“But what about ME??”

So, it might be my gallbladder.  Or not.  All I know is, the radiologist will get back to the doctor who referred me sometime today to tell him what the ultrasound of my liver and gallbladder looked like.  Or not.

If not, call by 3 pm to see if they sent the report yet.

Obviously, I’m not going to drop dead or be hospitalized at any given second, so I am laying as low as possible, with Friend’s generously loaned lavender heat pack warming my middle, and planning low-fat meals for the near future.

However, the kids’ reaction to this whole “Mom needs to go to the doctor” event was summed up quite nicely by Tad on Sunday night.

We were all over at Friend and Doc’s house, having dinner.  After dinner, I was in enough pain to tell the Webmaster that we needed to get home early.  Friend graciously sped up the kids’ dessert, and I told them to get ready to leave.

Tad said, “Why, Mama?”

“Because Mama doesn’t feel good and we should get home.”

He looked up at me with his big hazel brown eyes and said plaintively, “But what about ME??”

Which is why I was up at 2 am doing laundry last night, and finishing putting together Ane’s valentines for her class (she’d decorated the fronts, I was just putting them on card stock).  Because even if Mom is sick, people still need underwear and the valentines still have to be made.

And, when you’re six and a half and on a carefully constructed schedule that resides on the fridge door for you to check every day, it really is all about you.

And yes, the valentines are done.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, February 14th, 2012 at 12:31 am and is filed under Mommyhood, Sick Days.
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