Sacrificing the First Born

( a little humor, i made my mom take a picture of me like I was dead)

So my mother made a list of the items in our house that have broken etc. since my brother jacob got his mission call. This is a tradition of ours. This happened when I left and then the blessings poured in while I was gone. So we hold our breathe as the list grows now before he leaves on Wednesday because we know the blessings of his service will come in their time as well. . . however I have been added to the list now.

Last night I broke.

We all gathered together to say goodbye to Jake and my stomach started hurting, and HURTING, and HURTING!!!! It got worse and worse till I couldn't breathe and so my brother and mom and sister and brother in law took me to insta care which was closed, so I puked all over their parking lot. . . so then they took me to the emergency room at Davis.

(my brother, pretending to be the doctor)

The nurses could not find my veins. I wanted to slaughter them all. Ask Lanae she could hear me screaming over the phone when she called. ALSO: for the record: IT DOES HURT!

They took tests, gave me morphine and then i left there at about 1:30 in the morning. The next morning we went to Mckadee (sp?) in Ogden, and was there for more and more tests and more pokings (but this time i was only poked once because the doctor was a genious!) and after spending the day there I am now in my own bed with pain killers and nausea pills and a follow up appointment for later this week. . . meanwhile hoping that the pain that i felt intially doesn't come back as we do not yet know what it was yet.

bleh.

The doctors didn't know what to think of me because, for example, I was asked "what does the pain feel like" I would respond, in all SERIOUSNESS, "like my inner organs are about to explode and an alien is going to pop out and sing!" the doctor looked up, and my mother and sister, trying NOT to laugh, would say "he stomach hurts." Then the doctor asked what happens when I have sulfa (of which i am allergic to) and I say "I throw up the world!" and my mother looks at the once again confused doctor and says "she pukes for twelve hours straight." That sounds like the world to me. People think I am dramatic, I think I am being honest. At that point I would not have been suprised if an ALIEN HAD burst from my belly!