When Daddys Sick, Its No Fun

This is a picture of Daddy sick. Last Saturday, we went to visit Nana in her temporary home in Arlington. As soon as we stepped in the door, Wes doubled over in the worst pain he had ever had. Wes and I jumped in the car to head to the hospital and left the girls with Nana.

We get in fairly quickly and find out Wes has a kidney stone. Four hours later, we head home with a prescription to be filled. We pick up the girls and head home. By now, it's midnight and it's hard to find 24 hour pharmacies.

Apparently, there is a big population that fills prescriptions around midnight because the first pharmacy said it would be an hour and a half and was very rude. The second said it would be an hour and only slightly rude. We dropped it off, I took the Wes and the girls home and headed back. I got home at 1:00 am. Fortunately, we had Nana come back with us and she let us sleep in on Sunday.

Wes felt cruddy all week. He passed the stone on Tuesday or Wednesday but still felt awful the rest of the week.

It was rough for the girls and I too. We really are a team and when one man is down, we all suffer. The girls were so worried about Wes and wanted to love on him but he felt so icky they couldn't be as rough. Needless to say, we were all short tempered and impatient.

Wes is recovering and will hopefully be back in the game soon because I need him to be or I'll be crazy!