I guess this is the part where I say Merry Christmas to everyone and wish everyone an awesome holiday. Sorry if I just don't have the energy to muster that without it sounding like a lie.
This comes from a previous post, where I mentioned that my husband had come down with the flu. Since then, things have become remarkably worse. I spent some time in the hospital with an asthma attack, and learned that I also have an upper respiratory infection and sinus infection. Not to mention a nasty little fever too. Both girls have become ill to lesser extent as well.
But the biggest is that Rudy has been in the hospital since yesterday afternoon, and not because of the flu. He has intussusception, which is where the intestine basically telescopes on itself. If not treated quickly, he will die. And in case you can't tell, he has not been treated yet, so I am getting very upset. There isn't much I can do about any of it, because I am so sick I cannot even enter the same part of the hospital he is in. So I cannot see my husband.
Merry Christmas to me, huh?
My mom and brother traveled to Phoenix to have Christmas with us and my grandparents and everything is essentially ruined. It's sad, very sad, and yes, I am taking this moment to pity myself. I know things COULD be worse, but they sure don't feel like they could get any worse.
My husband is sleeping alone, in pain, in a hospital. I am sleeping alone, in my own bed, totally sick. My girls are at Grandma's, a little sick and missing me. It's sad. I'm sad. It's not a Merry Christmas.
Please pray for us, we sure could use it.
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