Well, we are headed in for who knows what number of hernia surgeries in this family once again on Monday morning bright and early. This time (*luckily* - don't tell Ryan I said that) it is Ryan and not me!! He has two hernia's in his stomach above his belly button. He has had atleast one of them since after his mission and didn't even actually know he had two until he saw the doctor this week. He has never had pain with them until these past few weeks. They have been hurting bad enough that he is pretty much worthless when it comes to farming/ranching so we decided we better just hurry-up and get them fixed before the end of the year.....you know....that whole meet your deductable insurance nightmare!:) So off we go! Wish us luck!
and P.S. where are my sisters and Shellee and Hollie when I need you?? It is always so fun to not have sisters or friends live near you when you have to have a run around with kids for surgeries!:( Oh, well....just know you are all missed!
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Oh my word! What a nightmare! I wish you the best and hopfully the kids will be angels while running around with surgeries on Monday. I wish we were closer to help. I guess Cory's coming down for the youth temple trip tomorrow so he could theoretically (sp) take the kids here, just don't know when you'd get them back :)
WOW! That is pretty crazy that you both get hernias so easily!!! Good luck!
We've met our HUGE deductible, so I've been trying to convince Travis to get his tonsils out or SOMETHING! Surely, there is something he could get done while it's free!
Hope Ryan has a quick recovery!
awww, so sorry to hear it! Wish I was there to help you out!
Sorry, sis!
You guys are always up to something crazy. I hate it when my husband is acting hurt. They are worse than having sick kids. Maybe you could send him over to "the apartment" for his recovery and tell him you will make a few midnight house calls. Bet he'd take you to dinner when he got feeling better!!! If you need help with your kids, put them on the shuttle and I'll pick them up... or call my mom, she's always got extras. Then call the RS and tell them you need meals for 6 months. Ha Ha
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