A trip to the ER

Sometimes the internet isn't such a good thing for me. I love being able to have friends and even relationships with family and friends on facebook. In fact, I know my cousins more now because of facebook than I did since we were all kids. Being far away from friends we had while in the military makes the internet so vital to keeping up with them. And blogging! Well how did I ever learn anything new or have a plethora of recipes right at my fingertips or get advice on the many facets of my life before blogging? Okay some of that part is tongue in cheek, but I really do enjoy seeing how other people do things.

But then there is this other thing. The thing that happens when one of my dear family gets sick. The thing that keeps me up for hours researching. The thing that sets me off into a panic. WebMD. Yup, I am a closet hypocondriac. And so when my sweet Beary wakes up in the middle of the night writhing in pain(well not that bad, but still), and crying out for me, I go into panic mode. After comforting her and getting her back to sleep, onto the internet I go. SHE HAS AN APPENDICITIS!!! Well, that is what I convince myself of. Never mind that she only has one symptom. Stay, calm, wake up my sweetheart who is my saving grace. "Is she asleep now? Does she have a fever? Lets just wait til morning then." Okay, so I go to bed at about 2 AM and lie there listening. Is she snoring or crying in her sleep, is she turning over or thrashing, do I wake her up and ask how she feels or just let her get all the sleep she can before they roll her into surgery? Yup, I'm nuts. So then mom in law calls at 430AM and needs to be talked into going to dialysis. I ended up having to take her in her car so no coming home. For 4 hours, I sit looking at my phone, just waiting for my oldest to call and tell me my sweet Beary has a fever of 105 and is vomiting. And my battery is low from talking mom in law into going so I don't dare keep calling, cuz what if, just when her appendix bursts, my phone totally runs out of battery and the hospital can't get a hold of me to tell me the ambulance just got there? Yup, nuts. And of course this had to be the day she needs more Tylenol. Could she have told me that while we were in the hospital with the little store that sells Tylenol? NOOOOO! So after a super super quick trip to Walgreens, home I fly, I mean drive at a responsible speed. And just as I pull in, I get a call. I don't even answer the phone, I run into the house to find my sweet Beary dead from a ruptured appendix, I mean, crying on the sofa with the slightest of fever. And the stupid doctors office puts me on hold, and my sweetheart is with patients and can't talk (me down) to me and give me his sage advice. Into the truck we go and off to the local children's hospital ER.

Where, after sitting for four hours! and xrays, find out she is ...wait for it... constipated up to her ears! Thank you God for making her just be full of poop! No surgery! But does that stop the insanity? I'm nuts. I now know all the reasons for constipation and how to cure it and the bad effects of and possible side effects of....

p.s. We answered nine different times, "What did you do to you foot?"