Life in the Hospital

As I was getting ready to take my boards, our family was hit by roughly seven plagues that I believe were originally intended for wicked Egyptians. When we got home from St. George, we found our land infested with cicadas/locusts. Then we each got hit by one to three diseases each (with the exception of Felix. Suspicious? I say yes). Looking back, I realize that its probably my fault. Kenna brought it up repeatedly that we should sacrifice a lamb and paint its blood around our door so the destroying angel would pass us by. I didn't listen to her. My bad.

So last Friday, I traveled to Jefferson City to take my boards for medical school. While I was half way through my 8 hour test, I called home to check up on Oscar. Turns out that he wasn't doing well and had to be hospitalized. He had originally had an ear infection but it had somehow transformed into a tonsil infection and a really high fever. After my test I traveled home and stayed with him that first night. In order to keep this blog post short so I can play some video games before Oscar wakes up, I'll summarize: really high fever, Oscar throwing up, nurse that doesn't know how to work the thermometer, more throwing up, Oscar not being able to sleep because of his swollen tonsils, more throwing up, vomit everywhere, more throwing up, me wanting to jump out the window from being so tired, more throwing up, his IV falling out and having to get another one at 3:30 AM, more fevers, massive frustration with the nurse, and more throwing up. I was expecting to have a wild post boards party but this was a little more than I had signed up for.

Today is day 4 at the hospital and Oscar is doing great! His fever is gone and he is back to being funny. If all goes well, we'll be out of here at five o'clock today! Happy times! Now if you'll excuse me, these video games aren't going to play themselves...


Some Pictures:

Felix is in the prison crib that they provided for him. He got some time off for good behavior.


Sick Oscar


Feeling a little better

change

I’ve never been good with change in fact for the most part I hate it. Weird since I used to work for the Who Moved My Cheese? company so you think I would have learned to embrace change and learn to love it. But nope, I still hate it. Ok ok, there is some change that can be good… changing a toothbrush, a dirty diaper, an outfit, the clock battery, a hair style because it’s no longer the 80’s (in fact, we’re no longer in the 19 something or others at all). But when it comes to a loss of something or someone change is no good. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into when I chose to marry a wanna be doctor but now that we are here, change is something that occurs all too frequently and I’m not always good with jumping on board. We’ve known for two years that we’d be moving this month, this year but little did I know that during those two years I’d gain friendships that I never want to lose. Jill Root and Melanie Peterson have been my family and best friends these past two years and I have grown to love these women immensely. They have been there for me when my family got the swine flu, when I gave birth to another child, when I had to have surgery after giving birth and countless other times. Well, Jill moved away on Monday and Melanie moved away on Tuesday this week and things just don’t feel the same. I know I’m moving too so things would eventually have changed no matter who moved first but nevertheless I’m sad. In addition, only an hour after losing both of my friends I got a call from my mom saying I just lost my Grandma. My Grandma had had a massive stroke a few days prior and so I knew this was coming. I’ve known since our visit to Utah a few weeks ago. I could see it in her face that she was taking in every moment and watching everyone. She longed to be back with her husband, son and many other family members and I’m happy for her. But I’m sad for me and my family. We will miss having her around, stubborn personality and all (hmm, wonder where I got that from?). I’ve loved growing up with my Grandma always a few minutes away and sometimes a bedroom away. I’ve loved her willingness to do anything you asked of her just so she can see the smiles on our face. I will miss you Grandma and I love you.

13 Years Later

It's taken 13 years but they are finally here and we get to experience them before we head to York.

Cicadas
Ours are a little more orange/reddish. But they tend to go to young trees and guess who has two big young trees in her front yard. Yes, that's right, me. These things are so stinking loud and they never stop making noise (or singing as they say). After some time they die and the bodies start to decay. Apparently when that happens it starts to stink. Not really looking forward to that part. Oh ya and as many as a million noisy male cicadas can gather in a tree over a single acre calling out for their future mates. Also they have their 17 year old buddies joining them and this is very rare. It occurs every 221 years. The last time it occurred was in 1777. The next time this happens will be in 2219. So glad I got to experience this...