It's all downhill from here!

As I said to my blogger "mark", I turn 35 and my body gives out. I spent today at the hospital in pain regretting the chocolate cake I had eaten to celebrate my 35th year. I wasn't able to be admitted until 1.00pm even though I arrived by ambulance at 9:30. The pain started shortly after Christopher woke me up demanding his breakfast. At first it felt very similar to heart burn so I took a couple of tums and continued with my morning. By nine o'clock the pain was so severe I was vomitting and writhing about the hall, so my hubby called 911. They arrived shortly after and loaded me in the ambulance and off we went. By the way I never noticed how bumpy the aurora roads were until every bump causes you to feel like someone is digging a knife into your chest. Upon my arrival the triage nurse informed me it was probably gall stones and even though I was in immense pain I was breathing and co-herant and so many others took priority. So for five hours I lay on the stretcher in the ambulence bay with five others waiting, waiting and waiting. When I finally was given my own room I was assessed, blood was taken, an EEG, an I.V. was put in and morphine was put into that---that made me much happier.

Then an ultra-sound, followed by x-rays and then a surgeon came to say it wasn't gall stones but a gall-bladder attack and I would need to have my gall-bladder removed. With four young kids who will need tending he opted to wait until I can make arrangements for their care, so it may not be for awhile. He said that with a gall bladder attack it usually means you will have another, and another until it comes out and so it is wise to get it out while you have control as opposed to having it out in emerg. So that's the next step on my list. It never seems to end and I realized that this is probably the beginning of the long decline that will end with me drooling out my food in an old age home while my children whittle away their large trust funds forgetting their old decrepit mother. Next it will be my hip, and then my hair will fall out, I'll go deaf and blind and be one of those old ladies who yell at inoportune times "huh, what did he say dear I can't hear him?" Ah my youth is behind me and now comes the long journey into that dark night.

To make my humilation just that little bit worse, last night I wore my bright orange pumpkin PJ's to bed. So guess what I was wearing all day long, and of course every-body and their mother had to comment on how festive I looked. Of course you couldn't blame them either because I did kind of stand out.