this address”

DutchBitch: “Well, I still didn’t call about a duck, nobody here called about a duck”

Tiny Bearded Guy: * shrugs * “Hmm ok… Thanks” *walks off *

DutchBitch: “You’re welcome“

And because in EXACTLY 30 more days I will be high up in the air on my way to blisssss!

Can you see the difference in paycheck there?

This is why at times, the sarcastic bastard, on occassions that he leaves the office before me, sends me text messages from the parking facility saying he felt a “little bump” when pulling out of his parking spot, and it felt like he drove over something, but he couldn’t see anything and was not sure what it was…

Disclaimer: The DutchBitch is not liable and/or responsible for any side effects of the transplantation or transfusion of any of her blood and other cells into one of you bitches!

I figured as long as I was at the Bloodbank for the HLA typing thing, I might as well do my regular donation as well. What with my latest trips to the US, I have had to postpone donating a few times. I am not sure what kind of risks fraternizing with you lot result into, but apparently, after travelling to the US of A, I can’t donate blood for 28 days. What’s the hell that all about? What fucked up shit is in your atmosphere that the Dutch Blood Bank thinks they need measures like that?

Well, seeing as I hope to travel to the US fairly frequently, I have to plan my donations in between trips, I guess. Because I WILL donate at least 4-6 times/year!

Yup, that’d be my DutchBitch arm with the needle in it :)

Yesterday the donation went by fairly quickly, without a hitch, as per usual. The bloodbank chick did a great job putting in the needle and I had that sucker of a bag filled within half an hour. No problemo! And then of course I had to go back to the office with a huge dramatic bandage around my arm, so that everyone would walk by my desk, stop in shock and horror and ask what the hell was wrong with me… I told everyone to keep their pants on, that I “just” donated blood, no biggie, LOL. Wimps! And they work at a medical center! Pfffrrtttt!

* sigh *

The Kid (working on his bookreport): “So Mom? What is a pseudonym?”
DutchBitch: “A pseudonym? That’s when people use a different name, so not their own name, for something, like writers. People use pseudonyms to hide their real identity. Like singers or actors or such also sometimes use stage names. Sometimes because of privacy, sometimes because they think their own name is not cool enough, many reasons”
The Kid: “So WHY do they use those pseudonyms”
DutchBitch: “I just explained that to you!”
The Kid: “No, you didn’t!”
DutchBitch: “Yes I did!”

* Sigh *

DutchBitch: “Remember that this p.m. after school you are not going to post-school care but to your gran, ok?”
The Kid: “Why?”
DutchBitch: “Because post-school care is closed and I have to be at the office till 5 p.m. I am coming over to your gran after work and we’ll have dinner there and then go home”
The Kid: “OK”
2 mins later…
The Kid: “Oh Mom! Edith (post-school care) said she has a day off today. So where do I go after school!?!?!?!”

* SIGH *

DutchBitch: “Hon! Can you please go downstairs and put the trashcan at the roadside? They are coming to collect trash in the morning”
The Kid: “Whuuutt?”
DutchBitch: “Come here. Please go downstairs and put the trashcan out for me, ok?”
The Kid: “OK”
The Kid gets the housekeys, and walks out the door. Then half a sec later he’s back.
The Kid: “Umm… Mom.. WHAT did you want me to do?”

* SIIIIIGH! *

Seriously… SIGH… this in one ear, out the other thing is getting old. Any other parents or raisers-of-kids feeling like they are repeating themselves ALL THE FUCKING TIME!?!?

DutchBitch asked for a favor
While she’s gone to guest post.
Now here I am worried
With how to please her the most.

I’ve thought of it for weeks
Had ideas come and go.
Now the time is nigh
And my brain’s screaming, “FUCK NO!”

What time is it there?
How much is left on the clock?
Can I come up with something
‘Fore she takes aims at my… HEY!

Perhaps she’ll absolve me,
Let me off the hook this time.
She’d as soon bury me,
Cover my body in lime.

Can I run far, far away
Hide the rest of my life?
Nope, her friends will all find me
And cause far too much strife.

What the hell was I thinking
Accepting this damn chore?
The world will soon discover
I’m a helluva bore.

But write is what I will do,
I’ll make up something crass.
It may just sound cool
Not like it was pulled from my ass.

In my past writing gigs
I’ve attempted a poem.
That’s a great idea!
Now what the fuck rhymes with “poem”?

Who the hell am I fooling?
I have no writing skill.
May as well sit back
Make myself easier to kill.

I won’t put up a fight
Or make her hunt all that rough.
Disposing of my body
Will already be tough.

But should I survive,
Should DutchBitch have a heart,
I will try that much harder
Make kapgar.com somewhat smart.

I will sign off now
Before I get in too deep.
And hope against hope
Your good judgment’s still asleep.