“What are you?”
“I’m two”
Technically correct, anyways.
Marty and I were ready to trick or treat the entire
neighborhood, but after one solid block Logan was asking to go home. And eat
his ‘new dinner’ which he apparently thought was coming from his bucket of
candy.
This past week was a doozy as one of my very best friends
was hospitalized for a ruptured appendix. And you may think that this means
emergency surgery like the rest of us, but it actually doesn’t anymore. I guess
if you’re lucky enough to be diagnosed with appendicitis that’s a fairly easy
surgery, but once it ruptures you are in for a world of hurt. Protocol nowadays is inserting a drain and
pumping you full of antibiotics to kill the infection before surgery is even
considered. I got to her right after they put the drain in and wasn’t prepared
for what I was walking into. I figured she’d be sitting in bed making her
typical sarcastic comments but instead walked into a very quiet, dark room with
Kari in so much pain she could barely utter a word much less stay conscious. Her
mom-in-law was puttering around constantly putting cold cloths on her forehead
to help get her high fever down and I tried to stave off the tears and sat and
held her hand for a long time. I went to see her every day and by Friday
afternoon she was in much better spirits but still stuck in the hospital (until
today). I’m very glad she’s recovering
in her own home finally.
Marty’s birthday was Saturday and we had an action packed
day:
Birthday party #1 included pony rides, pizza, and cake.
Birthday party #2 included bouncey houses, pizza and cake.Birthday party #3 included beer, beer, and beer.
Guess which parties where for Logan and which were for
Marty. Har de har har.
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Daycare Halloween Parade |
2 comments:
Glad your friend is doing better. Sounds scary.
kari is a bad ass and when i heard that she was dealing with this i knew she was in good hands but it doesnt make it any more comfortable. She is lucky to have you and i am sure she will recover like a trooper:)
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