. . . want vs. need . . .

. . . here's what 

i wanted to be doing today . . . 

{click to see row row row four - it's soooooo cute}

. . . but here's what 

i needed to be doing today . . . 

. . . my poor husband got to have an

 upper gastrointestinal endoscopy . . . 

. . . let me spell that out for you: 

you get some sleepytime drugs 

through an iv 

and then the doctor 

shoves a tiny camera 

down your throat 

and takes a look around 

in your esophagus and stomach 

and surrounding areas . . . 

. . . this only takes about five minutes

 for the actual procedure, 

but you'll still be gone from home 

for over two and a half hours 

because of paperwork, 

general waiting around, 

and recovery/wakeup . . . 

. . . to quote neil sedaka: 

"waking up is hard to do" . . . 

. . . or something like that . . . 

. . . this is the same surgery center

 where lots of folks go 

to have colonoscopies . . . 

. . . if i were to use one word 

to describe the recovery room area,

 that word would be WINDY . . . 

. . . and my immature self 

could not stop giggling . . . 

. . . the recovery bays 

on both sides of us 

were quite rooty toot tooty . . . 

{i've been told that my husband will be burping quite a bit, 

since the air he got was pumped down into his stomach}

. . . so far, 

i haven't heard any burping . . . 

. . . just lots of snoring . . . 

. . . he is OUT . . . 

{that remote control is getting some much needed rest, too}

. . . the diagnosis? . . . 

. . . so far, a hiatal hernia . . . 

. . . awaiting blood test results 

to determine 

whether ulcer causing bacteria 

are involved . . . 

. . . also waiting for biopsy results 

to determine 

whether celiac disease 

is a possibility . . .

. . . please please please let it not 

be celiac disease . . .  

. . . this would be tragic news 

for my all kinds of bread 

and flour tortilla loving husband . . . 

. . . the good news is that, 

in recovery, 

he informed me he had 

just been drafted 

by the saint louis cardinals . . . 

. . . i guess i better learn 

to love baseball . . .