Which hopefully won't ever happen again.
I'm Home. And Busy.
I haven't had a moment to spare.
Therefore you are all left in the dark as to my health and well being.
Since I am sure you have all been fretting and stressing- here is the low down- or the down low? The low down- definitely the low down. Right?
I ended up back in the hospital last Thursday and was imprisoned there until Sunday.
Now to keep the record straight I didn't think of it as a prison when I was on morphine- it seemed like heaven then. But that only lasted a short time.
I was diagnosed with pancreatitis.
They think it was caused by a gall stone that passed.
I'm pretty sure my body thought I was in labor.
For five days straight.
It hurt that bad. For that long. On and off- but let me tell ya I was begging for an epidural....
So they kept me in the hospital and did a CT scan with contrast dye and 2 ultrasounds.
They could find no gall stones.
They still don't know for sure what caused the problem.
But they still wanted to take my gall bladder.
After much prayer and fasting- I decided I liked my gall bladder where it was.
So I am happy to say I am intact and feeling great.
Except now I have to pack my house.
That hardly seems fair.
I am also trying to make up for a week of lost friendship and fun.
I leave Waterloo on wednesday and I still have alot to do and alot of people to see.
I feel stressed.
And my face shows it.
I got a cold sore today.
I hate cold sores.
I would rather have a gall stone.
My farewell Waterloo post is coming. I am really having a hard time accepting the truth and facing the fact that we are leaving. It doesn't seem real or possible. We haven't done enough or seen enough or enjoyed enough. I don't think it is ever possible.
Soon we are on our way to SLC.
Sadly I don't think Mount Rushmore is going to be in the plans.
What a let down....