Beware of # 4... (Thank you Mr. Darwin).

Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about...

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Good Evening Everyone!
Kind of a rough day yesterday, with respect to spirit and health. Once again to thank you all for your prayers and kindnesses. (Not too sure what I would do without your friendship, and the upbeat thoughts)...
And so, "sanity" prevails. (As close to 'nermal' as possible anyway)!
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Casey getting her belly checked...
Pre-Surgery # 2

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Kasey and Casey,   hehehe
pre-surgery # 2
Dr. Banton is one of Dr. Sutherlands most capable doctors.
She is the surgeon that operated on Casey yesterday.

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Casey.
Heading down to the OR about 9:15.
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Free Ride!
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So my morning was spent pacing the halls and climbing the walls; until Dr. Bantons assistant finally came out just before noon to tell me what they had done, and that Casey was well.
That little belly had held a full 2+ liters of blood and fluids.
(Sadly, in comparison, mine would have held LOTS more before anyone had ever paid attention).

And they'd removed a blood clot ~a bit bigger than a golf ball, like a lemon! They'd found that in her duodenum, (between her stomach and her small intestine).
He also told me it would be at least 2 hours before I could see her; telling me to wait. UGH, I really DO hate that "wait" word.

I came back here...
Loved Punk a bit.
And couldn't wait to see Casey.

Back to the hospital- and they wheeled her back to her room at 2 on a gurney.
The lady tells me to step out. (I politely decline).
As I am thinking...
Nope.
Not this mom.
Not gonna happen.

She tells me again.
(Hmm... Didn't she hear me the 1st time)?
Sheesh. I politely decline again.
I'm not leaving.
Good grief! I am not going to faint or holler or scream, (even if Casey does) as they transfer her from the gurney to her bed.
Yet in all fairness, the lady doesn't know that I have had the privileges of seeing all my grandbabies come into this world, of having been in the little OR for Marys breast cancer surgery as well; of caring for Randy after his stroke---

And so I stay right where I am.
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They get her back to her bed. (Neither of us freaking out by the way).
With another NG Tube.
Staples this time, (in case she has to go back for another surgery).
And back to being catheterized as well.

And she slept as her heart rate came down from the mid 140's, slowly but surely- She was in and out of it. I waited for it to be down in the 1~teens, I kissed her on the head, telling her I would be back around 5.

I picked up Punk, and we went for a ride. Stopped at CVS, and got Casey some lancets for her One Touch 2 to check her own blood sugar.
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Santa Claus brought her that gift.
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Santa heard that the testing is not as reliable as what they offer in the hospital, so he wanted her to check with HER machine at the exact time that they checked her with theirs.  (I shall have to write to Santa and let him know that they are pretty damn close, and that he chose a great gift).

Back to the hospital at 5.

And THIS is what I walk in on...

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The little snotball out of bed... !!!
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I just had to laugh out loud.

Thinking "NOBODY but Casey"

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Dr. Sutherland and Dr. Banton were in this morning...
He told Casey she was quite unique! hehehe (Didn't we all know that)?
 
He ordered her NG tube and her catheter removed, as well as the extra IV they had placed in her left hand during surgery- it was backing up anyway, so it was time for it to go.

She is up and about. And feeling quite proud of herself.
As I am so proud of her too!

And even though I am afraid to jinx it, Dr. S also said that she might be released within a week or two if all goes as well for her as it has.

Holy CARP!
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Love to all.

I truly hope your Monday was as good as ours!

XOXO
Anne

Oh and PS;
Beware... I found this picture online while reading.
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Survival of the Fittest
This frame inspired by Charles Darwin's theory of evolution.

It occurs to me that Miss Casey is in position # 3 right now.
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Methinks we'd ALL better watch out for # 4.
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