Yellow

My lovely wife has been having a tough go of it lately. She had been having what she was told was indigestion for the past year or so, until a couple weeks ago it got so bad that we took her to the emergency room at the local Kaiser. Which was made more fun because of my sons illness. This was the same day that he'd had a fever of 102+. We took her in at around 8:30, which is way past both kids bedtimes, but considering that, they were very good. She went through the ER and they sent her to the minor injury clinic. The doctor there did many tests and had them open up the lab so that she could have blood work done. My sister-in-law came by and allowed me to take the kids home and get them to bed at around 10 or so. My wife didn't get home until almost 11:45. She was told a lot of nothing at the time, but her bloodwork came back negative and she was given a prescription for Vicadon for the pain. The pain didn't go away and she got an ultrasound scheduled and found that she had gallstones. This was about a week after the ER visit.

She then received an appointment for this past Thursday with a surgeon who would inform her of the options that lay ahead, and hopefully a date to have the semi-useless organ removed. Her appt. was at 4:15 in the afternoon. Then at about 9 that morning Kaiser called to let her know that the surgeon would be in surgery all day and therefore would be unable to see her. So we're heading in tomorrow at 9:30 which is NOT going to be cancelled. Better not be. Then tonight, we noticed that she was turning yellow. She has jaundice. I thought that the only people who got that were my newborn children. But no! My wife can get it to. After a useless call to an advice nurse, I called my aunt. She's a real nurse and was much more helpful. Apparently, this is something that can happen to people with gallstones, and she's really ready to get this fixed. And honestly, I am too. Hopefully, tomorrow we'll have better answers about this.

On a happpier note, I bought T his first real glove and bat today. We're totally prepping for t-ball. I was also able to play catch with him, my first official father/son catch. Felt just like Field of Dreams. Except there wasn't a huge corn field around me, and my son is 4 and not 35, and I'm not dead...other than that, just like Field of Dreams.