Well, Allrighty Then

Steve and I decided to go to Shang Yuen for lunch for our 32ND anniversary as Linda comes over to visit on Thursdays. He got up early, made 3 cherry pies, a rhubarb cake, and put a roast in the crock pot. How cool is that! Gotta love that guy! And I do, and I also appreciate him so much.

I talked to Abby earlier and told her where we were going. "Oh, no," she said, "now that's all I'm going to be thinking about!" She loves Chinese food there too. We used to celebrate people's birthdays there (before the family got so big and the price of feeding them so large). When I think of her, I am reminded of Daisy and think it would be fun to shop for pet beds, so Daisy has her own little space to lay in comfort!

I've been having pains in my right side of my stomach for two weeks that aren't fun, but I've been able to tolerate them. When asked to lay on my stomach at the pain control center (for nerve blocks), the pain was sooooo bad I had tears running down my cheeks.

Before leaving Mercy, I called my family practice doc and made an appointment to be seen. As it was, I was sleeping on the Kraftmatic bed in order to tolerate sleeping (what little I can get). Her advice to me, after drawing blood and the whole nine yards, was to head to the hospital. (Do not pass go, do not collect $200, do not stop at the drug store, or to get something to eat.)

Needless to say, that shook me up a little. All I knew at that point was my white count was 17,000 (10,000 is the norm). I knew more tests were in store for me, probably a CT scan. After calling Josh asking him to let himself into our house to unplug the crock pot, we headed to the hospital. But that's another story. Watch for the sequel to this exciting saga, coming soon! Halfmoon