What a day

At 4a.m….I…the misses… went downstairs to let Mojo outside and put Lacey in the crate. Mojo was barking, whining and pushing his 30lb paw on the crate door. Lacey was waiting patiently to get into the crate…

Yes she did,  anyhow, what a wild freakin day. It started out with me going to the gym as usual as I said. Then when I finished up with my shower, the misses and I sat on the couch and watched the rest of the Men’s Olympic road race (bicycles). It started at 4am our time so it was over about 9:30 as it was 165 miles. It was a good race, we sure enjoy the Olympics. The youngest wanted to play with his friend so the oldest and I went up to the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer shoot that my friend and his girlfriend put on every year. Now hold onto your hats as this is where you actually get to shoot fully automatic machine guns. Lots of off duty policemen who are also friends of mine, volunteer to help. The oldest was quite excited and when we arrived my friend who’s the owner, took care of us personally. Taking into consideration the oldest guys size and the various recoil of specific guns, we selected a couple for him and after some extra safety instruction, he was off firing away in 5 to 10 shot bursts. He had a blast and was quite the shot. My friend commented “he’s a great shot, just like his dad”.  As I said, they put this on every year and raise $20,000 to $25,000 dollars and then always have a party at his house afterwards. We said we’d try to stop by later if we could.

Meanwhile the misses was at home and the night before we had noticed one side of her chest was swollen. In the morning it looked even more swollen. We had decided before we left that she’d call the on call physician to make sure everything’s all right. Now our doctor left for France Friday so we had to wait for a call from the doc covering for her. The doctor (Tanya) had the misses email some photos of her breasts to her to see what was going on. On her first try she got one letter wrong in the email address so some lucky person somewhere received an email of 2 nice looking breasts! After reviewing the photos and talking to us she decided the safest thing to do was to go to the hospital for a ultrasound. So off we went. We arrived around 12:30 and had the run around for about 20 minutes before we had an “order” for the ultrasound. It went fairly quick and within 30 minutes we were back on the phone with Tanya, the on call doctor. She told us right away the radiologist said it looks like a blood clot and a hematoma meaning internal bleeding. So that settled it, and hour and a half later after she could get her team to the hospital, the misses would be back in the OR for surgery. We went back downstairs to get admitted and then went up to the same place where she recuperated 10 days ago to get prepped for surgery. We were actually the only ones there as it was Saturday. Soon we had a bunch of nurses and doctors with us and then Tanya arrived. She explained everything and 15 minutes later, the misses was in. It all happened so fast!

I ran home to feed the dogs, check on the kids, turn on the lights and then head back to the hospital. The misses was out of surgery before I jumped in the car to go back as Tanya had called me to tell me everything was fine. So we arrived at the hospital at 12:30 and she was out of surgery at 4:50, wow, can’t do that in Canada or the U.K. or probably any country with socialized medicine! I arrived and the misses was awake and doing fine and 15 minutes later we were on the way home. It turns out it wasn’t a hematoma after all but rather about 200 cc’s of plasma (about a dixie cup full) which is the yellowish fluid that you sometime get if you scrape yourself and it oozes out. This was nothing the misses did (like over doing it) or anything, just something that happened in the initial surgery, or so the doctor thinks.

Anyhow we made it home safe, called Uncle T and Aunt B where the boys had been for the last hour (they were at the neighbors most of the day) and I got the misses in bed. Imagine if you will, showing up at the hospital for a test and bam, you’re in surgery, kind of scary anyway you slice it. The misses handled it in her usual tough way. She’s one of the toughest people I know.

Well thank God for watching over the misses. Tanya said it was great the misses caught the swelling as most people would have overlooked it which would have been the wrong thing to do.

Hopefully today is a calmer day with no drama, take care and God Bless