I haven't been feeling well the past 4 months hence the slacking. Lots and lots of constant stomach pain. They did blood tests, urine tests, x-rays, ultra-sounds, EGC (down the throat) and a colonoscopy. That all came back negative. The next test was a hyda-scan. I was already in pain (constant pain) when I went in for this test. They basically inject you with a tracer, and then watch your gallbladder fill up. Once it's full, they hook you up to a pump which injects a substance that simulates eating a big ol burger and some fries....and maybe a diet coke. Y-U-M. Anywho....during this phase of the HOUR long test, my pain increased. However, after the doctor received the results they still came back functioning perfectly fine. So the next step was just to take the dang gallbladder out and PRAY that was the cause of the pain.
I was thrilled to find out that my gallbladder was inflamed and diseased. (Imagine the look on the surgeons face when I'm practically jumping up and down for joy!) The pain is not completely gone yet...but I feel a TON better.
Then came the year end dance recital.
Abbi made the class tryouts for Student Body Officer for school. Then it was on to school election. So we had to get posters ready, handouts, and then it was up to her to hand all this stuff out and give a speach. I was really disappointed when she told me she over-heard another girl telling kids to not vote for her as she ripped up her handouts. What poor sportsmanship. I was however please with how she handled the situation.
But was once again disappointed and my heart broke for her when she didn't make it. The kids chose 4 of the SBO's and the teachers/principals were going to choose the last 4. I was thrilled to get a call from the Principal telling me that she was still chosen to be an SBO for next year. AND what was even better? When I told Kaleb that she made it and he almost cried he was so happy for her.
Kaleb had been hit several times with pitches last year. This year he started out doing real well.....until he got hit again. He started shying away from the ball again. So I told him I'd give him $5 if he hit the ball. He more than hit the ball. He got an in-field home run. But he had to earn it. He got stuck in the hot-box or pickle (as they call it) between 3rd base and home. It was so intense. But he never gave up and was victorious. I am SO proud of him.
4 years ago