Oh my! Have we been busy here in the Spa City. We are finally in our new home. And by in the home I mean most of my belongings are in the garage, but "in the house" it is. As if moving isn't enough, my appendix decided to fill with fluid. Lovely!
On the 18th I awoke at 1:30 with what I thought was just cramps and by 6:30 decided I might have appendicitis. I called my assistant principal at 5:30 to secure a sub and Seth called at 7:00 to let his principal know he was taking me to the doctor. We went to a walk-in clinic at around 8:30 and they did some testing. They tested my white blood count. A normal wbc is around 11 thousand. Mine was 21 thousand. They then decided I needed a CT scan, but they couldn't schedule this until 11:30. At 10:00 they wheel me over the the CT waiting room where I politely drank the delicious beverage that would coat my stomach so the technician could get a better picture of my abdomen. Luckily I did not have to sit there for 1 1/2 hours in pain to have yet another needle jammed into my arm so that some iodine could make me feel as if I was wetting myself. The very nice technician listened to my sob story about how everyone has a hard time getting an IV in my veins. She was kind enough to put in a more permanent IV that could stay in in the event that my appendix would have to be removed. She is now my best friend because she saved me an additional painful needle wiggling, fist clenching stab. My CT scan showed that my appendix was fluid filled. I believe the nurse said my appendix was aggravated not angry. She obviously knew I needed a fourth grade explanation!
By 2:30 I was admitted to the hospital and by 5:00ish a morphine pump was attached to my IV! Heaven! At 7:15 I was taken to surgery and awoke to three comical nurses applying attractive support hose to my legs to prevent blood clots. Had I known we were going to get so personal I would have shaved my legs! I think I even said that to them, you know what anesthesia can do to a person! I am now fine and was released by the doctor today to "do whatever". I was only banned from lifting so I guess I can go lift some of the aforementioned boxes and unpack them in the house.
While decorating for Christmas, Drew and I found his cup and plate to leave out for Santa. We discussed how Santa would need a snack after carrying all Drew's presents down the chimney. Drew said he'd leave cookies and beanie weenies. I think the convo went like this:
Me: We will make some cookies and leave them out for Santa.
D: I'll share with Santa. He like beanie weenies, Mommy?
Me: I'm not sure. Let's ask Daddy.
D: Daddy, Santa like beanie weenies?
S: Sure, I bet Santa would eat beanie weenies.
D: Good. Milk, cookies, beanie weenies.
Now doesn't that make you want to hurl?
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