12-5-2010 Week in Review…

I didn’t take very many pictures this week.  I didn’t’ feel well.  So here’s an old one you never got to see…

And some that didn’t make it in the last few weeks…

Dade at his wrestling match (he’s the 3rd kid from the end on the yellow mat with the white shirt)

Thanksgiving @ Tammy’s…

And Gma as Pocahontas (it’s a glow stick crown) and the boys’ b-day cake (it’s butterfinger icing!).

So, I’m going to give you a “short” run down as I’m still in pain but, luckily, it’s a different kind of pain…

Mon – Me=in pain.  We managed to make it to the grocery store where Ella witnessed an elderly woman have a very scary fall and she alerted everyone.  Way to go, Ella!

Tues – FINALLY a doctors appt!!  I went in in pain…they were 45 minutes behind schedule so when it was time to get me an emergency ultrasound…everyone had gone to lunch.  She said go home and we’ll call you when they’re back.  No one called.

Dade had another wrestling match and lucky for him, the varsity kid on his team was over weight so Dade got to wrestle varsity and won!  His coach was so impressed that he called him up the next day and gave him a special award for everything he’d done.  Awesome!

Wed – I call and call and call and they finally get me an ultrasound appt.  (Thanks, Jessie for watching the kids!)  Dr. says that my doctor can see the results as soon as they finish so they should call me soon.  No one calls or returns my calls….

To make me feel better.. Ryan gave me an early Christmas Present!!  A new 50mm 1.4G Nikon lens!!!!!!!!!!!!  It can practically take pictures in the dark with no flash!  I’m in love. (with the hubby and the lens).

This week I envisioned getting a magical 4 generation pic done.  My plan was an antique chair out on a leaf covered lane with GGma in the chair and the rest of us gathered around.  I can just see it, and it’s gorgeous!…but it rained on Thanksgiving and so Ryan snapped this one for me…not quite the same but it will have to do.

Sweet Sylvie and my typical living room floor…

Tooth brushing time….Ella’s standing on a stool my grandfather made…

The next 3 pictures were taken in the DARK! Yes, the lights were OFF and all I had to do was rest my camera on the door frame and got these!!  I ♥ my new lens.

Thurs – Thursday was the start of the annual Christmas community celebration of which I usually take a large part in but I was much to sick to take my Christ pictures or make a chocolate manger scene.  I’m up to 3-4 gallbladder attacks a day now and feel like death.  The doctor won’t call me back either and she promised a surgeon was going to call me yesterday since she says my gallbladder is over packed with stones.  I did manage to get a small break from pain and went to the school PTSA meeting.  I’ve been a terrible VP but hope to do better once I feel better.

Here’s a pic of Corben before school…

Fri – Today is Dade & Ryan’s birthdays!!!!  And I think I’m going to die.  I tried not to eat just in case the surgeon would call but at 10am and no returned calls from the doctor I finally caved and ate a small bowl of cereal.  They called almost immediately and said I had an appt in 45 minutes!  Thanks again for the help, Jessie!!  I rushed to the surgeon who told me that had I not eaten he’d be taking my gallbladder out right then but instead scheduled it for 7am Saturday morning.  It’s an emergency.  I had 6 major attacks today, including one of the worst ones ever that woke me from my sleep in the middle of the night.  I actually watched another friend’s kids for the evening as she was pretty bad off herself.  I figured that my pain was intermittent and I had Dade to help and she didn’t.  Plus I hoped the blessings would help me feel better.  The extra kids actually helped keep Ella and Sylvie busy so it was a huge help.  Needless to say, the birthdays’ were a wash.  I managed to make cupcakes but got no farther and everyone was grumpy and worn out by the end (plus Dade wasn’t feeling very well himself). 

I think I’m going to try to throw a real birthday for Dade next week…

Sat – FINALLY, after a full night of pain and nervousness, Ryan gave me a blessing of comfort and we headed out to surgery.  Ryan’s sister watched the kids all day (Thanks, Rachel!) and friends from all over took Dade to and from his all day wrestling match, brought the kids breakfast, and brought over dinner for my whole family.  Thank you so much everyone for all your love and support.  I’m so grateful for all the blessings of your love and friendship.

Surgery went great…or so I’m told.  I only remember them putting a mask on me and then waking up in pain from the gas hours later.  Once they got the pain under control life was good.  The doc insisted I stay overnight and I didn’t argue.  I got a little rest but was starving since all they had was peanut butter and crackers to eat.  I’m a picky eater and since the stuff they serve is gross to normal eaters I didn’t stand a chance.  Ryan snuck me in some chocolate though and since the doc said I could eat anything now, I did.

While I was out it started snowing.  Rachel took the kids out and snapped a few shots after I managed a call asking her to.  (I’m all drugged up and can only think of the pictures I’m missing…lol).  She’s so wonderful.

My view from the hospital…

The kids’ view…

Dade made it home with 2 black eyes and a possible concussion…he doesn’t really remember his 2nd match (he won 2 out of 4 but I blame the fact that he was dizzy from getting hit hard in the 2nd match).  Of course, I was in the hospital so no one knew anything until I got home…so now I’m just watching him carefully.

Sun – Sunday was a blessed day!  I was starving and they brought in my breakfast tray.  I was scared to open it since I figured it was eggs and grits or something like that.  No, the grits were there, but so was…FRENCH TOAST AND BACON!!!!!  It was like my own personal Thanksgiving!! I haven’t been able to eat bacon in years!  It was so delicious and I was a happy camper right away.  I managed to get out of the hospital rather early and get home.  I thought I was tough and so I didn’t take the pain meds…guess what…I’m not tough.  Plus I discovered a whole new set of injuries, like the fact my mouth and throat are torn up from the tube down my throat.  Oh well.  So, it’s back to the pain meds but I’m okay with that.  I can eat again and no pain!! I’m the happiest girl EVER.  Thanks everyone for your prayers!!  I love you!