Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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.

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


Pepper G. said...

Damn girl, you left me with nothing to complain about. I hope everyone is on the mend. Your strength is like no other, and I hope you found some time to do something for you. I'm going to call you this week, which means next week.

Love you Mag,

Mesina said...

omg...I just hope everyone and everything gets better. I can't believe the amount of shit you guys have had to go through, my thoughts and love are with you.

Love you loads, remember you're never alone and you are so loved. xxx

Hennifer said...

This is some kind of record you need to inform your family NOT to try to break!!!

Sending love and energy to get through this!

dobby said...

Oh. My.