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Megan's safely out of surgery. The right ovary was completely dead and gangrenous, and has been removed. Everything else looks completely fine, and she's already bouncing back from the surgery. Her folks -FINALLY- got here at 1:30am... and I excused myself at 2am, after making sure they had directions to a hotel. I'm in serious need of some sleep.

I might even get some. I'm going to try and pass out as soon as the laundry's done... after 48 solid hours in them, my jeans had gained sentience and were backseat driving me all the way back from the hospital...

... or maybe that was the little blue guy in the passenger seat. Whatever. zzzzzzzzzzzz


ADDENDUM:
Since Lemmings help me sleep...

You are the Third Doctor: Charming, commanding,
physically competent and more than a little bit
vain. You share the Second Doctor's amiability
and the First Doctor's lack of patience with
small-minded idiots. Your urge to take care of
the entire universe often leads you to
arrogance, but you're dashing, self-
sacrificing, and brilliant when a crisis
erupts.


Which Incarnation of the Doctor Are You?
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YAY! My -FAVORITE-. Go, Jon Pertwee! You R0XX0R!

Ahem. Er. Next up:

You are Jan. Without you, Marcia and Cindy would
kill each other.


Which Brady Bunch character are you?
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*wozzles, then passes out and snores meaningfully*

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Megan's home. The doctor checked her over thoroughly, and pronounced her fit to travel. I've a list of things to watch for, and she'll be needing considerable help for the next week or two, but she should be on the mend. My sister's currently on her way up here with a bed frame to get Megan's bed up off the floor and to a height she can get in and out of while she mends.

I'm beat. But intact. Things are on the mend. Thank you, all of you, for the well wishes and prayers; I can't even begin to say what they mean to me.

Once Leah's here and the frame is physically in the house, I've got to go to the store and do a shopping run for the restricted diet Megan's on while Leah's here to help her if she needs it.

Financially, this is... a nightmare that's just beginning. The doc had a $150 upfront fee, but has agreed to hold all of the rest of his charges until we find out if she qualifies for Medical Assistance... because once again there's no insurance. Her hours last month came in 2 hours under the 'insurance minimum' for her temp agency because of a slump in work at her assignment... so her insurance is 'suspended'. Given the 'quality' of the 'benefits' of said plan, I think we might actually be better off that way. Manpower's insurance plans suck -serious- amounts of ass, and not in the good way. Between my meals, the doc fee, prescriptions, gas, and parking.... we're already burning into this month's mortgage payment. The shopping run and additional prescription are going to eat further at it. I'm /HOPING/ that the folks at Household Finance will have a soul and let us do partial payments this month (HA! Guess where my -bet- is, though)... otherwise we're fubar'd. Megan'll be out of work for two weeks, which will further dent the finances.

In other words, don't stop praying, folks. o.0

In the meantime, I've got to go. Got things to get done.

*hugs*
~Elisabeth