The hospital called this week to give us the information about the surgery on the pins in William’s leg. We need to be there two hours early and William shouldn’t eat or drink from midnight on the night before. On Thursday the hospital had called and needed more information. We got home too late to call. Tonight I was going to call. Maggie had listened to the messages because someone had called and she thought that it was a someone calling about an interview. We had about thirty seven messages on the machine that we didn’t need but hadn’t erased, so I began to go through them to find the one that was needed when the phone rang. After the phone call I went onto something else and completely forgot to call the hospital. When I remembered to call the hospital it was after quitting time. Total panic. We had gotten the message last night that the hospital needed more information and now it was after five on Friday and they hadn’t been called back. Sometimes we can’t get home any earlier, and sometimes things are missed. Even important things like surgery calls. If they have to move the surgery because they didn’t get the information from me in time, I will feel so bad. I found the phone number and called the hospital. They said that the surgery was Tuesday. I thought that it was on Thursday. … the receptionist tried to find anyone to talk to me. I told her that it was OK. She said that if I called back on Monday every thing would be OK. It shouldn’t be a problem if things are sorted out next week. I am so relieved. We made a big note on the calendar to call the hospital on Monday.