Thanksgiving & Black Friday Scare...

So, I know it's a little late, but oh well. You'll all just have to deal with it, not that I think anyone really pays attention to this anymore, but I've been thinking lately that I need to start journaling more, and this is the easiest way to start.

Thanksgiving was really good. It was mom's birthday so we went to her house early and I watched the parade with her and helped her get things ready. I even got to help make the stuffing! It was so cool. My favorite things to cook involve getting your hands dirty, so meat loaf, and now stuffing. We got everything ready for an awesome feast, and had dinner about 7:00 when Manda and Mitch got there from work. It was the latest we've ever had Thanksgiving dinner, but it was a good dinner regardless. The turkey was great! My dad did an excellent job on it.

However, I don't think Dave thought it was so great Friday morning when he puked it all up. Poor guy. We got up about 7:30 on Friday and Dave was terribly sick. He asked me to get him a bucket so I went and got a bucket and then I tried to give it to him, but I don't deal well with puke, and the smell hit me, and I puked too... but mine was smaller and a lot easier for me to get over. Dave called in sick to work and then I left to go shopping with the gals in my family.

I got Dave two great presents, but I didn't get to finish because about 11:30, Dave asked me to come home and take him to the doctor. His stomach was starting to hurt and he was still throwing up, so I had my mom drop me off at home, and off we went to the instacare. After waiting there about 20 minutes, we finally were in to see the doctor, and he told us we needed to go to the ER, because Dave might have appendicitis. It was terrifying for me, until we got to my parents and had Dad and Drew give Dave a priesthood blessing where it was promised that Dave would make a full recovery in a relatively short amount of time. But off to the ER we went.

Dave was dehydrated so they started an IV to get him some fluids, but he wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything. Then after about 3 hours, we finally were up to get a CT scan to see if it really was his appendix. The CT scan was the worst part of the whole thing- it was the only time I had to be separated from him. He was getting the CT scan and I was out in the hall, not even anywhere near him... I couldn't see him or hear him or anything. But when the CT scans were over, we went back into the room to wait and find out the results. At about 6:00, they came in to tell us it wasn't his appendix and that we'd be discharged soon, so we were waiting, but the nurse didn't like Dave's vitals, so she made us stay for another hour to get another bag of fluids into him and hopefully to get his fever down (which didn't work, we left with a temp of 101 which is what we got there with). But we finally got to go home at around 7:00.

Let me tell you, being in a hospital room almost all day is tiring! We filled Dave's prescriptions and then we went home, and literally collapsed into bed, not to wake up until probably 10:00 the next morning.

And Dave is feeling much better, which is a relief for me. He's still got a few times where he feels nauseous, but other than that, he's almost completely better, which is so good. I'm very grateful for it.

In other news, Dave is finished with school! Well, for this semester anyway, which means we'll have a lot more freetime for about 3 weeks... or not with Christmas coming up and all...

Oh, and check out my new picture! It's my new favorite of my sister and I. It's from her wedding... just an FYI, trying to give a woman in a wedding dress a piggy back, doesn't work so well...