When I came out of the coma, I had trouble using the restroom. I could feel I had to go, I just couldn’t. My doctor had ordered some kind of test to see where the problem was but, fortunately, I never had to get it. I peed the night before, and there was much rejoicing.
The next morning, my first visitor was my pastor, and the first thing I said to him was, “Pastor! I peed!” To his credit, he kept a serious face and commented on what a good thing that was.
To bring us to this week. Wee One has been in increasing pain for the past several days, until this afternoon. She was laying in a ball facedown, wouldn’t let anyone touch her, anyone near her. She knows she has to go potty but has been trying and trying and trying…
She is in so much pain and I would do anything to be able to announce “the eagle has landed.” I have gotten a different kind of medication and poured myself a screwdriver to wait and see this through.