So this last week has been very tiresome to say the least. I don't know if it has been a run of bad luck or if this is just how life goes, but it does seem like lately it has been one thing after another. It all started last Friday, Jan 18th, Garth called me at work around 2:00pm wondering why I hadn't answered my phone..of coarse the one day I leave it at home is the day that he really needs to get a hold of me, but this is totally off the subject so let me get back to my story..so Garth proceeds to tell me that he is in the hospital and as soon as I heard the word HOSPITAL my mind went in 20 different directions I started to think of all the worst case scenerios. Then I remembered he had a doctors appointment earlier that morning because he'd been having some stomach cramping, didn't think to much of it, I guess I should have. After hearing Garth's symptoms the doctor suggested that he go to the hospital because it sounded like it was his APENDIX. Garth immediately follows the doctors orders..yes I know very surprising..and heads to the hospital, with this being said I would like everyone to know that Garth arrived at the hospital roughly around 11:00am and let me remind you he didn't call me, his wife, until roughly 2:00pm..a typical husband. When I finally arrived at the hospital Garth told me that the surgeon had met with him and they decided that it would be best to schedule surgery for that night. Oh WOW, surgery, Garth has never been put under, kind of SCARY. Luckily the surgery is very routine..they took him down at around 6:15 and he was back in the room by 8:00, not too bad. And I would like to add I never got emotional until after he was back in the room safe and sound. I was brave until that point but after I saw him and knew that he was okay I knew I didn't have to be brave any longer.
Garth's surgery is the first of many of the Gnehm's "no good very bad days". Monday morning I dropped Tara off at daycare telling Brenda that she is starting to get a cold so if she gets out of hand then give me a call. I really didn't think I would hear from her, a colds a cold all the kids have them this time of year. Around lunchtime I get a phone call so I pick up my phone and look to see who's calling..it's Brenda! So I'm thinking, great, Tara's cold is worse than I thought. This is when she tells me Tara was running around chasin and playin with the kids and she tripped and tumbled on her left arm and she has been crying ever since. I'm thinking, oh no my poor baby girl, this is the 3rd time she has hurt this arm in 6 months, what do I do? Should I take her to a specialist? Would that mean more sugery? As I'm contemplating on what to do I call the chriopractor, Morgan..a good family friend, and Garth to get his opinion. With Garth not really working he decides to go get Tara and to head out to the chiroprator with me. With tears streaming down Tara's cheeks Morgan sets Tara's elbow back into place and wraps it up. When she is all taken care of I ask him his opinion on what we should do next. He didn't recomend seeing a specialist..we would like to try and avoid surgery if we can..he said that she should eventually grow out of it and that if we brought her out to be ajusted every so often it should help with her arm. After hearing his opinion I felt a little better knowing that someday she should grow out of it. So needless to say with Garth and Tara both recovering I guess I was feeling a little left out. Tuesday night I came home from work with the STOMACH FLU. My illness was difinitely not as worrisome as the other two but as every wife and mother knows we can't get SICK. I am the one who is suppose to take care of everyone else. How can I take care of them when I can't leave the bathroom? I shouldn't even be around them for fear that they might catch what I have. I had to banish myself to my room while Garth had to chase after the little one, when he should be resting himself. Luckily it was only the 3 day flu, so by Friday I was a little weak but Feeling much better. I was ready to get back into action. To top it all off I took Tara to the doctor today because of her lack of sleep and found out she has a DOUBLE ear infection. Like I said before it really has been one thing after another, but the good news is we have all SURVIVED and we are all on our way to GOOD HEALTH!!!
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Poor little Tara, hopefully you'll be able to enjoy the rest of the weekend.
I hope ya'll get feeling better! Both my niece and nephew, who are sister and brother, had their elbows pull out of joint (sounds kinda like what's going on with Tara) and they have both outgrown it fine. I am pretty sure my nephew had his arm casted once then after that every time it happened the doc would just put it back together and wrap it like you said the chiropractor did with Tara. I don't know if it's the same thing, but I hope she outgrows it soon. POOR THING!
Another ear infection??? Uh-oh. That sounds like one step closer to tubes. I think you just have bad luck. I have one more kid than you and we have NEVER had a week like that. The joys of being a mother :)!
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