Emergency surgery
Just in case anyone was feeling as though life here in the Big Ugly House may have been getting a little too dull and predictable, well, we have just the fix for that. Emergency surgery!
Yesterday, when M. woke up to get ready for work, she came and told me that her stomach had been hurting badly enough to wake her up in the middle of the night. She was pretty sure it wasn't due to any dairy ingestion because it was hurting down low, across the base of her torso. As any card-carrying worrying mother will tell you, appendix is what first leapt to mind. Since she has been hired by her former university for the summer, I told her that if the pain got worse to go find her father and ask him to drive her to the doctor. I've said words of this sort for so many years to so many children over so many imaginary appendixes, that I didn't really think anything would come of it.
Then, as I wrote yesterday, when I arrived home from my little jaunt downtown, J. calls me on the phone and says, "Guess what I'm doing right now?" The answer to that question would be driving M. to the ER for further testing. The pain did not go away and did increase and M. did ask her father to drive her to the doctor. The doctor examined her and sent them off to the ER. After many tests in the ER, it was determined that she did have appendicitis and that she would need surgery. That would be surgery right away.
It was pretty quick, no more than a half hour all together, and no huge incision, just three holes. The surgery went well and she did fine. No more pesky appendix to worry about, though "get appendix removed" appeared on no one's to-do list yesterday. In theory, the recovery should be easier than from her two previous knee surgeries.
That would be in theory. I spoke with her this morning and she is in quite a bit of pain that they are just barely managing to control. If all you wouldn't mind praying for pain relief and healing, we would appreciate it.
Total family surgeries to date? We're now up to 11, with two of those being of the unplanned, happen-in-less-than-24-hours type.
Yesterday, when M. woke up to get ready for work, she came and told me that her stomach had been hurting badly enough to wake her up in the middle of the night. She was pretty sure it wasn't due to any dairy ingestion because it was hurting down low, across the base of her torso. As any card-carrying worrying mother will tell you, appendix is what first leapt to mind. Since she has been hired by her former university for the summer, I told her that if the pain got worse to go find her father and ask him to drive her to the doctor. I've said words of this sort for so many years to so many children over so many imaginary appendixes, that I didn't really think anything would come of it.
Then, as I wrote yesterday, when I arrived home from my little jaunt downtown, J. calls me on the phone and says, "Guess what I'm doing right now?" The answer to that question would be driving M. to the ER for further testing. The pain did not go away and did increase and M. did ask her father to drive her to the doctor. The doctor examined her and sent them off to the ER. After many tests in the ER, it was determined that she did have appendicitis and that she would need surgery. That would be surgery right away.
It was pretty quick, no more than a half hour all together, and no huge incision, just three holes. The surgery went well and she did fine. No more pesky appendix to worry about, though "get appendix removed" appeared on no one's to-do list yesterday. In theory, the recovery should be easier than from her two previous knee surgeries.
That would be in theory. I spoke with her this morning and she is in quite a bit of pain that they are just barely managing to control. If all you wouldn't mind praying for pain relief and healing, we would appreciate it.
Total family surgeries to date? We're now up to 11, with two of those being of the unplanned, happen-in-less-than-24-hours type.
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