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For most of my life, I have declared that my medical specialty is where we take ya out and shoot ya. Girl, howdy, the "Mom" role has had quarrels with that medical specialty...
Friday afternoon, a gall stone moved from my beloved's gall bladder into one of the yaddahs the gall bladder is connected to. At least, that is what the medicos told us when I rushed him to the emergency room yesterday. I believe him. My work-a-holic has a history of gall bladder problems. We were guessing the problem was something like that. I left him at the hospital, surrounded by talk of surgery and all kinds of other goodies I cherish my ignorance of.
''''''''''Sigh...
Think I'll go dig a hole in the compost pile.
Friday afternoon, a gall stone moved from my beloved's gall bladder into one of the yaddahs the gall bladder is connected to. At least, that is what the medicos told us when I rushed him to the emergency room yesterday. I believe him. My work-a-holic has a history of gall bladder problems. We were guessing the problem was something like that. I left him at the hospital, surrounded by talk of surgery and all kinds of other goodies I cherish my ignorance of.
''''''''''Sigh...
Think I'll go dig a hole in the compost pile.
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
((((Arfie))))
Sorry he's going through that and you're having a hard time. I hope he feels better quickly.
Further, he has developed a heart arrhythmia. A cardiology review is pending.
Sigh. So much for my power juicing???
((hugs))
Eldest son showed his support by doing his rap era imitation of his grandfather on what a lazy, white trash slut I am. 40 texts while I was doing my lazy ass, not working hobby of chasing my husband through hospital bureaucracy.
He eventually chilled, I think, but for sure I can't handle guessing my way through his middle-age-son yaddahs on top of a serious need to cry... Should eat... All knowing son is guaranteed to have criticisms... Just like his grandpa spiced with lots of rap era expletives. Effin grand!!
You can cry on my shoulder - our shoulders - please go ahead. Cry and then push us away - whatever you need to do.
And please tell us what's going on when you feel up to it.