Hello there. :) I'm back.
I'm home, I'm home...thanks to you guys and your sacrificial goats. *smile* Crystals (well, kidney stones actually, but close enough) were part of the problem, so we can lay off of those. But, yes. I'm feeling pretty spry today: probably because I got a decent night's sleep last night (hospitals suck for sleeping). I saw my nephrologist today and he is "cautiously optimistic".
What happened? Well...basically, it was pretty much spot-on as Jack described it. After our last podcast, I relapsed into another round of nephrosis and kidney stones. Then I got some sort of jungle, monkey flu and...bingo: hospital. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. In fact, it's more like, "stop here...empty your wallet into this bucket". I'm not sure if I shared it with Jack, at the time,... he came in AFTER the dose of dilaudid and woo-woo juice, but he showed up at the perfect time to lift my spirits. I'd had a really shitty day. It ended up in them bringing down the PICC line guy to put in a Picc. So, thank you Jack. I remember very, very little of what I said to you, but I'm sure it was entertaining...right up until I asked you to get my plastic tub to yak in. What a guy!
And, OH YES!! The priest...
Like I said, Friday was the day from suck. I was feeling TERRIBLE and grumpy. My meds just weren't working the way they should and I could NOT get comfortable. So, this priest walks in and says, "Hi, Mrs. Possum. I noticed you changed your religious status, but I was wondering if you'd like me to pray with you or allow me to pray for you?" Um. Huh? What part of atheist made him imagine that I would want to pray WITH him? I think I said something like, "well, if you want to say a prayer to make YOU feel better, go ahead....knock yourself out." and he did. He kind of insinuated that I'd feel better if I accepted his blessings and said that "prayer has power and God heals". When I told him I just really wasn't up for it and didn't believe in it, he did the sign of the cross over me and left - a very nice man, but...yeah. Anyway, here's the funny part: like ten minutes after that visit, I start puking. And, I continued to puke, almost non-stop, for three hours. It was like a twisted version of the exorcist. Linda Blair has nothing on me!! It didn't strike me as funny until Jack arrived, but basically, the prayer didn't work. I didn't feel better. In fact, it made me feel ten times worse. OR, their really is a God and he enjoys making people suffer for doubt. I think the priest should look for another day job.
Anyhow...thanks for all of the well-wishes, once again. Hopefully, Jack and I will get a new podcast recorded soon. I might be up for it this weekend.
On a family/home note: it must be close to Fall. We had to pull the sandbox in because of the black widows, but P#4 might've ran away had we not thought of an alternative. So, I give you: indoor sandbox. Mr. Possum said that he heard some crunchy noises from the nursery at 4am and walked in to find P#4 playing in the bean box by light of the nightlight. Ha! I think that makes it a hit. And, if there's ever a natural disaster, we have sustenance. I feel very LDS right now.