It has been so crazy around here the past couple of weeks. On Sunday April 22 my husband woke up at 4:00 am with a really bad stomach ache. By 6:00 am we knew we needed to head to the ER. After being there for 7 hours and a CT scan they couldn't find what was wrong so they sent us home. After another 6 hours at home his pain got real severe again, so off to the ER we went. This time (and a new DR thankfully) they did a lot more tests and decided that it was probably his gallbladder. They admitted him at 3:00 am on Monday morning. The surgeon came in Monday morning and still wasn't convinced that was the problem for sure. We had been to the ER one month prior for the same thing (they found nothing) and sent us home with pain meds. The pain meds had slowed down his bowels and he had a blockage, so they cleaned him out real good on Monday and did some blood work on Tuesday morning. When the surgeon came in on Tuesday he said it was definitely his gallbladder and scheduled him for surgery later that day. We expected the surgery to take about 1 to 1 1/2 hours. When the surgeon got in there it was a lot worse than he thought and it was a tough surgery. It took twice as long as anticipated. I was getting way worried because no one came and told me what was going on until almost 3 hours after he went into surgery. The surgeon gave me some pictures of the surgery and explained that when he finally was able to find the gallbladder it was encased in tissue that he had to peel off it. Then whenever he touched the gallbladder it would squirt blood all over. After he got it out and opened it up, it was full of peanut sized stoned, was gangrenous, and eating away at his liver. No wonder the poor guy was in so much pain!! He stayed in the hospital until Wednesday evening. We got home around 5:30 only to remember Jacob had pinewood derby with the scouts at 6 and we still hadn't finished his car! It was painted yellow and he wanted it to look like a Mr. Goodbar so I got out a black Sharpie and wrote Mr. Goodcar on the top, hammered on the wheels and off we went to the derby. Jacob had a lot of fun and I am glad we were able to semi finish his car.
As if all this wasn't enough to deal with in one week, my landlord called Thursday morning to tell us he was having someone come and pick up the fridge he left here (that we have been using in the kitchen for almost 2 years) on Saturday sometime between 12 and 3. Yippee Skippy, now I get to figure out how to get the fridge from the garage into the kitchen and live without my "milk fridge". On Saturday Jared's aunt came over to help me and we managed to get it all cleaned out and moved around by 11:40. O and Thursday in the middle of the night my 3 year old came down with the stomach flu.
That was a rough week. On Monday I had an appointment in Bountiful that I had rescheduled from the week before and while I was there Jacob's school called and said that he had thrown up all over himself and needed to be picked up from school. WHAT?! I was so hoping none of the rest of us would get it! After we got all the kids home from school my other 2 boys started throwing up too! What a night. Well during the week we all ended up getting the stomach flu. I must say I don't remember ever being that sick before! I will spare you all the icky details and just say I lost 5lbs in 24hrs. NOT FUN!!
Now that it is Friday and we are all feeling better I get to tackle the mountains on laundry that I got so far behind in and consider calling a maid to detail the house, just once (although I probably won't), so I can get caught up and counted again amongst the living!
I must say how grateful I am for family, neighbors, and church members who have brought in meals, watched my kids, and the many offers of help they have given. I truly couldn't have gotten through these weeks without them!
