The Non-Essential Adventures of D'Art

Last night my wife woke me up in a frenzy of pain and saying that her stomach was hurting her. We called the ER and they kind of ruled out anything super serious. So Kellie loaded up on Tylenol and said she could make it through the night. This morning she said she felt better, so I headed off to work.

When I got home, she was still in pain. We called in a favor from our neighbor, to watch our kids as we headed to Urgent Care. Urgent Care is awesome with our insurance, we only have a $15 copay. So we paid the 15 bones, and waited for the Doctor. They ran a bunch of test, only to say we needed to head to the ER to get some more test done.

Off to the ER. I was pretty hungry, Kellie wasn’t, so I headed out to grab a quick bite to eat. The first place I happened upon was Chipotle. I love Chipotle chicken burittos, they are worth every penny of the $8 you pay for them. Yum. I got back to the ER just in time for them to call us back, and to collect our $50 copay. Cha-Ching.

So far tonight they have ran a CT Scan and an Ultrascan. Kellie has an IV in her arm and is being a trooper.Now we are just waiting to hear the outcome. The Doctor has already ruled out a few major things, but now we just wait.

Update:  After several test they determined that Kellie has a cyst on one of her ovaries.  We left the ER last night armed with a prescription for Vicodin and an order from the doctor to rest.

Be who you are.  I know it sounds simple, but for some reason most of us can’t figure it out. I get so ticked off at myself for trying to be something I’m not.  I try to find the cool, hip shirts, you know the ones that are embroidered and bedazzled, but they don’t have them my size.  The truth is, I can’t stand those shirts, but since they are popular, for some reason I want to be like everyone else.  Too many of us, need to find out who we are.

Figure out who you are on the inside.  Take time to, bleed, cry, hide, seek, run, stop, walk, dance, dream, go.  So this is who I am:

I’m a big dude, who is passionately chasing my dream.  I can rock the Mop Top hair style, better than anyone I know.  I can speak vision, and hope to the deepest part of who you are.  I can see your potential.  I’ll never be the coolest cat in the room, and I’m OK with that.   I won’t be the most stylish, happening, hippster out there, I’ll never wear my sisters pants or deep plunging v-neck shirts, but, I will be me, Chuck Taylors and all.  Don’t try to be me, you’ll fail.

Be who you are.