Well, who knew pancreatitis could be so much FUN?
To summarize: "They'll let her eat tomorrow, and if she keeps it down, she may be able to go home earlier than we thought" Fast forward. "Well, she's running a fever, and the pain is back." Fast forward. "She's having surgery on Friday to have her gall bladder removed." Fast forward. "Well, instead of doing that laser surgery, they had to do the one where they just about saw her in half." Fast forward. "She's in lots of pain."
So I guess I should have posted another prayer request before the surgery.
When I had my gall bladder removed (there's a story, of course, but we'll save that for another time), I had to sign something saying I understood that I might wake up with a gigantic "oh man they cut me in half" scar instead of four smaller scars. I thought, "Well, the way my life goes, I think I know which one I'll wake up to."
Imagine my surprise when I woke up with just the four small scars.
Apparently Tricia wasn't so lucky.
They're moving this week, too. She could be going home as early as the first part of next week, but she won't be able to open boxes or put things away.
But she really wants to direct.
Actually, I don't know what she wants, as she's doped up when I go to see her... well, doped up and in pain.
Her mom took the girls back to our home county, and now both of them are sick.
Let me tell you, this family doesn't do the drama thing halfway. Ben with his leukemia, Trica with her pancreatitis. It goes on and on.
And I don't see how it would be karma, as they are good people. They have taken me in on more occasions than I'm willing to go into right now, the most recent being when I had a broken-and-recently-operated-on leg, and couldn't really shower at my own place.
Also, I forgot to call my friend Leigh on her birthday. I must post this, log off, and call right now. I'll solliloquize more later. And if that's a word, I doubt I spelled it correctly.