Happy Ending


In the middle of one night
Miss Clavel turned on her light
and said, "Something is not right!"

I've heard my kids cry wolf on a number of occasions. So Jen's, "my stomach hurts" did not alarm me until she asked me to come and kept repeating..."I've just never felt anything like this before." After sleeping with my ear next to the phone on Wed night, I knew I would go when I got up Thurs morning. 3 days, one health clinic, 2 doctors, 6-hour stay at Swedish Covenant Hospital, an ultrasound, blood work, and one pelvic exam threat later, Jen gets a clean bill of health, the pain subsides and all is well.
Interspersed through out the 52 hour appendectomy scare we did have some awesome mother daughter time. Wish we could say the same for our reality TV week. A.I. is totally rigged because Mandisa getting voted off is pure bull****. And then the nerds came in last on A.R. What? Producers!!!!! Make it a non-elimination round, we love the nerds. Nerds rule. So we held high hopes for our Survivor night. Boston Market, pinot, and popcorn. Then Austin, the first christian acting christian ever gets voted off. I can hardly watch anymore. But I will. In reality on Friday, while checking in at the weirdest family practice office ever, in walks a middle age Greg Maddux look alike in full Chicago Cubs regalia. All but the cleats. As he turns his back to us we can't help but notice the name on his uniform...Maddux. I kid you not. It WAS opening day at Wrigley, but what grown man would wear that to the Dr.'s office. I can only assume it was Greg Maddux himself getting a pregame check up. And I had my digital right in purse. Later when we had a break between blood work and ultrasound, we stopped by North Park to turn in some homework and I saw a girl with flashing strobe lights embedded in her sandal heels. Ya know, the kind that no kid over 5 would be caught dead in. Jen pointed out to me that it was not a college student but a high school group touring the campus. Whew. So then back to the hospital for one more test and the results. Finally a waiting room with magazines. We check in, sit down, and just before burying my head in TIME, I look up to see, none other than another grown man in all his baseball finery. OK so it probably wasn't Greg Maddux. More waiting. Annie reassured us with the not too well known fact that the appendix is only about the size of a large bean. Tony is on a 10 hour road trip. We were in the hospital for over half of it. Kate has landed in CA. Melissa's roommate asked her and Otha to leave while she entertained her MySpace boyfriend. Ben has an interview with the staff at Mars Hill on Monday. Jen does not have an Ovarian cyst or appendicitis. Life will go on. Crazy people on the internet, jeep man honking continuously while I turn into the Emergency entrance, and Matt will forever agitate, irritate and make me laugh till I cry. The Cubs will always have their fans. Reality TV is so not. 2 and 1/2 days with Jen waiting, more waiting praying, talking, laughing, I spy, and two or three stir crazy seizures,...priceless.
"Good night, little girls!
Thank the lord you are well!
And now go to sleep!"
said Miss Clavel.
And she turned out the light-
and closed the door-
and that's all there is-
there isn't any more.

Posted: Sat - April 8, 2006 at 04:36 PM          

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