three dogged nights

Home away from home, our impromptu retreat this week:



Thursday night: Lumbo-sacral injury, seriously no fun. Quinn's first time in the ER:

First blood draw. Didn't even flinch:


Friday night:
Todd collapsed and had a seizure, the first of his life, while home with Quinn. Scary stuff:


Getting his cat scan:

He seized for four hours. One of the scariest nights of my life.

Saturday:
My mama being wheeled into surgery:


I insisted on scud boots because the putrid grey grippy socks are lame:

Mom's surgery took three times the estimated duration.

So tired. (Enough to fall asleep on a hospital bench.)


"An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship." ~Spanish Proverb