Life as we know it

Last week was a crazy one. It started off fairly normal, getting the kids off to school and planning my day. However, I had a really bad earache that turned out to be a toothache and so Tuesday I went in for a root canal. Now I have never had any real trouble with my teeth other than needing braces so I was very nervous about this. It wasn't so bad though, and my dentist was very nice and made sure I had happy gas before he even started poking me with really long needles. The only problem is that now my chin is numb all of the time. I think he hit a nerve while giving me my shots, and now I just have to wait to see if it heals or not.

Wednesday we took DJ up to Primary Children's for an esophagram to see how he is healing. They tried having him drink it, which he was willing to do, but he was unable to swallow enough to do any good. So they had to stick a tube down his nose, which he loved, let me tell you, and pushed it through that way. Unfortunately, DJ has a serious stricture in his throat that wouldn't let the liquid through, so DJ just ended up coughing everything up. Not pretty at all. Then we go up to the Dr.'s office and wait for about 15 minutes for the results. Dr. Black comes in and says we will be doing a dilation in the morning and to cancel whatever plans we might have the next day. He also lets us know that the majority of DJ's esophagus has healed wonderfully, and they are going to do two or three more dilations on the small portion that doesn't want to heal. If they do not work they will have to go in and remove that portion of his esophagus, which of course is very major. We are hoping these next few dilations work, because I do not want DJ to have to go through such a major procedure.

Anyway, Thursday morning rolls around and we are back up at Primary Children's getting another dilation done. DJ did pretty well this time. He was still super cranky when he came out of anesthesia, but there wasn't as much blood this time, which I really appreciated. Dallas had to get back to work so I drove DJ home by myself, which I get nervous about because he still has all of those drugs in him and he tends to get sick while we are driving. As we are coming down Beck street he starts screaming and crying, and I ask him what is wrong while trying to hide the panic in my voice. This is his reply. " My dundaduh's (underwear) are in my butt and I can't get them out!" Nice. I am thinking he is in horrible pain or about to get sick and he just has a wedgie. I love kids.

Friday was pretty normal and Saturday was full of soccer. Sunday was conference and very peaceful. Hopefully things will be calmer this week. I can always dream, right?