Well, this has been a trying week. There have been ups, and there have been some severe downs. Today I found out my mom is anemic and will have a blood transfusion Friday, so keep her in your prayers. Sunday El Prego Diablo and I spent the day in the hospital. We thought she had a touch of food poisoning as she was up all night running to the bathroom. Sunday morn she called the doctor and we were sent to the hospital to be treated for dehydration. After a liter of fluids Sar was feeling better, but I want you all to listen closely to the wisdom I am about to impart:
1. Don't ever go to the emergency room on a Sunday if you can help it. Apparently the good doctors are at home, church, or the golf course. I say this as a public service announcement. The two times I have ever been to the ER on a Sunday the doctors have been terrible.
The first time many of you may remember when I broke my nose in high school. After the ill-advised double flip the "doctor" (and I use this term loosely) told me my nose wasn't broken, go home and ice it. Four days later when it was still bothering me an ear, nose, and throat specialist asked me "What happened to your nose? It looks like it's broken." as I walked through the door. To this day my glasses have a slight slant.
This past Sunday the doctor (all 4'10" of her, this isn't to say small people are not smart enough to be a good doctors, but if two men were standing in front of me in white coats I would solicit advice from the humongous healing hands of Peter before approaching the carni-esque hands of Kurt) was not able to find the baby's heartbeat. The nurse struck out as well. Which brings me to my second pearl of wisdom (I know you thought I would never get there, give me a break, at least it's not the honeymoon story).
But first a word from our sponsor: This pearl of wisdom is brought to you by the Coalition for Common Sense, helping to pry your head out of your butt since 1892.
2. Don't ever, EVER, say the word miscarriage to a woman carrying her first child.
EVER.
You are an ER doctor, not an OB/GYN. Admit that you suck at using the little heartbeat finder and that you need to call in the pros. For the love of God whatever you do not "make us feel better" by non-chalantly adding, "if it is a miscarriage there isn't anything we can do, the body will expel it on it's own". WTF? Is that doctor speak for "I have no bedside manner because I'm jaded/bitter and a little incompetent?" So the ultrasound tech was called in from home and the baby was just fine, good heartbeat and wiggling around. Longest hour of my life waiting for the ultrasound lady.
The weekend had started out so well too. We went to KC for cinco di mayo and saw Steph. Amy and David came up to buy a car, and Carrie and her fiance came into town for dinner. It was almost like we had friends. Not friends that sit around a fire and have a visit from Grand Rapids' finest, but friends none the less. I should've known when it took 6 years to buy the car on Saturday that things were heading downhill fast.
There was a bright spot. Monday morning we welcomed the Majority Leader to Topeka and raised $70,000. The largest amount ever raised in Topeka...ever. More than any other Congressman or Senator. $31,000 more than the campaign has ever done in Topeka. A happy boss is a good thing.
Alli the SP (satan puppy, super puppy, you be the judge) was responding well to the spray bottle, but now we have to make sure to get her right in the face or it doesn't faze her. Unfortunately she will probably revert to her old ways because she gets to spend the weekend with Aunt Sadie (yes the dog) who taught her it was OK to bark in the first place.
My debate was pretty rough. She is not a nice person. I held my own, restrained myself mostly, and beat her to death on abortion and the process of passing legislation. There was a question or two I couldn't answer, but it was because I am still getting to know Jim and couldn't speak confidently on his behalf. The lady just has no idea how Congress works, or does and is relying on the fact most people don't. I never understood how much people's understanding of government is based on School House Rock commercials.
I'm a bill, I'm a bill, up on Capital Hill...everybody now.
3 comments:
We're praying for your mom. Hope everything goes well.
How's your mom doing? And by the way what hospital did you take your wife and kid to? Tell Dougie play time is over and let the real doctor do their thing. To put your mind at ease they did have a hard time with Natalie's heart beat on a few visits, but all is well. Natalie is now 27 weeks along. On our last visit we got to see her face, nose, chin, ears, eyes, and lips. Its pretty cool. Natalie is so strong that we can see her move just by looking at Kara's stomach. Just 3 months left??? I hope!!
Great job on raising the money! And when is it you'll be in town again?
Who did you debate with? Couldn't figure it out?
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