Serious...what. the. hell? It's bad enough that I am in the hospital with an apparent aberrant infection that no doctor here has the ability to explain, "just treat." Small incisions to follow.
The wife calls late last night freaking out because Chickpea is vomiting and listing in and out of consciousness. Wifey has had quite an emotional beat down in the last 24 hours. Turns out Chickpea is fine, but that's the first time she has ever thrown up. Nothing like having a really great kid to leave you woefully unprepared when they do eventually get sick.
So to whatever health and wellness god that I managed to piss off, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Those other gods mean nothing to me. Tell me what I have to say to get out of the medical equivalent of "please listen closely, as our menu options have changed." Hell. I'm in hospital hell.
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