Really? Thursday already?

I've been off again this week, and have lost track of the days. I can't believe it's Dogs on Thursday already. I don't have any cute doggy pictures to post today. I've been knitting (alot!) but don't have any pictures of that, either. What have I been doing on my week off? Worrying. My 24-year-old niece has been in the hospital since Monday night.

Hmmmm, I had a week off in July and my nephew spent a good portion of that time in the hospital. Could there be a connection? Nah. Unlike Zach (who will forever be named "pitchfork boy" in my head), Jen did not put a pitchfork through her foot. She's been sick as a dog (terrible expression!) for two weeks now, and was admitted to the hospital on Monday night to have her gall bladder removed pronto. Well, "pronto" apparently is a non-specific period of time, because here it is, 7:00 am on Thursday, and she still has the offending gall bladder inside her.

We're all hopeful it will come out this morning. Things have been complicated by Jen's seizure disorder (from the DPT vaccine - think long and hard about giving that to your babies!), and some numbers in the her bloodwork. One of the liver numbers is going down, while another continues to rise, so yet another Dr. is being called in to consult this morning. Poor Jen, just waiting and waiting and waiting, stuck in the hospital, worried that she will not be able to attend a friend's wedding this weekend. I offered to take the gall bladder out myself - all I need is a sharp knife and a turkey baster - but she politely declined my offer of assistance. Go figure!

5:30pm ETA: The surgery went very well, and she will likely be coming home from the hospital tonight!