The Week From Hell

I'd like to start by saying that I'd like to forget last week ever happened.

Saturday, September 8, my wife's mom came into town to visit her granddaughter and hang out for a week or so. Let me quickly dispel any thoughts of me not liking my mother-in-law, she's one of the greatest people I've ever met in my life - seriously. Now that we've got that out of the way. So she gets in town and everything is going well, we even order Jason's Deli for delivery - I had a panini, my mother-in-law had a muffaletta, and my wife had a pastrami sandwich. This plays a key role later. Before I get too far ahead of myself, my wife had been complaining of pressure around her chest and it hurt to breath for a couple days prior to her mom's visit. We figured it was terrible heartburn and didn't think too much of it. Fast forward to 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning and my wife bolting for the john ready to yawn in technicolor. And yawn she did. At that point, coupled with her feeling crappy already, I decided to take her into the ER at PVH. Good thing we went. After numerous tests and more barfing they admitted her because her, and I'm quoting, "gall bladder was nearly overflowing with gall stones." So she ultimately stayed three days and had her gall bladder removed. This happens one month after she gave birth to our first child. How much pain can one woman stand?! My wife swears off pastrami for the rest of her life.

So she's laid up with five incisions in her tummy and can barely move, I have tons of homework to do and I can't concentrate, and we have a daughter to take care of. Thank God her mom was here. Things were cruising along, such as it is, and I began to study for my first test of the semester when I could find time to peel myself away from helping my wife or giving my mother-in-law a break. Test came and went and I think it went well, we'll see. Her mom had even decided to stay a bit longer to help us out, but then she got a call from her husband, who has a history of heart problems, and mentioned that he had some test done and needed to have a procedure done soon. So she went back to L.A. Friday to be with her husband. We're not sure how that will end, but we're hoping it's nothing too serious.

That's my week and I'm damn glad it's over.