Hi...

    Hello... Hi...  I am still here.  Tired, sick with some crap that just sits in my throat but here.   The holidays are over, the kids are in school and Jarrad is back to regular work schedule (he was doing some training so it was not normal).  Everything is slowing back down. 
    Or is it?
    My folks came to visit for Christmas.  That was nice.  Christmas was good.  Jarrad was up and healthy. And even though we limit our kids gifts - 3 gifts and Santa fills the stockings - they still get a lot of crap toys.  Favorites were: Dinotrux, Snap Circuits, books, and a friendship bracelet maker.   
    Jarrad had training to do and so he was around more.  Work ... is ... good?  There is a lot of transition right now and you know me, I like consistency! 
    You would think that things would slow down.  And then you go to the doctor. 

     Around Thanksgiving, Jarrad developed a blister like spot on his left leg - the broken femur, the botched HO surgery, the infection removal and the 2nd infection removal and removal of the pin that fixed the femur,  the shattered hip bone leg.  Hmmm.  Weird.  Go to the doctor, she isn't sure what it is.  So we treat it like a pressure sore thinking that one of the "dissolve able" stitches (you know, the ones that I had to finally pull out like 6 months later) was rubbing its way to the surface or it was scar  tissue.  We have been using essential oils in a cream and massage so maybe it was something to do with scar tissue?  In any case, it was the holidays and there is NO time and his GP didn't seem concerned. 
    And he had an appointment to see the (good) surgeon in the 1st week of January. 
    It is another infection. 
    In the bone. 
    (head banging on key board  dsksf sldkf sldkfj  weoui kkkkwlllllwppppppppppp,,,,,,
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    So here we are, already breaking our 2015 New Year's Resolution to NOT have a trip to the hospital. 
     Sigh. 

     Happy New Year . . .