It was a typical weekend.
For example:
I went to yoga...Donald cleaned out the van...We stocked the pantry and fridge...Had Kabobs for Sunday dinner...And Elisabeth pulled out her g-tube.
[G-tube in Elisabeth's right hand. Her mid-day-meal coming out her stomach. Delightful, no?]
No worries this time around as I was holding her when it happened. It was quite humorous, really. All of the sudden I looked down and she was gripping it tight in her fist while stomach acids and her mid-day-meal of pediasure came pouring out of the hole on her belly.
Jennifer was scrambling to get the necessary items so that we could get the g-tube securely put back in said hole.
That's when I said, 'not so fast, we have time for a picture'.
She thought I was crazy.
Maybe I am.
