Hello. If I want to say SHIT I can say SHIT If I want to say the door guard is a bitch I will Say she's a bitch. If my grandmother or Uncle corrects me one more time I'm going to go apeshit!

Ok, so I was happily, well maybe not so happily working Monday afternoon when my soon to be brother in law called and said that my grandmother had called my sister and that the neighbor had gone over and mom was unresponsive and that Stephanie was taking her to the ER because if we called 911 they would take her to the tiny rural hospital closest to us and we didn't want that.

Saturday Night at my Sisters house, she was fine.

The following events I had NO knowledge of until I got here to the ER Monday Night!

Sunday morning she and my grandmother were getting ready to go to church, and she grabbed her head and cried out. She had a splitting headache, so took a pain pill and went to bed. My sister and her finace went over there. She was kindof out of it so they attributed it to the pain pill and went about their business. She kept getting more and more confused as the day went on, and even at some point around supper time, she couldn't even figure out how to eat her cereal. (no grandmother did not call either me or my sister tyvm) Then around midnight she was still loopy and dizzy and fel in the bathroom. They called 911 to help her up because my gramma couldn't do it. The EMT's offered to take her to the ER but she didn't "hurt herself" so my grandmother wouldn't let them.

On Monday morning she was not waking up good, not responding appropriately. Gramma went "to the fence to visit with Judy the neighbor" and told her that "she was worried about Joan" So Judy said she'd go check on her later Monday and see how she was doing. THANK GOD! Judy got over there and mom was just totally out of it. She couldn't remember her phone number, she just wasn't answering questions appropriately, and just not behaving appropriately. And she told my grandmother that she needed to take her to the emergency room so she could be seen. SO she finally called my sister and Sister went got her and took her here, where we sit.

At first in the ER they said she had taken too much medication. Yeah don't go there with me. She hadn't taken a Vicodin in over 24 hours, and Anything else was long out of her system. I of course got the reinforcements and called my friend who is a PharmD who's husband is a Neurologist, and made sure that there wasn't anything that was going to make her that obtunded that long. They scanned her and found a FUCKING HUGE subdural hematoma. The brain was so pushed over that the ventricles on the right side of her brain were totally not visible and the whole thing was way past midline (None of these are fantastic things by the way) They went in Monday Night and drained the hematoma and cauterized the bleeder. She went to ICU and was some better Tuesday morning, she was talking a little bit, not a great bit but knew who she was and where she was. My sister said she did ok and they rescanned her and she had a pretty good day most of the day, and was becoming more and more responsive, but then around 7-730 when night shift got here, she started becoming more obtunded again. They had given her some Morphine about 6 pm and they thought at first that might be it. I called around ten and she was still really gorked. The night nurse seemed concerned, and had called Dr Vaughn several times. So I was up here yesterday shortly before 8.

We were hoping she would be doing better and possibly get to move to a room. When I went in at 8 she was fair. She was actually able to eat a little bit. Was able to answer a few questions. The nurse she had yesterday however wasn't nearly as aggressive as I am. Went in there at noon time and she was more sleepy, more unresponsive. Would tell me who I was when I asked her but other than that it was nothing. We went in at 3 and she wouldn't respond at all so I asked the nurse if we could do an EEG to see if she was seizing, because that's one of the effects of that much swelling in the brain and that much displacement. She said Oh well I'll see if Dr Vaughn wants one, I said NO you'll call Dr Vaughn and tell him that's what we're doing. The neurologist said that it was abnormal but it was hard to determine whether it was residual trauma from the surgery or if it was seizure activity but they loaded her with Keppra and were going to repeat the CT.....

FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATER, they finally get her in the scanner, and Dr Vaughn comes back to tell us that there is a reacummulation of fluid. I saw the CT and there was a lot of swelling and the fluid was back up almost to the size of the initial hematoma. So they went back in last night and drained it again and put in a few drains there, and she's on the vent now. She's still riding it at the moment, but she's more responsive and the big picture looks better at least to me. The external picture still looks damn scary though.

So there we are to this point.

And thankful every second that Ali is back from Maternity leave. I swear to God sometimes that she is THE only reason I continue to watch this show. OH and I'm kinda liking the new Will

Ok, lets see whats been going on.

Kidney stone up date number four gazillion and thirty. Chuck's miserable. He had two stones a month or so ago, and the huge one that's just sitting there causing drama. They finally scheduled him for litho next Wednesday, which I'm so happy about I could bust because a miserable man is definately NO FUN to have around.

I lost my keys and work badge a week ago due to the utter and complete shock of the fact that my husband had bought me a dozen roses, for no particular reason. Put them down and can not find them to save my friggin life. I have torn this house into shreds looking for them to no avail. Anyone wanting to come look is more than welcome to do so.

I haven't cooked in two weeks. And my house looks like a hurricane passed through it. The kicker is that I'm too friggin tired to even think about cleaning it today

Jacobs Social studies project is due April 9th and we haven't done a damn thing to finish it.. it looks like its going to be a busy few weeks.

The last two days have been apeshit insane at work. Busy busy busy kids. And I have probably not sat down for more than three minutes either day. I think I will veg in the friggin recliner for the next eight hours since tomorrow will be spent toting Jacob around getting pictures for the Louisiana History project

I am still alive. As you all know winter in the Peds universe is fun to say the least. I just wanted you guys to know I'm still alive, even if I have nothing interesting to contribute to the discussion

Finally watching Saw Five... have watched Prom Night already this morning.... I'm all about the psycho people today

and I'm not at all happy about it! I think death would be better! And whats worse is that we have a baby sitter tomorrow and we were planning on going to see Friday the 13th, because... seriously.. its Friday the 13th. And... I was a kid in the eighties, and we love slasher movies, so I'm going to see a slasher movie for date night. Not that we've had one in forever, because uh... crazy insaneness.

So. this is just a note to let you all know that I am alive... and just haven't had a whole heck of alot to say

Chuck had litho, what 18 months ago. At that time there was a large stone in one of his kidneys, which one I don't remember. They decided to let it be and see what happens. He started bleeding the end of last week. A lot of pain. I tried to get him to go to the ER all weekend but he sat here and ate pain pills. He said he would tough it out until Monday when he was just about to die. So I finally convinced him to call the urologist, and fortunately they could get him in, so they did xrays and another CT and he went back yesterday and they told him that it wasn't the HUGE stone, two smaller stones, one in each kidney that were on the move and were passable.

The big one will have to be litho'd sooner rather than later, and he went to the cardiologist for a check up today and they discussed him getting off his Plavix for couple of weeks, so he won't bleed to death.

He's whiney as all hell. But he took two pain pills and should be comatose shortly.

My boys are wired for sound today! I'm not sure what they gave them in school today, but HELLO, they're binging off the walls. Not sure whats up with that. John is "superstar" in his class this week, so yesterday I brought some coloring books, and bookmarks and a poster, about washing hands!!! I know it wasn't thrilling or anything but hello, it's important. We bought treats for today, and tomorrow I'm going to go meet him for lunch. We're going to have Raisin Canes... and you guys SO wish you had one wherever you are cause they're SO GOOD.

Then I'm going to get a friggin Hair cut! I'm so friggin shaggy it's not even funny.

RUMOR MILL.... Tammy! Donny Osmond is rumored to be on the next season of Dancing with the Stars that starts in March. If so I think I shall die! I shall burn up the phone lines voting!

I'll be glad when next week starts and the real singing begins, on American Idol, I'm done with the whole crazy people!

OH... BTW, How cool is it that I'm playing Scrabble on facebook with someone I haven't seen in 20 years!

So I got to leave work early yesterday and decided on a whim to call my nanny to see if she was home. (to you non coonasses my nanny is my godmother and its a very revered position in a large Cajun family). Almost like another mother well if you're raised in it which we all know my mom tried her hardest to prevent. So I went last night. I haven't seen her in years and she's had a rough several years there. She's 33 months sober. The longest bout of sobriety I can ever remember in the last 20 years. She was a nurse and a damn good one too except the lortab and vodka got in the way. She's only a year out of the homeless shelter and has a couple of semesters left on an English education degree before she can start student teaching. I'm very proud of her.

Of the eight of my dads siblings, she was always the one I related to most. We had so much in common even when I was a kidlet. We had a nice long talk last night. I left work at a little before five and by the time I got across town in crazy traffic it was 530 and I only intended to stay a little while but it was almost 8 when I finally left last night but it was good in a lot of ways. She gets the fact that my dad is just generally angry and an ass most of the time. She grew up with him. She gets the drama my mom causes cause my mom is so like my dads mom it isn't funny! And it was good to talk about how isolated I feel from that side of the family because of the way my parents are and how I'm jealous because I see all my cousins interacting with each other in loving teasing ways, and although I see myself in them so much, I don't feel a part of them because I never had that opportunity!

Of course it does say a lot to the nature versus nurture debate. Because although I was only raised with the very minimum of influence from my dads family, I am so much like them it isn't funny! Attitudes, ideals, morals, personality, likes, dislikes, the whole nine yards. We even read the same books and have the same thoughts about them! Hilarious

In other news... The patient who has been here since his seventh day of life on 9/13, left this morning to Georgetown university hospital to evaluate him for a transplant. Yes I cried!

Fell going down the stairs with the laundry this morning. Now there is sharp shooting pain in my lower back and numbness and pain all the way down my leg. Suckage to be me. I have to go to work tomorrow, I hope I'll be able to.

Chuck just informed me that after we paid the bills we don't have enough money to buy groceries. Wonderful.

Ok, so I have an unreasonably invested interest in this seasons Bachelor. Not sure why. I fell in love with him when he got his heart broken on The Bachelorette this summer. Well ok so not in love in the sense that I'd replace my husband with him but in love in the way that I adore how they've portrayed him. He just seems like a great guy. So needless to say I'm watching this season with renewed interest, and not just in the whole some people will do anything to get on television kinda way.

I'm kind of hoping that Jillian is the F1, but I'm afraid all the warm fuzzies are just red herrings from the producers to divert attention away from the real final one.
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Nip Tuck last night was teh awesome. Julian MacMahon is playing the hell out of Christian so far this season. It was ripping my guts out! And then just rutting sex with LIZ wtf was up with that??? OH and its about time Sean came clean with Christian. You know he's you're one true love Sean. And you know he's going to support you no matter what crazy ass bullshit you're going through. SRSLY!

American Idol. The parade of insanity began last night. No one really jumps out at me. That Kentucky chick with no family has a great tone to her voice, but we all know he first few episodes are all about the crazy people. You know those people who should have someone taking care of them who will prevent them from embarassing themselves on national television.

Have the last five or six episodes of Big Love from last season on the DVR to catch up before the new season starts next week.

Whew, good thing cause I was sick of the winter hiatus

John went to bed with his brother, without prompting whining or arguing. To sleep in his bed. Happily. I think the aliens have come and taken my kid and left this one in his place. Just last night we had a 20 minute conversation about why he couldn't sleep in his bed and why he had to sleep stuck up my hiney. He said he wasn't. He wanted to sleep with me. Not even one little flicker of interest in sleeping in his bed. Who knows!