stowing the aircraft carrier

So, Ty's fever broke last night and hasn't come back. Over the prior 48 hours it hasn't dropped below 100. I know 100 isn't bad, but spiking to 104.5 for an hour and a half (despite 3 baths and alternating Motrin and Tylenol) is not my favorite. Strep throat. Well, today I am free (unless Lexie comes home with something) so I decided to tidy up a bit. (understatement)
I cleaned the garage. All the things that didn't fit in the garage went into the trailer. (Yikes when Todd discovers THAT scenario!).
To help you understand the challenge, Todd's truck is precisely 6 inches shorter than the depth of our garage. It is not a small garage, the truck is the equivalent of a land bound aircraft carrier. The challenge is this: snapping a chalk line on the floor to use as a guide for stowing those things we find necessary, but haven't actually seen in 10 years. (funny story: last time we cleaned the garage, Todd insisted that we save this box. It was HUGE. Water damage on the bottom, tape that was holding the top shut was no longer sticky. You get the picture. So I popped it open. It contained manuals from the American Red Cross Lifeguard Safety Course from over 20 years ago when Todd first took the class to become a lifeguard at then Wild Waters for a part time summer job when he was 15!!!!!!!!!! Necessity? I think not! Now I clean the garage when he is not home. I know it is the "man's" job, but frankly, I would prefer it done correctly.)
So you have to remove the hitch from the truck and "kiss" the front wall with the bumper. ( I have visions of driving through the kitchen (on the other side of the garage wall) if I accidentally step on the gas, not the brake.) You also have to pull in the side mirrors (on both sides) and the garage totally smells like diesel.
The end result is a beautiful masterpiece crafted from perfectly balanced Rubbermaid totes, color coded for content, and the fine maneuvering skills equivalent to that of a veteran truck driver. The sight of the empty driveway and closed garage door will hopefully cause panic and some sort of heart attack when Todd cannot figure out where the hell his truck is!! To top it off, I drove his patrol car (hypothetically) and parked it (again, hypothetically) in the driveway where his truck was. That was my (alleged) reward for cleaning the garage. :)

*Any statements made in reference to any perceived "illegal" activities are to be viewed in a fictional, non-true, and maybe even ridiculous light. None of the statements contained here-in are meant to endorse or promote illegal activities. :)

my stones

So, the Hubs left for Vegas on Sunday. I am a rockstar of a wife. I can handle this. I packed for him (double checked the weather report for Vegas), put together the paperwork he would need, hell, I even rented him a car. Off he went. Flight went great. Everything at home was smooth. WAS. If you don't want the "TOO MUCH INFORMATION" version, skip down to the stars.

Two weeks ago I went to the Dr. It was burning when I peed. UTI. Antibiotics for 7 days. Done in time for Halloween. Sweet. I will consider that my illness for the year. (I never get sick) I think that the last time I had an antibiotic was maybe 5 years ago.
Saturday. Ouch. Pee pain. WTF? Made a mental note of it. Didn't have to, it was getting worse. Todd off to the airport on Sunday. Called the Dr. Monday morning and he prescribed another round of antibiotics. Still not feeling great. Monday evening, feeling crabbier. I have a board meeting at my house (I cannot skip). I pull through like a champ. Not really. Still hurts. I call Todd (who has an intense vulnerability to my pain). He was TOTALLY yelling at me. Todd never yells. I laughed. Situational humor. So out of character for him to be like that.
Here is my dilemma: after 9 p.m., by myself with the kids, don't want to drive myself to the hospital (Todd has REQUIRED me to go) and certainly don't want to take the kids.
So I call my sister. She picked up my kids and took them to her house where she had made them up a place to sleep and put them to bed. (her hubs was home) She then took me to the hospital (Lukes on Eagle).
I was the only one there, YAY!! Get checked in. I get a "gown" and a blanket. Gotta love the health care fields definition of "gown". Can you imagine a hospital "prom"? A hospital "wedding"? LOL, just a bunch of ass cheeks!!
IV, bad. Morphine, good! Now that I am feeling better, I get options!! So my options are ultra-sound or CT scan. Hmmm? Let me think? Yeah, I am gonna go with the ultrasound.
(Funny side thought: Todd got the old 'snip-snip' 4 years ago. If I could get a copy of my kidney ultrasound (Todd can't tell what the hell he is looking at anyway) and e-mail it to him in Vegas, it would totally be revenge for the yelling:) Damn machine, out of paper!!)
So, they did the ultrasound and then she pulls out this "thing". "And now we are just going to check out your ovaries to make sure it isn't cysts causing the problem"
Uh, if you are using THAT to check out THOSE, you probably have to put it.................
Yeah. That was a little more action than I was planning on, Todd being in Vegas and all.
So there is my sister the whole time, sitting there. We were kinda chatting, until I saw her peeking at the screen. "Dude, quit looking at my vagina!" Funny.
***************************************************************************
***************************************************************************
Back to the doctor.
Kidney Stones.
Nothing you can do for it.
Pain pills ;) and chill.
Call your doctor in the morning.
Yada, yada, yada.

I got home about 2 a.m. My poor sister had to get up early. Sorry, Stacy! I am tired now. Morphine hangover.
I am only glad it wasn't appendicitis!