Unless It's Monday
Back to Chicago for Lauran to see the migraine guys again. A checkup. Another one in a month. We took the boys. While she was with the quacks I took the boys around the North Clark neighborhood. We went to Borders, bought stuff; we went to Panera, bought stuff; we went to Best Buy, looked at stuff. All stuff we could have bought/looked at almost anywhere. Traffic was bad going in. It was worse going out. It took us an hour and forty-five minutes to go from Fullerton and Lake Shore to Gary! Bumper to bumper all through the city, on the Skyway, even the toll road! We could have driven to New Jersey in the amount of time we spent in the van yesterday.
Lauran is still dizzy (as in vertigo--she's a brunette) and at least half-stoned all the time from the meds, so I don't know why we all bother. I think next month I'll send her on a plane from Toledo. That would be a lot less driving--45 mins there, 45 back home, then pick her up at the end of the day. Of course, she won't fly. But she IS on a lot of drugs, so maybe I can talk her into it...