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I feel scarce, and want to update you all (long)
I know I do post a reply here and there and read through most posts everyday, but I feel I've been disconnected lately all around (not just on here). So I wanted to share what's been going on with me.
First, when DH and I went to Vegas, we had a blast. I loved it, and can't wait to go again (DH said 3 yrs would be nice, I'd like to go sooner than that!). When we got home, for a good 2 weeks, I was in such a funk. The post vacation blues really stuck with me and hit me hard. I actually felt like since I went to Vegas, what else was there to do anymore? Growing up Vegas was built up so much by my family, but I'd have to wait until I turn 21 to experience it. I think having it burned in your brain and then finally going there, just kind of made me "blah" towards anything else after the trip and depressed. I think I'm finally over it though.
Then, when my funk started to let up, my dad is in the hospital. He was admitted after taking himself to the ER (my mom can't drive yet, she had foot surgery, and yes, I was irritated he didn't call me to take him) for feeling very weak and sweaty. He ended up being in the ICU for 4 days. As for what happened, one nurse said he had a mild, little heart attack, the other one said he didn't have one, all I know is his cardiac enzymes were raised and didn't go down immediately like they wanted. He had a procedure done and they found that the front of his heart had 95% blockage. They put a stint in and he was released the next day, but it was still scary. He obviously has to make a change to his diet (he's a beer, steak and cheesy potatoes kind of guy) and try to get some more exercise. But in general he seems to be doing well and went back to work that Friday after getting out of the hospital late Tuesday. I just hope he really does make those changes, it'll be hard because my parents like to eat out at least 4 times a week.
But wait, that's not all! My niece was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Towards the end of April she got sick with a lot of vomiting. SIL took her to the hospital and she was admitted. She had to have surgery because something came undone in her esophagus (a surgery she had when she was a baby, don't get me started on the "necessity" of surgeries my SIL put ALL 4 of her kids through). So DH and I visited her in the hospital 4 days after surgery. It was hard. The procedure "tied" off her esophagus so nothing could come up, but she was still dry heaving. Basically, she wanted to vomit, but the surgery made that physically impossible. She had to get a new IV every 12 hours because the lipids and whatever she was getting would blow out her veins. So she was in pain, obviously miserable. When we got there, she was getting an IV taken out. 20 minutes into the visit, the IV team came to put another one in, and she was so scared and did not want it in. She had to have 2 nurses come in to hold her down. We were standing outside of the room, and it was heartbreaking to hear her screaming "I don't want that! Let me go! No!". I wanted to rush in the room and tell them all to go away, leave her alone. I was fighting back tears. It was so hard to hear. She ended up getting another feeding tube (she had one as a baby until she was 5, again, don't get me started on why again all 4 kids needed them). I wanted to punch my SIL in the face for putting her kids in and out of the doctors and hospitals so much, ESPECIALLY after hearing my niece screaming. I was kind of glad my niece wanted to rest after that so we could go, because I was at the end of my rope hearing my SIL be a "medical expert". I was so upset last week when I got the text that she needed a feeding tube put in. I would have agreed it was necessary, had there not been such a history in their lives of feeding tubes. Oh, and if I knew for a fact my SIL would let her heal and recover for a week or 2 before giving solid foods. Because she said she was going to get her french fries on the way home from the hospital. 
And a couple more things to add in the mix: drama with DH's son about me. My parent's dog's hip acting up (he just turned 8) causing him much pain, I'm hoping it's fixable, he's at the vet today. My body being stupid. And my birthday, while I had fun with DH, it's always been a depressing thing for me since high school ended, because I'm always forgotten by many friends I've gone out of my way to acknowledge their bday for (this year, some of my family joined in that craze too).
Sorry, I really tried to summarize, I could have gone deeper into the niece in the hospital part, but tried to get the points. 
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(or juice) for those who survived. Thanks for letting me update. It hasn't been a great month for me, but I'm hoping June turns around for my family!
I am excited for the newly pg ladies though! (I'm sure I responded to those)
Re: I feel scarce, and want to update you all (long)
I'm so sorry to hear all of this. I'm glad you had fun in Vegas, but really sorry about the issues with your family.
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Wow that is a rough month. I hope your niece and dad are on the mend. My parents' dog is 13, and has hip issues too- he is on different pain killers but still fairly active.
Keep in touch if you need anything! ::hugs::
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I hope things start to turn around for your family.