So I was released from the hospital Wednesday afternoon, but I had lunch there first. It’s menu style where if you don’t order, you get the “special” but you can call down and order from the menu to get what you want. I knew Sammy and Pat would be getting there about 11, and I knew lunch would be reaching me about 12. I also had a feeling that a stressed out daddy will have forgotten to grab food from home for Sammy. Hey, he was doing awesome, but an emergency surgery kind of fucks things up.
So, as they were getting there at 11, was right about when I needed to be calling to order my lunch. I affirmed with a daddy who thought he had just fucked up that Sammy would be needing food. I dialed down and timidly asked if I could order two lunches, basically, and that I was going to be sharing with my 3-year-old, uncertain what rules there might be. The woman taking my order immediately lit up and started rambling about how she had all these chocolate chip cookies down there, would my baby want one, and what else might she like.
Sure enough, about an hour later two lunches showed up and a cookie that all but had Sammy’s name on it. Please note, the patient didn’t get a cookie. Only the baby. *sigh*
This week in my store:
- Friendship Card 1
- Friendship Card 2
- Friendship Card 3
- Friendship Card 4
- Friendship Card 5
- Friendship Card 6
- Friendship Card 7
Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.
Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog.
Quote of the week:
“I like your boo-boos momma! They’re my favorite colors!” (Purple bruising and traces of red blood.)
In closing, this realization:
So I had spent 24 hours pushing the Miralax trying to get things moving down there. Apparently that is the LAST thing you want to do if your appendix is angry. But I seriously and honestly thought for the first 24 hours, that I was just constipated. Now that I’ve had my surgery, I’ve been warned that I might be a little constipated at first and that if I have any Miralax or such…
Also, while the surgery was fairly minor and routine, there is always the threat of not waking back up. It happens. Pat was paranoid. I was not really thinking about it much. People generally wake up. Then I met my anesthesiologist and knew that I was in the best hands ever, as this man was born for the job. I am as serious as can be. His name? Dr Sleeper!