Yesterday I was sitting in front of my Christmas tree, finishing up the last of my cards, while thinking about this past year. It seems like not a week goes by where there isn't SOME kind of drama in my life. And I'm not even Relief Society President. I was actually thinking that THIS must be the week. This is the week that will sail smoothly and happily by, and my fellow blog readers will be just as happy about it as I. After all, Christmas is only 2 days away. Only good things, right? That is, until the lines of communication go awry. Sometimes it happens. And it just so happened to be last night. I'll go into more detail tomorrow, because tonight I'm plum tuckered out. Here's the cliff's note version. Ben was accidentally overdosed on his medication. He spent a night in the PICU for observation. (We arrived at 2am) He received his first (and second) IO's. (IV's that go directly into the bone - shin bones to be exact...drill and all) Blood pressures were dangerously low and heartrate was hanging around 40. He was un-arousable...completely unconcious. We were discharged this morning and spent the day going to our appointments as regularly scheduled. The good news? He's gonna be fine AND I happened to get all of my cinnamon rolls made and in the car before all of this happened. That means there were some very happy nurses, doctors and valet friends.
Ben going by ambulance.