I have been blogging later and later in the week. It's good the semester is almost over or I might start running into the next week. I thought this week would be easier than the last but I forgot how draining it is when someone has surgery. Roy had a deviated septum repair and two nasal polyps removed this week. That took my whole day Thursday and Friday. I had saved my peer reviews to do while he was in the operating room and that was good to have something to concentrate on. Otherwise, I might have worried the whole time. I think that has been one of the positive side effects of me going to school. My life is not entirely wrapped up in my family so I have something else to concentrate on. School kept me from obsessing when my Mother was sick and dieing too. I had other things to focus on.
It's Easter Saturday. The kids are outside running off their sugar high. We do baskets of goodies and our egg hunt today to help us focus on the importance of Easter on Sunday. Last night we dyed eggs at 9:00pm. That was too late for me to be genuinely patient with small children but we were up against a deadline and all my big people were out of the house. Ryan and Audrey were at a party and Tyler, Neal and Melissa were at another party. Finally, Roy was recuperating in bed, but that doesn't change much he has never participated in egg dying. Blake (age 12) was the oldest at home and little Lydia (1 yr) was trying to crack them all. I think it has been 12 years since there have only been 6 kids home coloring eggs. Even so we all 6 colors going constantly.
I am speaking in church tomorrow. I wasn't sure I would have time to properly prepare but Roy kind of accepted for me. I also have a lesson to prepare, a house to clean, shopping to do and a meal to plan. The family is going to a baptism this afternoon and Melissa wants her skirt taken in before her first dance tonight. I think I could handle it all if I wasn't trying to take care of Roy.
The percocet makes Roy loopy and helpless. Still I will take that over what almost happened. His surgery went very well. The Doctor called it "text book". They waited to come and get me until he was in his room so I had several hours to do school work. After had eaten they gave him some vicodin for the pain. Within a few minutes he started coughing and saying that his throat hurt. Then he complained that it felt like it was closing up. Before long we had 3 nurses in the room trying to figure out what was going on. The only thing that helped a little was feeding him ice chips. After a call to the Doctor and they decide it was a reaction to the medication so he was given benadryl. With in 10 minutes he was better. He has taken vicodin before but now he appears to be allergic to it. The nurse didn't want to leave the room after that until I reassured her that I would call at the first sign of more trouble. As always, I handled it fine at the time but when I got home that night, I broke down. He came home to the couch Friday and will probably be there for a few days.
Lots to do and not much time gotta run!
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