Noah has a new friend.
He is imaginary.
He likes to say “shit”.
A lot.
His name, is Bob.
And Noah threw him in he garbage today and the garbage man took him to the dump. Apparently he will be replaced shortly by a new, much nicer Bob. Noah is quite pleased by this.
And people thought i was weird when Donny and Marie Osmond like in my cardboard house in my basement when I was four (they left only on wednesday when they would do their show, at which point my friend the donkey “DONKEY” came and hung out with me, he loved oranges). Ok maybe that is weird.
BUT SO IS NOAH!
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In other news, I walked to the hospital yesterday (details about why after this) and it’s not THAT far, it’s between 3 – 4km according your logyourrun.com, I had my trusty iPod along and it took me about 45min of the hilly terrain.
Thing is, I WANTED TO RUN. So badly. I kept thinking I should run, which I actually did consider at one point, but seriously who wants a visit from a stinky beet red woman who is guzzling your water.
there you go, I’m back.
(didn’t hurt that while I was there I met a woman about my height but she was SERIOUSLY morbidly obese, and it made me think THAT COULD TOTALLY BE ME!)
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I was at the hospital because one of my sisters is in there, recovering from surgery for a RUPTURED appendix. You see in Feb she had pain in her right side. Went to the doc at the emergancy room and was sent home with a shot of demerol and a referral for an ultrasound and surgical consult. After which she was sent home and told nothing was found.
Within a week she started to feel better and all was well.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago when she once again felt a lot of pain. Another trip to the emergency room, and shot of demerol another ultra sound. THIS time however when they FOUND NOTHING in the ultra sound they decided she need a scope.
Which was scheduled for a week later (this past tuesday)
She started to fast at 6pm monday night and was at the hospital for 9am (her scheduled scopey time was 10am). At which point she stripped to a gown and had an IV installed (during which she nearly passed out. but only because she is THAT wimpy) and she sat.
And sat.
And sat somemore.
At 2:45 pm she was finally walked to the OR and was told she should CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN! (we are all so calm walking into an OR dragging an IV pole behind us.)
When we saw her later that afternoon I(5:45) she had finally been brought out of recovery and been admitted, to ICU (only because the regular surgical floor was full) less one appendix. I guess when they went in to have a look the immediatley saw that her appendix had burst, they just don’t know when.
They also found 4 pockets of the infection that has been running amok in her abdomen for who knows how long.
At this point she is much better, she is actually walking around (sort of) but still has not eaten. She has a bag attached to her side draining infection from her abdomen. And they all say she’s lucky to be alive.
Also? As of right now? The doctor has not seen her since he closed her up in the operating room.
I have never had that kind of surgery, but I have had 2 c-sections on opposite ends of this country and both times my doctors and once my accompanying surgeon were into see me before 9am everyday.
Sickening!
