i know, i know.

i know i said this was done..

but i just realized that i never posted anything about katy turning a month old on tuesday. that could be because i was in the hospital for something minor that happened after something major that will not be discussed in detail because i'm not comfortable with discussing this with the whole blog world. it has something to do with my health and it's something only my family and close friends know about. i'll tell you this- i had 2 surgeries within 2.5 weeks. june 3rd. june 21st. the first one was major. the second one, not so much. only a half hour surgery. to cut out the infected area that was in my incision. i'd rather not discuss what the first surgery was for at this time. maybe sometime when i'm not tied up trying to chase 2 energetic kids.. which really sucks because i really can't do much of that at this time. since the 3rd of june, i have spent a total of 8 whole days in the hospital and this past saturday i was admitted around 7 that night. we spent saturday afternoon in the emergency room. the doctor said their was no way avoiding it because they would start antibiotics there. they never did. the resident was in to see me about half an hour after i got there and said we'd be getting some scans of the area that was operated on and then they'd get me in a room. the finally got me in a room around 8pm and antibiotics were started immediately along with a bag of fluids. i got a dose of antibiotics every 6 hours and i was on constant fluids for 48 hours, i think. maybe a little longer. along with vicodin every 4 hours as needed and zofran every 6 hours as needed. zofran is for nausea. . not sure if you're familiar with it. it's a very strong drug. i was constipated and they weren't going to let me leave until i finally went, but ryan and i went downstairs because he wanted to get some coffee from starbucks, yes, the hospital has a starbucks right beside the family waiting room for people getting surgery. while we were down there we saw my surgeon going to talk with a family and he saw us and i told him that i still hadn't gone and he said it didn't matter. i was leaving. i had 2 suppositories. an enema. laxatives. greasy food. miralx. nothing. it did nothing. i finally went when i got home. and now i'm fine. i go back next thursday to get my stitches removed.

that's all for now.

ok, so i said i really wasn't going to discuss it.. but whatever. gave me something to do since i really can't do too much.