Mom is okay. Though there was quite a bit of confusion regarding how okay she was. It seems that the doctor's nurse took one look at mom's jaundice and assumed she would be admitted, so there were all sorts of calls to mom from the hospital telling her her room was ready, and from the visiting nurse trying to find out what room she was in. But, in the end the doctor sent mom home (or I should say back to my house) with instructions to eat more and sleep all she wanted. Sounds nice right? What I wouldn't give for a medical professional to look me right in the eye and tell me what I need to do is eat more and sleep the day away!
I did bring Matt to the podiatrist who thankfully only clipped the triangular corner of his ingrown toenail and not half the nail as I had feared cause that is what they did to the husband a million years ago when we were young. Matt's big toe resembles a toe once again and not the blow fish he was kicking around there for a couple of weeks.
I realize what shitty dog owners we are and have devil dog on suicide alert, since when we are in utopia she gets to follow us around all day and is a joy to be with and here we pretty much ignore her and wonder why she is always pestering us. She doesn't know she is getting to go back up there later today and boy will she be happy when we call her into the car.
I shaved Evan's head this morning and plan on applying the henna tattoo to his scalp shortly. I better get the nicest mother int he world award, that's all I am saying. He wants a dragon and I am going to attempt to copy the dragon of his choice off of the internet. What did we ever do before internet?
Unfortunately there will be spotty posting from utopia, but we'll be more vigilant about finding someone's wifi to borrow, since I'm not sure Matt will be able to make it through with out at least some internet. He's being somewhat teenaged about it, that's all I am going to say about that.
And since I am finding it difficult to generate the funny during these stressful times. WARNING: I am going to throw in a little bit of TMI just for giggles: I had steamed fresh beets for dinner and just made the most awesome purple poop ever.
Must have pics! We want pics!
Pics of the shaved and dragon hennaed head of course, not the purple poop.
Glad things are looking up. You were in my thoughts.
Posted by: Laura | July 26, 2007 at 05:15 PM