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Hello again. This is Krissa, not her brother, Cam. I have sent a hit man out looking for Cam and will update as needed.
H is home from hospital, though for how long I can’t say. Her UTI seemed well under control when she left on Sunday and her urine was clear and light colored. She still feels bad and is very tired and her urine is quite dark again. They sent us home with a Rx for more antibiotics and she has been taking them as prescribed. Oh well. I am betting she will be going back in the next couple of days. God, I hope not.
On the up side!!!
Kes and Keelan had their first day at college and as senior in high school on Monday. They both really excited about the upcoming year. So am I!
The weekend before school started Keelan was at a friends house and a… small herd of boys showed up at the front door to see her. I was quite busy doing something or another and met them at the door before they could ring the bell and set the obnoxious dog off barking. They asked if she was here and I said no, she was at Anna’s house. They left and I called her later when I wasn’t so tied up doing things and told her that some boys were here and did they call her on her cell? “No, who was it?” Er, I didn’t know… “What did they look like?” Tall, skinny with stringy hair. (Hint, all the kids she knows look like that.) “MOM! What color was their hair?” I don’t know, brown? Blondish? “Mom! was it ____? Or _____?” I dunno, Keelan. They all look pretty much the same to me and I didn’t really pay any attention cause I was in a hurry. “Gawd, Mom! What if one of them was my future husband?” I dunno, what if all of them were your future husbands? “MOM!” KEELAN!
Later she let me know who they were and that there were two of them and not three as I thought there was. Also that one of them had pink streaks died in his hair. I said something like, Huh?…pink? Really?
I then promised to be sure and ask any boys that come to the door while she is out if they are her future husband.
Sometimes you just can’t make people happy…