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So, the other day during our daily drive home from work and daycare, I decided it was cool enough to roll the windows down. Thank God one of the few extras Connie (the Contour, our free car) came with was power windows.
Side note: I really am grateful for the free car, but I just hate the lack of keyless entry. I have been blessed with keyless entry on my last three cars, so going without makes me feel like a duck out of water. I can't count how many times I walk up to the door and just stand there, like the car is going to unlock itself or something. Then I begrudgingly find the key, and place it into the door lock.
So-we're driving home with the windows down. All the way down. Of course Connie has safety windows in the back, so they don't go all the way down, but you get the idea. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of white. So I glance into the rear view mirror and see the Wes has pulled his sock off. (it's always the left sock. why? does that foot need a certain amount of freedom compared to the right?) So Wes is whippin' it around so that it's hitting him in the face. And I see him look at the open window, look at the sock, and fling it towards the open window. Oh. My. God. Did his sock just fly out the window? Should I stop? What if it causes an accident? What am I going to do now with the lone sock? Do I throw it away? WTF?
At this point we stop at a stop light to turn, so I turn around and glance back at him. The wind coming in must have blown the sock back in, because now he's got it in his mouth. Lovely. I turn back around and secretly wish that he had tossed it out the window, because that would make such a better story? Right? I thought so.

On a related note, (by related, I mean a story about me) I have been dealing with pain in my stomach lately. A lot of pain. I visited my OB to get it checked out, she sent me for some tests, and then fowarded me to a GI specialist. So my new doctor sent me to get a new test done. A HIDA scan. Basically, they give you fluid through an IV to enlarge your gall bladder so they can watch how it works. So I was nervous about this test. Cory had to come with to drive me home afterwards. Any test you need someone to take you home afterwards has got to be painful or something right? Cory and I showed up at the hospital a full hour early, because I'm a freak about punctuality. Well, that and it was rainy, people! You never know what kind of traffic you might encounter! It pains me greatly to be late, so I really strive to avoid it. Anyway so we wait in the waiting room for about an hour. The guy arrived to take me back, (he looked JUST LIKE THE ACTOR WHO PLAYED IN "HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES!!!!!!! just like the clown, I mean it totally could have been him) he was super-nice, very informative. He gave me my IV, then he stood up to get the fluid that would "enlarge my gall bladder, and make it visible for the machine, a radioactive material". Then he walked over to the closet with the huge radioactive sign on it, used his key card to unlock it, then brought out the vile of glowing liquid with the same radioactive symbol on it (ok, so it wasn't glowing, but wouldn't have been cool if it was?). As he put that in, he tells me that there won't be any pain with this part. Afterward, I laid on a table that slid into machine that looked similar to a MRI. Then I laid completely still for an hour while they took pictures and video of my gall bladder enlarging and working normally. Then they put another liquid into my IV. The nurse said that "it may reproduce the pain and nausea that you've been having..." So that was the freakin' understatement of the year. As soon as I felt the cool liquid goes through my arm, my gall bladder started to cramp/hurt/ouch-ify and THE NAUSEA. Dear God, it was horrible. So then I only had another 30 minutes to lay there completely still while that worked it's way through.

I got my test results back on Wednesday afternoon. My HIDA scan was abnormal. So, they are removing my gall bladder. My consultation with my surgeon is next Thursday. I'll let you know when they schedule it! That's all I really know right now. I have a huge list (a list? me? I know you think I'm joking...) of questions to ask, so I will keep you informed.

So I actually have a whole other story to share about why I was home with Wes today...but you'll have to wait until tomorrow!