The boys were planning to make me the classic 5&3 year old breakfast in bed.
The sun is shining and I was looking forward to a day in the sun, just me and my boys.
Instead, I woke up with intolerable flank pain 3 hours after I went to sleep. I tried to reposition, fall back asleep, and sleep it off. But “it” had other plans.
When I started crying from the pain, I figured I should stop ignoring it.
So on this Mother’s Day, I am alone, on an uncomfortable ER stretcher, with an IV, some rather strong pain killers, and a wrenching neighbour.
It could always be worse. At least the boys brought me Starbucks and I’m not NPO… Yet.