We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
My turn in the hospital
I thought I had food poisoning, ended up in the E.R. I was admitted with ischemic colitis. They say I'll be in at least 48 hours. Hopefully it will resolve itself, or I'm looking at a colonoscopy and maybe exploratory surgery.