I have to remind myself all the time that my child is not the only one with serious health problems. I get so frustrated when his issues don't take top priority because I feel like they should. Deep inside, I think that I do feel like he'll be just fine waiting the four weeks, but I just don't feel like he should have to. I can't stop wondering about it, and I just want it done. Man, this is going to be a really long four weeks. I really need something else to concentrate my thoughts on.

I had a pretty strange experience today. Actually, I don't know if strange is the right word. Let's just say it was probably really beneficial for all involved that I was in a good mood otherwise because it had the potential to be a completely maddening experience. After days of argument, I finally conceded and agreed to take Ben's car in to get inspected and registered. The registration had expired in February. Even though they charge more, I took it to Jiffy Lube because they can actually print the stickers on site, and I just wanted to get it all done. I had some errands to run inside of Walmart, and they share a parking lot with Jiffy Lube, so I just dropped the car off and walked over. I had some business to do at my bank, which is inside of Walmart. I used to work at that bank, so I also took the time to visit with one of my friends who is still there. Then I picked up a few things for craft night. I wasn't there long, but I did take my time. When I got back to Jiffy Lube, I paid for the service and somehow got into a conversation with one of the guys about a tattoo that the drummer for Motley Crue (which would be Tommy Lee, and that seems a little odd) for a few minutes, but that really has nothing to do with the story other than to take time. When it was time to leave, a guy pointed to some keys as if to ask, "these yours?" I nodded my head no. He pointed to another. Another nod, no. Not good. Those were the only two sets of keys there. Everyone kind of got a weird look on their faces, and one guy said, "Well, maybe Dustin left them in the car. Why don't you go check." That didn't sound very reassuring. Why didn't they just ask Dustin what he did with them? I'll tell you why--because Dustin went home. To West Jordan. Of course, my keys were not in my car because they were in Dustin's pocket. At home. In West Jordan. Just a reminder, I live in Tooele. That's 45 mins. away, on a good day. They called Dustin and told him to get back. I called Ben to bring me another set of keys, so I wouldn't have to wait. I'm sure that he wasn't thrilled since he was at home with two, undressed, sleeping, sick children. Surprisingly, Dustin pulled into the parking lot just before Ben did. Also, surprisingly....or maybe not, he offered no apology or even the decency of delivering the keys to me himself. I did, however, get a free oil change for a future visit. I guess that's something.