How Was Your Memorial Day Weekend?

This Memorial Day weekend was picture perfect!  The temperature was in the 70’s, not a cloud in the sky, the smell of grills in the air, all the things that one would expect from the unofficial start to spring!

Or so I’ve been told.

I spent two of the three days in the hospital.  One day in the Emergency Room and one day in a room after spending the night under observation.  But it wasn’t for me, it was for my daughter.

Saturday night she went to her room very early because she was extremely tired.  She spent most of the day playing hard in the yard with her friends so it was not unusual for her to be tired but when my wife checked in on her about 6PM my wife noticed that she was running a low fever.  After my wife left for the night, my daughter came down to the family room asking for medicine because she was really not feeling well.  After a dose of Tylenol I did not hear from her for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Sunday, she woke but didn’t move off the bed.  My wife took her temperature and she was not running a fever but my daughter was complaining of bad pains on the lower left side of the stomach.  She could not stand and she was doubled over in pain.  My wife immediately thought appendicitis.

Off to the Emergency Room we go to the local Children’s Hospital.  While there the took X-ray’s, poked her stomach, called in surgeons, poked some more, took some blood, poked some more and took a urine sample.  Oh, and they poked some more. 

All during this time, she seemed to slowly feel better in that the more they pressed and poked her stomach, the less she complained about the pain.  The X-rays came back inconclusive and we were instructed by the doctors that they didn’t think that she had appendicitis but they were not 100% sure and wanted to keep her overnight for observation. 

Thankfully, she is very much like me.  She has a high pain tolorance and takes life in stride.  She was fine with staying and my wife decided that she would stay with her.  That was fine with me because at that point I could go home and watch the last 90 laps of the Coca Cola 600. 

The next morning, Monday, I drove over to the hospital and after they ran a few more tests they, the doctors decided and determined that her problem was nothing more than she had a turd stuck.  Poop!  Doodie!  Basically they told me and my wife that my daughter was full of shit!

I missed 2 days because my daughter is constipated!  I missed BBQ’s, drinking beer late into the night, hanging with friends and neighbors all because my little girl needed to poo!

So hopefully, you my faithful 8 readers had a better weekend than I.  Because, thanks to my daughter, who I now call my little shit, I missed out on the great weather!

Finally, To Those That Have Served, To Those That Gave Their Lives, So That We May Live          Thank You!