Well hello all...I've sure missed our chats. So, much has happened since we were last together, I'm scrambling to decide where to begin to catch up. I could take it from where we last left off and review the 14 hour flight with the two toddlers, the dog, the bags, the car seat, the stroller, the diaper bag and the purse...or I could move on to the weeks of living out of a suitcase, visiting family and friends we haven't seen...but instead, I believe I'll take it from my most recent excursion to the wonderful little town of Bountiful, Utah.
Just a few days after commenting to a friend on how much fun I am on a roadtrip, I found myself on said trip, from Montana to Arizona with my letters...J, M and O (thankfully Hammy opted out of this particular journey). There we were tooling right along, listening to Elmo describe in detail using the eloquent poetic prose that only a red monster could, to describe what he was thinking about that day, when we stopped for a quick fill-up and bladder drain when all of the sudden I had the WORST STOMACH PAIN.
Long story short, myself and the aforementioned letters, J, M, and O ended up touring the emergency room at Lakeview Hospital in Bountiful, Utah for several hours, an ultrasound, CT scan and various bloodtests to find out that I had an umbilical herniation (there was something caught in my belly button). Yep...emergency surgery on my belly button 2 days into a road trip. Who gets this stuff. Notice that I did not end the last statement with a question mark, but rather a period. It was said with a sigh at the end and not really as a question. I will say that after the letters scampered off to a hotel for the night, the nurse hooked me up to a morphene drip, I was rolled up to my own quiet room, void of distraction, children, demands, sticky fingers and responsibility, it might as well been the Turtle Bay Resort on the North Shore of Oahu. Frankly, I could have used a couple more nights in that place. And don't even get me started on the anesthesia... after that good sleep, I found myself thinking of other potential reasons I could give the surgeon for putting me under again.... do you think I need a vacation?
About 2 hours after I came to, the letters and I hopped back in the truck (and by "truck" I mean a huge, Ford F-250, 4-door Diesel-this detail really had no impact on the story, but I thought it was worth mentioning to those who really visualize as they read) and we were on the road once again. So, I think that it goes without saying, if you are ever planning a roadtrip...please keep me in mind.
So, with my bad back and now my bad front, I am trying to keep afloat with my two little ladies while J finishes his time on the sunny little penninsula of South Korea. Good Times.
The good news is that I now have my computer back, a home phone and a cell phone so please know that I will be ready to catch up to you...and you know who you are.
I've missed you. And it's good to back. In the USA, in my own home and with a repaired belly button. More soon.
P.S. For KS- I'll tell you more about the flight back, but just please tell me that when you cross the pond you are not going to be alone with the two boys. If so, MAKE A NEW PLAN.
3 comments:
Seriously, I hope your are feeling better. Wish I was there to help you with whatever you needed. Give the two little ones some kisses and hugges. When does J get home? Hopefully soon! We miss ya girl. Love ya Laura
tell me more about that luxury hospital stay...havent slept through the night in months and that drip sounds delightful. glad you are on the mend!!
Are you kidding me?!? I hate road trips too, but that is seriously a road trip gone bad. Hope you are feeling MUCH better.
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