Amen, Jimmy Buffet. Thank you MKW for ingraining that song in my head in the 10th grade because who knew how much I'd be singing it when I was 29!
Well last night we made another trip to the hospital - this time for Justin. At 5 pm we were enjoying a tree lighting festival (thinking we were doing something so "normal"). An hour later I was speeding down the Dallas tollway with Justin in the passenger seat moaning in pain and me praying that I wouldn't get in a wreck and that Justin's appendix wouldn't explode before we got to the hospital. We made it safely, thank God, but it turns out it wasn't appendicitis, but a kidney stone - which, according to the nurses, is about the same pain level as having a baby.
Poor Justin. I mean, really?! As we are sitting in the ER late last night, Justin feeling better after being shot up with a morphine cocktail, we both just looked at each other and started laughing.What else could we do?
Today I am so thankful it wasn't something more serious, and now we are back focused on getting Maggie's tests results back. So sorry to always write about our craziness, but I feel like I need to record it because when we're old and gray we'll never remember what all we have been through. And we need to remember!