it's a brand new day
and all I want to do is hide. Guys, I can't remember the last time I've not wanted to face new day like I don't want to face this one. Thank GOD for Honored Friend. I'm taking the boys to her place on my way back to the hospital to get Dean and they are staying with her tonight. I am trying to hang out at the house for a little bit with the kids before officially starting the day so that I can get some much needed rest and maybe get my temp under 100 degrees.
For those of you not on facebook and therefore haven't been subjected to my semi-frantic updates: Dean started vomiting blood last night and had to have an artery deep in the back of his throat repaired and the wounds cauterized. Once they got him back there, he did really good and even avoided a transfusion despite losing (that I know of, because we were measuring) just shy of 40oz of pure blood (and that doesn't include the blood the doc pumped out of his stomach in the OR). I don't know much about medicine, but ignorant little ole me is calling that our own Christmas miracle.
While Dean was in recovery, Sara called and talked me into sneaking down to the ER. The good news is that I don't have pneumonia as I feared. It is merely bronchitis and sinusitis. I crawled home a little after 4:30 this morning very grateful that I didn't have an accident on the roads- which are currently slicker than snot (we did very little 'stopping' on the way to the hospital last night and a whole lot of "hm, we're not stopping. let's try a controlled turn instead. hooray! it worked).
I'm sorry to dump on you guys. It seems that my posts here haven't been very upbeat or cheerful lately. I just need somewhere to whine.
For those of you not on facebook and therefore haven't been subjected to my semi-frantic updates: Dean started vomiting blood last night and had to have an artery deep in the back of his throat repaired and the wounds cauterized. Once they got him back there, he did really good and even avoided a transfusion despite losing (that I know of, because we were measuring) just shy of 40oz of pure blood (and that doesn't include the blood the doc pumped out of his stomach in the OR). I don't know much about medicine, but ignorant little ole me is calling that our own Christmas miracle.
While Dean was in recovery, Sara called and talked me into sneaking down to the ER. The good news is that I don't have pneumonia as I feared. It is merely bronchitis and sinusitis. I crawled home a little after 4:30 this morning very grateful that I didn't have an accident on the roads- which are currently slicker than snot (we did very little 'stopping' on the way to the hospital last night and a whole lot of "hm, we're not stopping. let's try a controlled turn instead. hooray! it worked).
I'm sorry to dump on you guys. It seems that my posts here haven't been very upbeat or cheerful lately. I just need somewhere to whine.