In early January, my older daughter (who lives with us) had emergency surgery for a hemorrhagic ovarian cyst.
On the same day that I went into the emergency room (Dec. 17th) , my husband had a prostate crisis and after fighting with it for a couple of months, this culminated in wearing a catheter for six weeks, and then having surgery - in April.
The only member of the house who had NOT ended up in the emergency room was our adopted son/grandson Tim. So what did he do this Sunday? He accidentally swallowed a balloon.
We spent hours on the phone with the consulting nurse, while Tim ate bananas and bread in an attempt to push the balloon down farther and escape the risk of choking. My husband had to go back to urgent care for an infection he had developed in his throat (his uvula got nicked during surgery), and Tim had to come along so that we could 'monitor' him and make sure he would be okay.
I would like to say that this is the end of it, but I still have to have more hernia surgery at some time in the future. What a year! Unbelievable!
1 comment:
Okay, so I saw on Facebook that he had swallowed a balloon, but I didn't even know what that meant. Was it inflated? Or was he trying to inflate it and sucked it in by mistake? Silly boy. I hope he is doing okay.
You have had quite the year of hospital visits. Hopefully you are getting it out of your system. Bleh.
Post a Comment