Jackie Danicki

As in, he finally had those tests, and they came back all clear. To say I am relieved is somewhat of an understatment, though this is all assuming the doctor(s) got it right. Bonuses: Antoine is now out of the hospital, and will be flying to Cincinnati on Saturday.

At around 6 this morning, after we spoke on the phone, I texted Antoine and told him that I was sick with worry and wished I was there to throw one of my trademark fits against rigid, failing systems. (MANY thanks to Adriana for hearing my call to action and leaning on Antoine, with me, to throw a strop and pressure them to get him out of that bugbin of a hospital today. Antoine doesn’t take crap from anybody, ever, but his legendary patience can sometimes extend a teensy bit too far in situations where losing your rag in a polite but firm way can really move things along.) All I know is, he had a hospital bureaucrat eating out of the palm of his hand before too long, the tests were performed, and now he’s on his way home.

While I won’t soon forget the frustration, worry, and annoyance of the last three days, all I’m really feeling right now is immense gratitude and relief. Thanks to everyone who, through this blog, held my hand through the worst of it. It did help.

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