It's Tuesday

Well, glad that this weekend is over. The kids went back to school today, that was a blessing. It isn't that they are bad, just bored. We had a nice Easter and hope that all of you did the same.

Saturday was another story. Cassidy woke very early, with a fever and was vomiting. She was holding her right side and crying that she hurt there. I am not usually a panic stricken mother, but Saturday I became one. Let's just say that I was dressed in under a minute flat and had the car backing out of the driveway before I could think. I carried her into the local ER and worried terribly. After 8 hours, we came home. Diagnosis: something bacterial going on, so she was given antibiotics to help clear the infection. Doc couldn't see in her ears, she had a ton of wax , but had congestion, had high white count in her blood work, so it was a warranted perscription. As for the pains in her side, gas...gas, what an expensive bout of gas that will be, but better safe than sorry. She had blood work, a urinalysis, a chest xray, and a CT scan. The chest exray was to make sure that she didn't have pneumonia, that can cause pain in the sides, and when that was ruled out, the Ct was to ensure that she didn't have any organ problems, or as I thought, an appendix problem. The nurse gave her the first dose of the antibiotic un the ER, and then I took the script with me. Poor Cassidy, did a lot of sleeping that afternoon and evening, a lot of floids, no solids, but that was ok too. When she woke the next am, no fever, she looked bedraggled, but was raring to go.

So, Easter, it was. The kids got their baskets, they loved their "presents." Nothing big, but something for Easter. We went for brunch at Scott's sister in law and brother's home, and they had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. It was nice. Then we went home, for me to begin cooking, and cook I did. Too much food, but it was a good meal, and it was nice to be able to do it. I am glad that I did it too. I was chasing demons so to say. It was hard, it was sad, but I am glad that I did it. I didn't cry or get upset, but it was there, I really missed my mother. I winged a few things, I didn't have anyone to call to ask, she isn't there to pick her brain, but I tried to remember, and I hope that I did. Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal, and I tried to send people home with food, unsuccesfully for the most part, but I got my mother in law to take some things home. Now, I recover. I sit and relax a little, and try to figure out what the heck to do with all of these leftovers.