say if your girl
starts actin up,
then you take
Or make that, then you take her to the children's hospital.
What a shocker of a weekend.
One minute I was on my way out to play tennis, keys in hand, the next I'm rushing my daughter to an urgent care center with severe abdominal pain and vomiting.
A few hours and a myriad of uncertain diagnoses later, we're at a radiological center for a CAT scan of her abdomen.
By the end of the day we were told to rush her to the children's hospital for emergency surgery. As much as one can rush while crossing town during Friday rush hour.
By evening she was recovering in her hospital room, two small incisions and a heart shaped bandaid on her belly button, quietly but happily in control of the remote, eating graham crackers and apple juice.
By bedtime, chocolate pudding. (That's my girl!)
By lunchtime the following day, discharged. The family in the car, taking her home.
Finally, a stop off at Sandy's for an ice cream cone.
I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hop, a you don't stop the rock it
to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
skiddlee beebob a we rock
a scoobie doo
and guess what america we love you
Especially when you provide surgeons and hospitals who return my daughter to good health.
And that's this Rapper's Delight: