A little Craft project I made with my sister.The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, my family headed up to the Silverado Lodge at the Canyons Resort to spend the night. It was fabulous if I do say so myself. My dad rented us each some fancy smanshy condos where we ate Chinese food, played games and hot-tubbed (it was more luke-warm than hot, but we still fun!).
Owen cried for 2 1/2 hours in the middle of the night, which was mildly reminiscent of last year. I remember waking sometime between 4 and 5 am to walk the hotel halls with that boy. We finally banned ourselves in the hotel gym where we slobbered on equipment while I prepared for the upcoming feast. This year, he slept until 7 am at least, but I was still tired from the middle of the night wake-up call.
Thanksgiving day we drove back down the canyon to Joey's mom's house for quiche, sweet rolls and ham with Joey's family. As you can see, it was a full house:
What was I thankful for on Thanksgiving?
Above all, my family. I love being with my siblings and parents. They are my greatest friends and support. Owen keeps me on my toes and is constantly reminding me I don't have it all figured out. I probably would become pretty complacent without that boy and he loves me in spite of my many shortcomings. Joey is the best - without his humility, hard work and love we wouldn't be a family today. Enough said.
This particular Thanksgiving, I was thankful to be up and about and no longer hobbling around like an old man. I had kidney surgery the week before and felt like an invalid. It wasn't really surgery in the sense that no needles were used, but that is how the hospital and docs refer to it - and with a $5000 price tag, I'm calling it surgery. I am no longer walking hunched over and most of the stone fragments have left my body. The procedure went relatively well. I was even greeted at the hospital by my medical student neighbor who ended up being the "physician" who checked me in.
The biggest setback of the experience was that I responded poorly to the anesthesia. I couldn't move, turn from one side to the other, stand up or walk without vomiting. I became dehydrated pretty quickly, so we had to stay at the hospital a little longer than I would have liked. If the nurse had been smarter, she would have given me anti-nausea medicine, or fixed the kink in my IV as Joey had suggested, but instead she discharged us and sent us on our way. Lucky for Joey - he got to see me throw up at least 10 times before we made it home.
After a late-night call to the doctor, one anti-nausea suppository, a wonderful nights rest at my parents house, life started to look up.
I am now doing great and am thankful that the human body is resilient. Our family certainly has had a few exciting weeks, but isn't that what the holidays are about?
