Let’s start with the cute. Here’s our crew. Decked out and ready to trick-or-treat on Halloween Evening. Sami as Little Bo Peep, Ali as Indian Girl, Eliza as a French Painter, Gordon as Captain America, and Spencer as Batman.
Here’s the not cute. In fact, it’s flat out unbecoming.
This is Friday, Halloween morning, about 3 AM in the ER. After waking with excruciating pain in my stomach and back. Followed by nausea. A repeat from Thursday morning when I experienced similar symptoms after taking the kids to school.
I was literally writhing on the floor while Gordon knelt by my head and said, “I’m going to say a prayer for you Mommy.” His prayer worked. Because I lost my breakfast in the toilet and the pain subsided. Weirdest episode ever. But since I felt better, I just went about the normal day. Didn’t even tell Doug about it.
By midnight however, I knew something was wrong. Considering the pain in my back, I wondered if it might be a kidney stone. I’ve never had one before so I got online, did some reading while I squirmed in my chair, then phoned my Dad. Bless his heart. He had just come off a midnight shift. But he was totally coherent when he answered the phone. “Hi dear,” he said. “What’s going on?” I told him I could hardly breathe I was in so much pain. We discussed details and he said, “Yep. Sounds like a kidney stone. I’m coming over. Wake Doug and tell him you need to go to the Emergency Room.”
Thankfully, the ER was quiet. We got right in and after a significant dose of morphine and tordal, followed by a CT scan to confirm the stone, we left with scripts for percocet and zofran, and instructions to moderate the pain, strain all my urine, and wait 48 hrs for it to pass.
Worst timing. I love Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday. The kids had their Halloween parade that morning, I was supposed to help with class parties. I had 25 mason jars in the car, plus supplies, all ready to go for a class craft. And now? I was going to lie in bed miserable, trying to get a handle on the incredible pain this miniscule stone was causing me.
Doug has had a surprising amount of comments over the last few years that he looks like Barack. Can you see it? Maybe in the hair? Well, we thought we’d run with that and give it a go. My wig looked more Elvis than First Lady, and the bronzer we used on our skin didn’t quite cut it. (You just can’t fake skin color.) But we did our best. And funny enough, we won best couples costume. I especially love Deb’s presidential photobomb.
Here’s the amazing piñata Will and his buddy Silas made. The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Every year they amaze us. And it seems such a shame when we hack it to pieces with a bat.