This past weekend ranked in my top 3 worst weekends ever (the others were in March 2000 and October 2003).
Friday morning, I was planning on a nice leisurely trip to the grocery store before spending the day home goofing off. I'd been sick all week while at work, and I was so looking forward to a day just to rest.
That didn't happen.
After I came home from taking Kendra to school, Marti came out of the bathroom and said he was really light-headed. The next thing I knew, he collapsed (luckily, he was near the bed and that's where he landed) and wouldn't respond to me. I called 911 and an ambulance took him to the hospital. He was bleeding internally again (deja vu... October 2003). They drained 800 cc's of blood off his stomach, gave him 4 units of blood in a transfusion, and admitted him to the ICU. He finally came home on Monday.
In the meantime, Kendra was supposed to be staying with my neighbors, but Friday night, I got a call saying that Kendra had thrown up several times. By Saturday morning, her fever was up to 105. Needless to say, I was flipping out. I was so torn. I didn't know who I should be with. Thank goodness I have the best in-laws in the entire world. They came and switched back and forth with me so that I could be with both Marti and Kendra.
Everyone is on the mend now. Kendra still has a weak stomach, but her fever is finally gone. Marti is extremely weak and exhausted, and he hasn't been brave enough to eat very much. We're waiting on some very scary test results for him, and he's got a load of follow-up appts scheduled. Poor guy. They're discussing the possibility of removing a portion of his stomach with surgery. We're REALLY not wanting to go that route, so we're exploring all our options.
And that's pretty much the lastest at our house. Never a dull moment...