Resurrection on Good Friday This Year

I have officially been awake for 25 hours and 32 minutes as of now. My son Dylan, who suffers from Crohn’s disease, went in for a resection yesterday morning — and I just came home for a nap. On a Friday morning. It feels strange. But it also feels wonderful, because the surgery went well and this is a new beginning for him.

It’s just going to take some recovery time.

Right now, my baby is lying uncomfortably in a bed at UAB hospital, hooked to an IV, with a tube down his throat and a tube in, well, you can imagine. He also has a morphine pump that he thinks isn’t giving him enough pain relief. He had some trouble sleeping and so the doctor prescribed some magical substances that kept him quiet for a little while.

But part of his brain is tripping from the anesthesia, and he has said a lot of strange things… like someone slipped him a hit of LSD. I know though that he will wake up, back to his usual self soon. I watched a lot of improvement sitting with him all night. I am going back as soon as I can recharge my batteries… in my cell phone and in my exhausted brain.

(FYI: Right after the surgery, I got a call from Blue Cross, who I am beginning to believe is the Anti-Christ, asking about more paperwork from me. Nothing I haven’t got, though. Still looking for that bonus to deny my son his procedure. Cheap bastards!)

Thank you to any and all who said a prayer. They worked! Stay tuned!