Not the BEST day #2

If you missed the post from yesterday, you may want to scroll down and read it.

Here is a picture of my little trooper.  She still has her game face on... she played in the Superbowl:-) Or, at least she was pretending... or something!   She dances to her own music.  I didn't give her  two black eyes along with the second degree burns.

And, because I can never write seriously for two posts in a row....

Shelby's friend, Rachel, came to visit her at the hospital last night.  As she was sitting and looking at the room, she read a sign on the paper towel dispenser.  This is how she read it:

Please do not put paper towels or wash CLOTHES in the toilet.

She screamed, "Wash your clothes.... IN THE TOILET!!  Ewww!!  Who would do that??  You know someone has done that or they wouldn't put a sign like that up!"

We were all cracking up!

Later that night, I was so disappointed, upon closer inspection, to read that it did not say CLOTHES, it said cloths.  
Shelby has had an OK day.  She threw up pretty soon after waking up.  I am not really sure why. She went a long time without pain meds, probably too long.  She had them at 10 pm last night and then not again until about 8am this morning.  

About 10 am, she went back to the treatment room to have the mass injury washed, new blisters popped by the washing, pictures taken, and new bandages put on.  Again, she was a trooper, but I know it hurt so bad.

She was squeezing tears out the sides of her eyes and saying, "I wish I could be stronger."  

Bless her heart.  She was trying so hard not to cry.  I told her to cry.

And, just one more testimony of how great Shelby is... the nurses were fighting over who was going to take care of her today.  As a rule of thumb, the nursing staff is rotated daily.  I am sure this is to take the stress off caring for a difficult patient.  However, they are also allowed to sign up for patients that they particularly like.  Shelby's 2nd nurse, went to sign up for her and her first nurse had already beat her to the punch.  So, nurse #2 just came in to visit a few times today.

One more thing, if you are praying for Shelby, please pray for the middle child too.  I guess she is no longer middle.  What do you call them when there are 4 of them??  Anyway, Gracie, is a nervous little hen.  She is a mirror image of me.  And, I hate watching it.  I was always nervous growing up.  Worried about everything etc...  She is the same way.  Neither of us had very stressful homes, so it must just be our personalities.  She was so upset about Shelby yesterday that she had a stomachache all day.  She called me 100 times until I came home to get her.  She walked around talking about how much she loved Shelby and how she wished Shelby were home to boss her around.

Then, this morning, she was nervous and had a stomachache.  So, she didn't eat, but drank a lot of water.  She threw up on the way to the hospital this morning with Paul.

Wow!  When it rains, it pours.

I haven't even posted about Emme needing to see an endocrinologist because of some blood work that came back suspect.

AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!