The kid is going back to school tomorrow, no worse for wear. *edited to add* everyone (including her) thought she only swallowed one, they were stuck together on the way down and in her stomach. The GI doctor looked mildly amused when he handed me the change.
Even though my life is one disaster after another, we are making progress. As I write the check to the hospital and cry, the architect and engineer are drawing up the beach shack plans and drainage plans and hurricane/FEMA/whatever plans....and my little dream is moving forward.
I will post them as soon as they are finished. In the meantime, the surveyor went out to my lot and did his business.
Now if I could just find an anesthesiologist who'd be willing to barter his services for, say, something built out of scrap pallets?