Like Father, Like Daughter

My life has never been boring. There is never a dull moment with my family. Being the second oldest of five kids, I'm not only the favorite, but the one that all the 'strange' things tend to happen to. Like, seriously.

During my freshmen year of high school I popped a couple of blood vessels in my hand from 'texting too much'. Seriously. The doctor called it "textenitis". You better believe my parents took my phone away for a loooong time. I had to have my entire arm in a cast for a couple weeks until all of the swelling went down. I even made it into the school newspaper.

Senior year I got stung by a bee, and ended up being hospitalized and needing to have emergency surgery on my hand. Leave it to me to get super sick from the medicines that they were giving me, making my stay at the hospital even longer. Did I mention this happened the last week of my Senior year?

So, naturally, it was only time that something 'exciting' happened to me.

I was over at my friend Ali's house, just laying down, relaxing after waking up early and going to work that Saturday morning. I started to sit up because I had to pee (sorry TMI, but it will make sense in a minute), but I literally could not sit up. I started hysterically laughing because I had no idea what was going on! I started telling Ali through my bursts of laughter that I couldn't sit up, which only made her start dying of laughter herself. I had this terrible pain in my lower right side and I had no idea what was going on. After 5 minutes of not being able to sit up, I called Dr. Mom to see if she could diagnose me from 600 miles away. She thought it was a muscle spasm and suggested that I go take a hot bath to try to relax it. After trying to stand up to get myself to the shower, I started to break down crying. The pain was only getting worse and it was getting hard to breath.

My parents suggested that I call the insurance company to see what the best place (Urgent Care or ER) to go would be. And, with my luck, the women on the phone was useless. So we decided to go straight to Urgent Care; the only problem was that I couldn't get myself down the stairs and into the car. In comes Ali's Uncle Mike, who, so nicely carried my down the stairs and into the car. And off we went.

Once we arrived at Urgent Care, Ali grabbed me a wheelchair and wheeled me inside and got me checked in. Once we got in the back, the nurse took one look at me crying and sitting sideways in the wheelchair (it was more comfortable that way) and said that we needed to get to the ER right away because she thought it could be my appendix. The women didn't even take my vitals. So, off we went.

At this point, I am balling my eyes out because the pain was so bad and I still hadn't peed (an hour had passed by this time). Finally, I get wheeled into the ER hysterically crying, and trying to ignore the nurse who was trying to crack jokes to make me feel better. While the nurse was wheeling me down the hall toward the room I was going to be in, he told me that I had to go in the bathroom and pee in a cup so he could go run some tests on it. Sahweeet. It was the best news I had heard all day!! And let me tell you, I felt like a new woman. #sorrynotsorry #myblognotyours I wasn't completely better, but my pain level went from a 9 to a 4 in 37.82 seconds.

The rest, was a blur. I was given Vicodin, and thats all I remember.

The verdict?

KIDNEY STONES!! (one of the many traits I apparently inherited from my dad)

After being released from the hospital at like 9:30 that night, Ali told me that her and I had been invited to go hang out at our friend Matts house. I was feeling great at this point (drugs, when take appropriately, are a beautiful thing), so of course I wanted to go, even though I knew I looked and felt like death.

I don't remember much from hanging out at Matts house, but I was told afterward by Ali that I was a little rude and bratty. HA oops. I also called my mom that night after we got back from Matts and she told me later that I was talking non-stop....oops.

What's the lesson from this story?
I have the best family and friends ever!! 
and

Don't drink more than one Diet Coke a day because it will give you kidney stones. ;)

No more Diet Coke for me! :(

xoxo,

Mo

Ali and Morgan Part 1

If anyone knows Ali and myself, they know that something (usually bad) ALWAYS happens to us. Like seriously. Like that time in middle school when we Alis family invited me to go to California with them. We thought it was a good idea to strap my boogie board to Alis leg, and Alis boggie board to my leg and ride them out into the waves . . . . yeah, we weren't the brightest. Or that time we went on a hike for girls camp certification in the middle of June and Ali and I didn't bring water bottles (and Ali hurt her leg so our sunday school teacher tried to massage the cramp out of her leg hahahah it was so funny). And the nearest bathroom was 4 miles away, so we had to go and become 'one with nature'.  EWW. Seriously, I could go on forever about the stories we have together. But this past weekend was by far the most exciting/intense/cool/scary/funny thing that has ever happend to us.

So Ali's uncle just hired her to work at his office in Utah on Friday March 31. My parents had flew me home for a couple of days earlier that week, so Ali and I both got plane tickets for the same flight to take us to Utah for Saturday June 1. So Ali and I got dropped off at the airport on Saturday by our parents, we got checked in, had gone through security, and we were getting ready to board the plane. 

Ali was assigned to sit in the row behind me on the plane, so I got into my seat first after I put my carry on bags in the overhead compartment, and then I sat down in my seat and buckled up. So as Ali was putting her carry on bags in the space above her a flight attendant was walking down the aisle and needed to walk around her. So she went to move out of his way and as she moved she hurt her leg!! And so the guy was giving Ali a funny look and all she was saying was "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!!" And then she starts crying! So I turned around wondering what was going on, and the flight attendant was like "here sit down in the chair and we will look at your leg" and Ali said "no I really don't think I can sit, my knee is killing me!!" And so Ali keeps crying and the flight attendant calls the paramedics to come get Ali off the plane because she clearly cannot walk. I asked Ali if you could see anything wrong with her leg and the fly attendant was all "umm yeah her knee cap is on the side of her leg right now". So since Ali was in the middle of the walk way on the plane none of the passengers could get to there seats in the back, so everyone was just kind of standing around, and the paramedics walk on with a wheelchair and they were yelling at everyone to move so they could get through. And so this whole time I'm trying to call my parents and Scott and Cami but none of them are answering because they were all at the Temple!

So Ali gets wheeled off the plane and I get off with her because I couldn't just leave her! And so I had to carry her 2 carry on bags and my 2 bags. (we girls don't pack light!) And so they put us in that long walkway where the plane and the airport connects, and they stabbed Ali with an IV to give her morphine. Then it was like playing 20 questions with the firemen and the flight attendants. They asked us everything! The firemen then told us we were going to have to go to the hospital, so they called the paramedics and they brought out this huge stretcher for Ali to go on. And so we had to walk through the ENTIRE airport like that with the whole world watching us! We got outside and they loaded Ali in the ambulance and since I was there too they said I could ride in the front seat of the ambulance. Coolest thing ever! And so we get to the hospital and finally my parents and Alis parents show up. Ali went in the back and they did a couple of x-rays and then the doctor popped Alis knee back into place. (SO gross!!)

My view from the front seat in the ambulance (I was trying to be casual and not get caught taking pictures)

My parents then drove me back to the airport to catch the last flight of the night. The flight was scheduled for 8:10 . . . . it then got delayed and was rescheduled for 9. After everyone finished boarding at 9:45, the plane took off. I plugged my headphones in and fell asleep, only to be woken up when the plane had landed. The plane lights turned on and none of the passengers were moving . . . . I wasn't sure what was going on. Then some of the passengers started to yell. Huh? I was so confused!! Turns out that the pilots forgot the other pilot that was supposed to fly the plane back to Arizona once we had landed in Utah. I WAS BACK IN ARIZONA!

Long story short (haha not really), I finally landed in Utah at 1:45 Sunday morning. I was exhausted. I just wanted to get back to my room and sleep for days. Luckily the lovely Jensen family was there at the airport to pick me up and take me to my dorm. When I thought the worst of my day was over, I walked into my room to find a note on my bed that said "please be sure to make your bed next time! Thx, ur RA!" I'm sorry, WHAT?! (my whole dorm had had room checks that week . . . . note: making beds has NEVER been a requirement!) I lost it. I called my mom and started crying like a little girl (yes, I still cry to my mom about silly things). I could tell that she felt bad for me, but I could also tell that she thought this whole thing was funny.

Now if you would have asked me on Saturday or Sunday about the whole experience, I probably would have slapped you, but now, I think it is one of the funniest stories. And it was a great learning experience. It's about as funny as my bee sting story (maybe i'll write a different blog post about that sometime). 

Seriously, who does this stuff happen too?! 

The answer to that, Morgan and Ali.

xoxo,

Mo