MIA

I hope some one is asking, "Where did she go?", but I am pretty sure no one has missed me.  However, I will explain my absence just in case.  On Thursday, May 14, my baby - who is 17 (almost 18), over 6 feet tall and weighing in at 220 - had minor surgery to remove his adenoids and have his turbinates reduced.  What, you ask, are turbinates?  Well, Wikipedia says " the turbinates divide the nasal airway into three groove-like air passages –and are responsible for forcing inhaled air to flow in a steady, regular pattern around the largest possible surface of cilia and climate controlling tissue."  So now you have had your anatomy lesson for the day.

The Dr. assured us that by having the surgery on Thursday he would be ready to return to school on Monday, thereby just missing two days.  This was very important because we are close to the end of the school year.  However, after recovery we still have allergy tests to complete and new medicine (hopefully) to adjust to, so my reasoning was to go ahead and start.

We were told to be at the hospital at 10:30 to check in for our surgery. At 1:00 we were moved from the waiting room to the pre-op room, where we waited.  At 3:30 he was finally taken back to the OR for surgery.  At 5:00 the Dr. told us the surgery was successfully completed, D should "take it easy" for the next couple of days, no straining, and not to bend over - not even to tie his shoes.  I went into the recovery room when he woke up and helped him get ready to leave.  As he sat up, he remarked that he didn't think he would be able to walk out to the car, but the nurse assured him that was normal and she would get him a wheel chair.  It wasn't until I was half-way home that I realized I had no wheel chair to get him into the house - and I wasn't sure I would be able to support him.  However, we did fine getting into the house and were on the road to recovery. 

Sunday night he was a little nauseous, but got up Monday morning and headed to school.  An hour later I got a text.  "very sick. need to come home. now."  So home, he went.  Very sick was a little understated.  For the next 4 days my baby, who can eat 5 full meals a day, ate nothing but jello and water.  My baby who was not supposed to strain or bend over spent most of his awake moments bent over the porcelain throne, giving up the jello and water.  

We stopped the medications, we changed the jello, we even tried chicken noodle soup.  Nothing made him better.  Finally, on Thursday, I emailed my church family and asked for prayers.  Friday, after work, I walked in the house to my baby sitting upright, showered, shaved, dressed, and asking to go to Applebee's for steak.  He hasn't sat down since.  

Thank you God!  I am sorry I didn't hand this to you earlier in the week.  Now, could you please help him catch up on all the school work he missed last week in the 6 days of school that are left?