From Birthday to Hospital Stay

Today will be the 85th birthday celebration I have cobbled together over five kids and 21 years...well I guess I didn't really do parties on their actual birth days-but labor should count don't you think?

My youngest is 11 ...and I always loved that his birthday falls on the 27th, as mine does too.  Of course my husband will tell you that I FORCED the doc to deliver the baby that day...that he wasn't really ready.  But he was my biggest at 8 lb 15 oz and if I'd waited til his due date on August 15th, I shudder to imagine the outcome.

Okay...it's 30 hours from when I first began writing.  Interrupted by the birthday boy, and then right in the middle of ice cream cake for breakfast began experiencing some sudden episodes of vertigo followed by numbness; ended up spending the rest of the day in the Cape Regional Medical Center ER (known in local circles as Cape Fear).

Let me begin by saying that it's not very nice for me to broadcast that nickname to the entire world (or at least my 79 followers)...and everyone has been very nice.  BUT I have had some interesting experiences at this hospital over the years.  I'll save these for another blog...

 One observation from this day-that-feels-like-a-year hospital stay is how incredibly aggravating it is to be asked by every single staff member that enters the room holding my chart "what brings you here?" as if they can't read.

I was just informed that the MRI that I was supposed to have first thing this morning, and then at 12:45, has been moved to 5pm.  I am about to dishonorably discharge myself with the help of my nursing student daughter-with-an-attitude.  UGH!  Stay tuned.