Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Small Farmers
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Now I Believe Her
They took her for a CT scan.
They thought she might have a hidden abscess behind her tonsil.
Instead they found that she had a sinus infection, an ear infection in both ears,
AND severe tonsillitis (we already knew that.)
Then they swabbed up her nose and down her throat.
She kinda hated that.
Those tests showed she had mycoplasma pneumonia and adenovirus.
That's kinda a lot to have wrong with you at once.
The infected tonsils were essentially creating a germ factory.
Her tonsillectomy for January 4 got cancelled because they were worried she would end up on a ventilator if they operated.
Yikes!
She was sent home with a months worth of antibiotics.
One of them tasted so badly she threw up.
In my mouth. (I had it open, cheering for her.)
It got all over my face too.
First time in five years she's ever thrown up.
I now consider us even - I didn't believe her throat hurt, she threw up in my mouth.
Fair and square.
We got rescheduled for another tonsillectomy on February 8 . . . tomorrow.
She still complains of her throat hurting every day.
Only now I believe her.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
A Tale of Two Turkeys
grandfather. I would include my nana here too but I am certain she wouldn't appreciate being called an "old timer." I almost choked on my turkey during a certain conversation with my great uncle Frank. It kinda went like this . . .
Me: I didn't know you were sick.
Him: Yeah, I have cancer a foot up my dupa!
I hope you don't need me to translate what he meant by "dupa." Ahh, I guess you can say things when you are in your 90s that you just can't get away with saying any other time. I still laugh when I think of the awkward silence after he said that . . . . kinda like, did he just say what I think he said????
I love my family!
We spent the next couple couple days playing some cut throat games of Carcassonne
and enjoying each other's company.
I'll Want To Remember This Someday
Megan settled for my chair!
Not shown:
Brendan throwing a tantrum THIS BIG while I took my oath of office. Seriously, people are still talking about it. Imagine John wrestling with a screaming Brendan, me so stressed I raised my left hand instead of my right, and Megan stepping in to hold the Bible because John's hands were FULL. Good times! That is what they get for scheduling my oath of office at bedtime.
Cutest moment of the night: Megan asking me if they were going to have crafts for the kids.
Hmmm, maybe something we should consider in the future!






