Friday, August 8, 2008

Sleepless in Avalon



Why sleepless you might ask? Because the pain in my leg hasn't gone away and it's especially bad at night when it's time to go to bed. This just seems to compound the problem. I spent Tuesday in the emergency room at Shore Memorial Hospital trying to see if I could find a doctor suitable enough to tell me what the problem is. After five hours, they said it's tendonitis. I've never been to medical school and even I know it's not tendonitis. But they had to make sure that they scared me while I was there. They did some blood work and saw something that was elevated in the test which might indicate a blood clot. That necessitated an ultrasound which was done in the cardiac/vascular wing of the hospital. When they were wheeling me in there (I wanted to walk; they insisted on the wheelchair) and I saw those words, I didn't like the feel of them. Well, my blood flow was fine so I left there not knowing any more than I did when I arrived. I did get a prescription for percocet which I haven't even taken yet because I'm afraid it will make me sick.

Bryan (my FSIL) thinks that my last blog entry was quite funny because all I did was complain. Based on that, he should be doubled over with laughter after reading this one. I just think it stinks that I go away on vacation and my vacation is ruined because I can't do anything because of the pain. Everyone is at the beach right now and here I am typing something for my blog.

Still no news of the baby.....he's definitely not ready to face this world. He probably knows that his grandmother is miserable and he'd rather wait until I'm in a better mood to welcome him into this world before he decides to make his entry.

The good news is that Michael and his friends are having a great time. There's a few bars down here that are quite busy any day of the week. Some have karoke and some have beer pong contests. Last night, they had quite a party of their own here before they even went out. Oh to be so young again without a care in the world and without any "pain in your leg". Here's a great picture that I took of them right before they headed out to dinner the other night. The sun is setting in the background and you can see the reflection in the bay. That's Kyle from Nebraska on the left, followed by Chris from Maryland and Steve from California and then Michael.....from all points around the world.

I'm also sitting here looking at all the books I brought with me to be read while sitting on the beach. So, since I can't sit on the beach, they're all still sitting here waiting for a reader. Could I be any more miserable? I don't think so. One more week of vacation and then I can go home and be in pain. Hopefully, by that time I'll be able to get an appointment with my spine specialist who will give me a shot relieving me from my misery.

So Bryan, was this one funny enough for you????

2 comments:

JoAnn said...

I think you have good reason to whine and whine and whine!!!

Can't you call the doctor today, get an appointment for Monday, get the shot, and come back to the beach and enjoy your last week? At least that way you could salvage part of your beach time.

Have you even called your spine guy and told him what you are going through? Want me to call him? Sometimes we feel too crappy to even be our own advocate.

Anonymous said...

Your making me sound the like the WSIL (Worst Son-in-law) with those comments. Let me set the record straight for your loyal fans.

I don't think it's funny that you are in pain. OBV! I think it's terrible as I expressed on the phone to you yesterday. I think it's especially awful that this is happening right now when you are on vacation and when the baby is about to be born.

I thought your blog was funny the other day because at the end of the first paragraph you said, enough of me complaining.... you then typed a little more... and then began to complain again and for the remainder of the entry.

By the way, Liz told you about what I said and said you were laughing out loud about it. You can't do that and then throw me under the bus.

Still F.S.I.L.

P.S. - Still nothing with Liz. I could kill that Dr. for getting me all jazzed about the baby and then nothing happens. That would be like telling Liz we are celebrating Christmas two weeks early when we aren't.