Our Lobby Friend

Seriously, there really is never a dull moment around here.

Yesterday, Elijah had the staples from his head removed and then ABA therapy in the afternoon. Near the end of his therapy, his therapist brought Elijah to me and asked me to take his temperature. I did and it was over 100. Bummer. Therapy was obviously cancelled from that point and cancelled for today.

Last evening, Andy and I decided to take Elijah to Urgent Care. When he'd had his staples removed, they said to watch for a fever, a sign of infection. Elijah's nose has been stuffy for almost two weeks and we figured it wouldn't hurt to get him seen as soon as possible.

We took him in and found out he has an ear infection, his first in his four and a half years. Interestingly, he didn't have a fever at the clinic, which makes me wonder if our thermometer is inaccurate. Today, we're having a sick day together, wearing elastic pants and generally behaving as we usually do (a cold doesn't slow this kid down). Oh, and his head wound isn't infected and is looking great, by the way.

While we were waiting to be seen at Urgent Care, a guy in the lobby started to chat with us. He reminded me of my dad, if only for one reason - they both like to find strangers and carry on a conversation (hi dad!).

The guy told us that he drove truck for a living, how he'd driven all night, that he'd gotten only two hours of sleep, that his apartment wouldn't allow him to have a dish so he had cable which was "so stupid", that he'd gotten an extra hundred bucks to unload his trailer earlier that day.

I told him I hoped he'd get some sleep that night.

"Oh, yeah, I will. There's only one show I want to stay up for tonight," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"One Tree Hill," he replied.

He told us how he'd gotten hooked when he was living with someone who watched it.

Then he mentioned that the only other show he was hooked on was WWE wrestling.

Last night, I was flipping channels and saw that One Tree Hill was airing. I laughed. Imagining this rough and tumble WWE-fan truck driver sitting on his couch watching a show that is marketed towards the young and female struck me as so, so funny.

There's something admirable about a person who isn't ashamed to admit that they like something that might be embarrassing. Everyone needs a harmless guilty pleasure.

Good for you, lobby friend. I hope you enjoyed your show and slept well last night.

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