Blasted!

ON TUESDAY 5.14

I participated in my first {and probably last} fashion show.  I was asked to create a pencil skirt so this is what I made:

and here I am in the show:

That gal in the back wearing a cowboy hat had on a white shirt with black splotches and a blown up glove acting as an udder.  She was wearing a MOOMOO.  Other entrants included a ball gown and a bawl gown:

There was a dinner dress (tablecloth wrapped around) a junior prom dress (worn by a 6 year old) and a senior prom dress (worn by an 80 year old, accompanied by her 7 great grandsons as her dates!).  We had a good time anyway...

 



 

ON WEDNESDAY 5.14

I went to Park day.  It's therapy for me, both for my vitamin D and my soul...

Also, we got kind of WACKY...

 

ON THURSDAY 5.15

I had to run some errands in Logan.  We first stopped at SEI outlet.  It had been a while since I had stopped there.  Katie Anne had time to make this while I shopped, (bless her heart):

 

I then dropped Katie Anne off with Grandpa because that is way more fun.  She helped clean up the shop, ate lunch on the porch, and got to go on a four wheeler ride. 

Plus she got to spend more time here, one of my most favorite places on earth!

 





ON FRIDAY 5.16

I got blasted!

 

Stacy drove me to the Cache Valley Specialty Hospital while John stayed home and took care of the kids.  He and Jack later headed down to support Jeffrey in the Robot Competition at Lagoon. 

Stacy and I arrived at the hospital around 6:45, got settled in a small little room in the outpatient section and welcomed the various nurses in as they took my temp and blood pressure and took me for x-rays.  Around 8:00 my main nurse came in to give me my iv.  She had just put it in and was typing her info when we heard CODE SILVER IN THE ER... CODE SILVER IN THE ER.  We then heard a bunch of nurses in the hallway saying "WHAT DOES CODE SILVER MEAN?  GRAB THE CODE BOOK!"  They did and as they were saying that it meant distraught patient we heard "HOSPITAL ON LOCKDOWN."  The nurse was in the process of shutting our sliding glass door when I saw a uniformed police officer ducking through a door just feet from where I was sitting.  Not too long afterwards I heard a pop pop pop pop sound.  We sat there for a second then I said, "Those were gunshots."  The nurse was still in our room and she said, "Yep."  Stacy was surprised at the sound, thinking it didn't sound like she thought it would.  Not too long later we heard, "CODE TRAUMA TO THE ER."  We got word that the distraught person had been shot.  We were relieved that it hadn't gone any further.

We just stared at each other, not really even knowing what to think.  I had asked the nurse if she was nervous and she just said," Yes, but we train for this all the time."

 

I called John to let him know what had gone on in case he heard something on the radio.

About an hour later they came and got me and away I went to the operating room for my lithotripsy.

I lose track of time here, but eventually I started to wake up in the recovery room.  The anesthesia made me very talkative and I kept saying, "I just want to talk.  I saw the policeman.  I heard the gun."  I repeated that every few minutes without being able to stop myself for who knows how long until I heard her call down to the outpatient area where I would be moved next.  I think she was done listening to me!

Stacy and my dad were there.  He had just finished a shift at the temple.  I felt pretty great.  Stacy drove us through the drive through at Kneaders and frankly Logan traffic was more pain than I felt.  We ate lunch with dad, chatted for a while, then headed home.  Chris brought Katie Anne over and Jane walked in the door from school.  I still felt pretty good, but around 5:00 things started to go south. 

My good friend took the girls to our school carnival while I moaned on the couch.  John and the boys came in a while later carrying my prescriptions which I was now eager to take.  Give me the drugs! I made it through the night, my only bright spot being little grains of sand caught in my special cup. The next day I was so very sick.  I couldn't keep anything down and I hurt so badly and I was so tired.  I was mean and took the couch in the living room as my sick bed.  Everyone was very kind to me and found other places to go or just sat on the floor to watch one of the constant movies played for me to keep my mind a little distracted. (My list included Ever After, Austenland, Walter Mitty, and Pride and Prejudice.)

Are you still reading this?  Fine, I'll sum up.  Blah blah blah, lots of stone bits came out and I recovered and I think I'm fine!  Thankful for my nurse, John, my kids who put up with me, and my neighbor who brought me dinner and took the three oldest to stake conference, and my other neighbor who made me dinner, even when I was feeling a little better!  So there you have it, blasted and not blasted, for which I'm thankful the most.