So there I was at the supermarket after work. I needed stuff for kid's lunches on Monday, and since I'd picked up hours today at the last minute, I hadn't done my big weekly shop like I normally do. I'm working Sunday, too, so it was now or never. My bags full of granola bars and sliced turkey and applesauce, I was heading for the exit.
And who did I run into? One of my very favorite recent patients.
And I was in my scrubs.
A block from my house.
On a night when the boys are with their dad.
And I was supposed to be home alone.
I was not a happy camper.
Until Sasquatch called and said that his sleepover had fallen through.
And that he was on his way home.
Whew. I may sleep tonight after all.
Not that I'd ever let him know that.