Usually, I say wait until the day after Thanksgiving to put up Christmas decorations, but this year I didn't mind, though it felt a little bit awkward. It was funny, he wanted to listen to Christmas music and all. I let him but quickly had him turn it off because I just wasn't ready.
I had already done my thanksgiving shopping but couldn't decide on a turkey. For some reason, this year I felt impressed to buy a fresh turkey, the kind that doesn't require thawing. Unfortunately, I didn't listen to that unction and purchased a frozen one.
My husbands birthday is always close to thanksgiving and we went to one of his favorite upscale BBQ restaurants. A gentleman approached us and asked if we were enjoying our food because he paid for our entire meal. What a blessing! It let me know that there are still good people out there. Looking back, I know God was saying, I got you.
The next morning, I woke up with a stomach ache. Great, I got bad food, I thought. No one else was sick but I had baked beans so I blamed it on that. Feeling sick to my stomach, I somehow managed to take my son to school. I dragged myself back into bed afterward, and tried to sleep it off. But somehow, this felt different. Thinking I picked up a stomach virus, I made a trip to the doctor.
I should've known something was off when they suggested I get an immediate cat scan. But I never put the pieces together.
"You have appendicitis and its a really quick surgery......"
The words just faded as tears rolled down my face. I have to get surgery? The day before Thanksgiving?
You see, I don't really care to cook normally, but the holidays? Well, that's when I go hard in the paint. Besides, my husband has never even cut up celery for me, how would he pull off Thanksgiving? Honestly, these were the least of my worries. I would be having immediate surgery and that's pretty serious.
All went well as far as getting an emergency appendectomy goes. I spent two days in the hospital and was released the night before Thanksgiving. I was glad to be going home because as you often see in hospitals, many do not get that opportunity.
I had no clue that the next day was indeed turkey day. With no meal preparation, we literally had to wing it. I knew Kowalski's advertised a fully cooked turkey so my husband picked one up before they closed for the night. My family loved it even though I thought it was nasty. Maybe my taste buds were off.
Thankfully, I bought pre-cut collard greens and my hubby put those in the crock pots. We had our store bought pies including Patti Label's Sweet Potato Pie. Everything was pretty much done accept for the macaroni. The next morning, I just talked my kids through the steps as I sat there heavily medicated. My son even made his grandmother's recipe for sweet potatoes with no help from me. You go boy!
Everything turned out delicious! I even suggested we do this every year. I got no takers on that one.
Through this ordeal, I learned that God was with me and though I cannot tell you why it had to happen, I know his hand was guiding me, guiding us all, through it all. I can't help but get misty eyed as I think of one of my favorite songs by Deitrick Haddon.
"Lord your with me through it all, Lord your with me through it all".
I also learned that my family really does have my back. My hubby has been waiting on me hand and foot. You know I'm enjoying every bit of it too. I still have pain, I move slowly and if it weren't for blogging apps and built in microphones, I wouldn't be writing this today. But I'm here. We caught this thing before it burst which could have been really bad.
There's just one thing I missed. Black Friday.
Yep, I thought about it!