If It Weren't for Bad Luck, I'd Have No Luck at All

Does anyone remember that segment of Hee Haw, where they sang that little ditty? My aunt reminded me of it this afternoon when I told her how my weekend was going.

Earlier this morning, I posted on how life was pretty stinky...the suppository has died and MUSC has chosen this particular moment in our financial distress to screw up our accounts and now they need $1600 RIGHT NOW or they will turn us over to collections. I didn't think it could get any worse.

Wrong.

This morning, while SuperHubby was at work - with the only car we have - FrogBoy informs me that he is peeing blood. Yes, you read that right. Now Froggie had a little hoohoo surgery when he was 10 months old (it was a hypospadius repair - the hole in the uretha was on the side instead of the top of his hoohoo) and the pediatric urologist who did his surgery told us we needed to be vigilant about things in the event he had urological issues in the future. He pees blood about every couple of years, and I guess it was just time, so this morning, we started that again.

So I have him pee for me. And I inspect him. And I call the on-call nurse at his pediatrician's office. Then I have to call SH, because we are advised to have him seen at the ER. At MUSC. Oh joy.

This is why I can't ever tell these MUSC people off - I need them too much. Between SuperHubby and FrogBoy, we should have our own parking pass. But I digress.

So we spent the better part of our day (4+ hours) at the Pediatric ER at MUSC. FrogBoy was amazing - he wasn't the least bit nervous, he smiled the whole time, he was really great. His biggest concern was that the bathroom wasn't cleaned to his specifications. My biggest concern was that they were going to insert a catheter tube you-know-where to check for blockage, but thankfully it didn't come to that. They had a TV in his room so he spent 4 hours watching Cartoon Network - so he was happy.

They ran tests on his urine and it looks like it's a fluke - praise God. We have to keep an eye on things, but this is a way better outcome than it could have been. So once again, bad day, good results.

Then I remembered that our upstairs toilet has stopped working - so we're down to 1 potty. Which would be really bad if we still lived in our house, which only had 1 potty, but we have 2 here, so it's more inconvenient than anything.

Hence the comment from my aunt: If you didn't have bad luck, you wouldn't have any luck at all.