July 1, 2011
of gallbladders and summer
So. Sunday night. Or was it Monday morning? Midnight. I wake up with that chest pain again, except this time it’s worse. So much worse.
I was working on a whole post about the incident, but I got sick of it, so here’s the short version: I was writing on the couch in uncontrollable pain – unable to talk or breathe, Noah called 911, an ambulance came, the paramedics were witty (which, if you know me at all, I liked), went to the hospital, got morphine, got more morphine, was told to pee in a cup and came out with an empty cup (whoops) (also, not the first time that’s happened), was sent home, came back a couple hours later for an ultrasound, sat in a gross waiting room, spoke to a doctor, was told to see a surgeon to talk about removing me gallstone-infested gallbladder. Super.
I saw a doctor at a clinic on Tuesday and he referred me to a surgeon who called yesterday and is seeing me next Tuesday and will decide if and/or when to schedule the gallbladderectomy. (Yes, I know that’s not the proper term.)
So, yea, that’s been going on.
Besides my moving into the ER and making sure I know all the hospitals in the city intimately, we’ve been loving this Saskatchewan summer. We’ve hung out with friends, spent a lot of time at the splash park, jumped on the trampoline, run through the sprinkler, and gone on tons of walks/bike rides. On Sunday, we do something we also do every summer: bring Kaylie to camp. As much as “only” having two kids for a week will be swell, I’m going to miss her. I do every year.
It’ll just be her and me in the car on the way there, and just me on the way back. I had intended to make it a family affair, but Liliana didn’t really enjoy the trip to Regina last week and so we decided that she and Noah would stay behind, and then I figured it wouldn’t be fair to submit Preston to the torture of a three-hour round trip, so I’m leaving him behind too. (This is going to be REALLY hard for me, but I know it’s better for him.) (Have I mentioned how much I hate leaving my children? Especially when they’re so little?)
Kaylie is sooo excited, though, and she’s trying out a different camp than the one she’s gone to the last two years. She saw a promo video for this one at church and decided to switch, since her cousin isn’t going to be at the other camp this year anyway.
One question though, why do they not have summer camp for four-year-olds?
Yeah, let’s kick that gallbladder to the curb if it’s going to be like that. Naughty step that sucker for good!
I think if you’ve ever had more than 2 four year olds in the same place for more than an hour you may know the answer….The noise alone would kill enough brain cells to render anyone incapable of providing care for said children :-)
Here we have a “Princess Camp” at a local dance school. It’s actually really inexpensive, you drop your little one off each morning for 4 hours and then pick them up, they feel like it’s camp but they also get to come home, they also get princess training – which if nothing else will be entertaining
I know why…..they don’t stay. but you could try finding a church that does vbs.
Gall stones? Aha! The mystery pain from post Preston delivery is solved!
No fun though. Get the buggers out and go back to eating real food!
:)
Oh. I thought you meant you’d written another post about going vegan etc. I read this one already! But how would you know, because I was lame and didn’t comment. Um…I hope you aren’t going sugar-free forever because I have some Oreos waiting to be mailed to you. :-)