Greetings from South Jersey, where for the past few days where I've been planted in various hospital rooms and waiting areas.
I haven't even been to a Wawa yet, people.
It's amazing how exhausting just standing around, doing essentially nothing except worry is.
The good news is that my mom is doing well, and the tests have shown what the issues were and how to solve them.
The downside is that solving them will involve surgery, which isn't really a downside in the long run, however when your mom is in New Jersey and you're in Atlanta, it's a bummer.
But hey, that's why you marry a pilot!
As of tonight, my kids are in town, though I haven't seen them just yet; I get one more night of quiet sleep before adding my "mom" hat back onto my head on top of "daughter," "bouncer," "personal assistant," and "doctor interrogator."
But hey, at least I didn't have to fly up with all of them. I left that pleasure to my husband and mother-in-law.
I'll be undoing that damage for years. (Ha).
I will say it's been wonderful catching up with family and old friends, even if it's with one of us dressed in a backlass gown with a bunch of IVs hanging out of her arm.
(No, I'm not talking about me. As tempting as those sexy gowns are, I stuck with my jeans that could probably walk on their own since I've worn them so much).
Thanks for all your thoughts and well wishes! Off to smuggle my mom some Chick-Fil-A waffle fries.