(Lisa at Mysweetpeanut runs “One Word Wednesday” on her blog. Each week she chooses a new writing prompt for us to write about. Here I am, late as usual hurrying to beat the deadline because tomorrow we get a new word. Last week’s word was “plan.”)
All of my plans this past week have been scuttled by a 3 millimeter kidney stone. Three millimeters. I don’t even know what that looks like but it’s probably the size of one of the little o’s on this page. Even smaller. But something that small can cause enormous, humongous, crippling pain.
Everything I planned to do was cancelled, my calendar wiped clean so I could devote 24 hours a day to Bo’s illness: go to the hospital, eat and sleep. Couldn’t even fit in a NancyCamp activity for the kids since last Friday when I did manage to squeeze in a visit to the Japanese teahouse in Fairmount Park between hospital stays, but I needed to hurry back and I was very tired.
Bo just can’t be left alone in a hospital room, not even for fifteen minutes. Jon or I have to be with him, and I wouldn’t do otherwise. I know Bo would do it for me.