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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
and so the year ended~
A most interesting way to end the year. The 10th of December, with no shopping done at all for the lil'ones holidays and the tree standing undecorated in the front room...I got sick. I woke up sick at 4 in the morning that Monday. Suffered through lil'ones going to school and spent the better part of the morning sitting on the floor in the bathroom. I finally went to the Dr, something just wasn't right. It just felt wrong.
A couple of tests, some blood work, an ultrasound and CT scan later my appendix came out. And a hernia was repaired since they were in there anyways. They told me later I was one lucky little girl to have come when I did that it couldn't have waited any longer.
Did I mention I had done absolutely NO shopping for the holidays and that this was the 10th of December with 15 days left till gift giving?
The first week was living hell. The second week not much better. The third week I gave up and this week I just wash my hands of the whole affair.
I ticked off both men because I laid in the hospital bed crying when they told me I could leave. I cried so hard and so long that I did not want to go home that they sent a woman in to talk to me to find out if I was afraid of going home or if I was in danger. I just kept crying that there were all these lil'ones at home and couldn't I please stay there? They sent me home anyways. Less than an 18 hour stay in the hospital for what is considered major surgery and people still think our health care isn't screwed up all to hell???
All I have to say is that both men had an operation within the last year and neither man wanted for anything and had the best possible care taken of him during his recovery. I wish I had had a me to take care of me.
Slowly, slowly life returns to normal. I am just tired now mostly. The pain is nearly gone except when I try and sleep in the bed or when I am trying to get something done. I saw the Dr again last week, he told me I was within normal recovery times for what all he did. To keep taking the pain medication till I did not need anymore and to take it easy for a couple more weeks (yeah right...like that's going to happen anymore than it did the first couple of weeks! Who can do that? Who can do nothing when everything must be done? Who? Who is able to do that?)
What a way to end the year that has already been difficult. By the way, the lil'ones did get their Santa Claus. I went out, shopped and decorated the tree so they wouldn't miss anything. I guess I did have me to take care of me after all :)
A most interesting way to end the year. The 10th of December, with no shopping done at all for the lil'ones holidays and the tree standing undecorated in the front room...I got sick. I woke up sick at 4 in the morning that Monday. Suffered through lil'ones going to school and spent the better part of the morning sitting on the floor in the bathroom. I finally went to the Dr, something just wasn't right. It just felt wrong.
A couple of tests, some blood work, an ultrasound and CT scan later my appendix came out. And a hernia was repaired since they were in there anyways. They told me later I was one lucky little girl to have come when I did that it couldn't have waited any longer.
Did I mention I had done absolutely NO shopping for the holidays and that this was the 10th of December with 15 days left till gift giving?
The first week was living hell. The second week not much better. The third week I gave up and this week I just wash my hands of the whole affair.
I ticked off both men because I laid in the hospital bed crying when they told me I could leave. I cried so hard and so long that I did not want to go home that they sent a woman in to talk to me to find out if I was afraid of going home or if I was in danger. I just kept crying that there were all these lil'ones at home and couldn't I please stay there? They sent me home anyways. Less than an 18 hour stay in the hospital for what is considered major surgery and people still think our health care isn't screwed up all to hell???
All I have to say is that both men had an operation within the last year and neither man wanted for anything and had the best possible care taken of him during his recovery. I wish I had had a me to take care of me.
Slowly, slowly life returns to normal. I am just tired now mostly. The pain is nearly gone except when I try and sleep in the bed or when I am trying to get something done. I saw the Dr again last week, he told me I was within normal recovery times for what all he did. To keep taking the pain medication till I did not need anymore and to take it easy for a couple more weeks (yeah right...like that's going to happen anymore than it did the first couple of weeks! Who can do that? Who can do nothing when everything must be done? Who? Who is able to do that?)
What a way to end the year that has already been difficult. By the way, the lil'ones did get their Santa Claus. I went out, shopped and decorated the tree so they wouldn't miss anything. I guess I did have me to take care of me after all :)
Labels: family, Holidays, sickness and health
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