I have to say, having kids is wonderful. And not just because they say hilarious things to make you giggle when nobody is looking. They are good for you even when you don't KNOW they are good foor you.

Case and point: Remember that tummy bug I had right before I started bad mouthing Dolores and her fashion choices? Well, it wasn't a tummy bug. Dolores decided to shift around a bit too much and started leaking the contents of my small intestine into my body cavity. Eww BTW. Dolores is just gross. I am warning you. At this point, stop if you cannot handle nasty stories or if you haven't quite finished that danish.

My tummy region was getting more and more painful until yesterday it hurt even to take a step. Did I go to the doctor like a sane person would? Of course not. I figured I could handle it and I really didn't have the time or money to go traipsing off to the ER every time I had an ache or a pain. Let's face it, if I did that, I would be there all the time and I would REALLY get on the nerves of the triage nurses, not to mention hubby's work with all the emergency time off he has had to take.

So there I was, hurting, but stalwart, helping Nathan with his homework. Now you gotta understand, times tables are hard for an 8 year old, so when he got 100 % on a quiz I just gave him He got REALLY excited. In his victory dance, he accidentally bumped my tummy. It wasn't a hard bump, kinda more like a nudge, but it was enough to make the room do this weird little dance and turn kinda funky dark for a second. Once I was able to get the pain under control, I realized I was "gushing" (Final warning here people, those of you with weak constitutions exit the theater to your right). His nudge had popped the "sac" of crap  (literally) that was building up just under the surface. I will spare you the details from here. (even I have my limits of grossness). It drained for the rest of the day and don't worry, I called the doctor to see if it was something I needed to worry about. I was told, nope, as long as I don't have any more major pain, it stops draining after about 24 hours and don't get a fever I would be fine.

Oh and I couldn't use Dolores anymore until I could be seen (I don't really need her anyway so pbbbthhh). All they would do is take an xray with contrast to make sure she wiggled back into place, but since I am not really using the tube feed anymore anyway, I don't see the point (I really don't learn do I).

Nathan felt awful. It took me a long time to explain to him that he actually HELPED me and I was really alright. I could see in his eyes he didn't really believe me, so I made sure I let him crawl up on my lap for reading time that night to snuggle with only him while I read to him in my big recliner. I think that helped, but I traumatized my poor kid. I hope someday he will realize how wonderful he is and that he saved his momma from a whole heck of a lot more yucky stuff and that I think that having kids to save you from infection and gut leakage is A.mazing.