The following Monday, I was sent to see a urologist. He of course, let me know that I was holding onto to a very large stone and I needed surgery this week. I asked exactly what surgery entailed. He explained to me (as I was taken to x-ray again)that I would be given an anesthetic, fall into a deep-deep sleep and then have intensive lithotripsy . The doctors would blast my giant stone into smithereens...so that my poor bladder could handle letting it go. This is exactly what happened yesterday...and now I'm just recovering from the effects.
My kids have been wonderful to help each other, and the neighbors have been so kind to bring dinner to feed us. I was fortunate to have my hubby come back down (from work up north). During the whole craziness, my little five year old, Starwars, has been having his own meltdown.
Starwars' teacher sent home a note yesterday, saying that he has been "acting out" his anger...I found this note (little yellow sticky-pad paper) under his bed. Right before he was to get off the bus from school, I got a phone-call from my friend across town-who use to babysit Starwars after school. She said, "Your son is standing on my doorstep!". I guess Starwars had attempted his own "running away" scene-and made it to her house! He talked his way into catching a ride with a little girl from his class. The "aunt" of the little girl, thought she was doing me a favor-taking him to the babysitters. We were all just a little stunned, on what a smooth talker he was- to skip riding his own bus home. My husband was sent to retrieve the run-away kid and was more than happy to scold him:) I found myself in the position of hugging this child and then putting him on the time-out couch.
The Lord was surely watching out for this little boy and his mother too. We have had quite a roller-coaster ride going on here!! Let's hope next week is a little bit smoother...