Down For The Count

This week continued to be one of those "hell week" kind of dealies, so I apologize now for my absence. Those of you who read the Wednesday Whine knew, sort of, what I was dealing with, and those who did not -- I'll briefly explain.

After my last post (about the disastrous trip to the mountains for the wedding), I had a very nice birthday. I came home to a husband who, even being VERY ill with the sinus crud that my students dished out to me, had still found time to go get me a great gift AND make a banner AND clean the living room, do some laundry and wash the dishes. How nice is that?! We went out to dinner on Monday to celebrate my birthday, and we spent the rest of the evening at home.

Tuesday morning, JF woke me up before the alarm went off to tell me that his mother had, at some point, been in such pain that she checked herself into the ER and was within the throes of a massive gall bladder attack. The docs had determined that they would have to removed the stone, since it was gumming up the works, and then they'd talk about removing the gall bladder all together. They got MIL into the day surgery unit for the stone removal, and discovered that she'd passed the stone at some point, but that the gall bladder would definitely have to come out. On Thursday afternoon, she had the gall bladder removed, and was in tremendous pain. we went up to see her after the surgery, and the docs had said it was a good thing that they removed it because they could see several more stones there as well. Also, they also said they saw some sort of cyst or lump of tissue on her ovaries, and when she heals, they want her to see her OB/GYN about that.

Friday, she was released from the hospital, and we made sure she got home safely. We spent most of the weekend at home, quietly, trying to recuperate from this week. I made MIL some chicken soup, and we took it to her earlier today.

Now, I'm going to bed, and hope that the next week brings good things, and a return to normalcy.