Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Home Sweet Home


Check out the belly!




The Face of Misery


Cuisine in its highest form


Only special people get to have slumber parties
in the hospital!




Arissa and Aunt Heather at Open House


Arissa and Isaiah at Open House

Well I am home from the hospital. I got to come home Friday about noon. Heather brought me home then headed out to be with her own family. I am sure they were excited to have her back. We are so grateful that they 'loaned' her to us! Heather filled in for Steven and I at Arissa's Open House Thursday. Glenwood won't be the same now that Aunt Heather and her camera have visited. She indulged the kids at the Book Fair then treated them to dinner at Outback Steakhouse. She even prepped them for their spelling tests and bathed them.

Isaiah has broken 2 pairs of glasses in one week so he is flying blind these days. His new ones are ordered. He is also in serious need of a haircut. Poor kid looks like a rag-muffin! We'll get him straightened out eventually.

COOKIE DOUGH UPDATE: Arissa sold 22 tubs of cookie dough! The dough is in. If I haven't contacted you yet I will be soon to arrange delivery. Again, thank you all so much for helping!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Because I Can't Do Anything The Easy Way

I am updating our blog from my hospital room at St. Marys. I was admitted yesterday and am hoping to go home tonight. I am reading your mind and you are wondering what has happened now that has landed my beautiful face another stay at the wonderful facility. Well, my bowels were inpacted. I have a photo of me taken yesterday when I first got here and to say my stomach was distended is the understatement of the century. Talk about MISERABLE. I will spare the details. Heather arrived Tuesday night for what was supposed to be nail/shopping/girl-time Wednesday. That plan got slightly derailed when Steven saw my stomach Wednesday morning. I called Dr Vicks office and Alicia called me back. She told me to head to the Women's Pavilion. Heather and I (who ALWAYS have their priorities in order) decided that our 'appointment' at 130 would require a delay in our arrival at SMHS. I called Alicia back, told her I would be there closer to 330 or 400 and Heather and I left. We took care of the important things first. We went to Starbucks, then our 130 mani/pedi appointment, Chick Fil A and THEN we went to SMHS. I was scared because I didn't know what to expect. Like every woman, I needed my Mommy. Mom was able to leave work a bit early and was at the hospital before any procedures took place. Mom stayed until about 1030. Heather made her bed and we snuggled in for the night. Which if you realize what bowel inpaction is then you will realize that sleeping isn't an option. The morning dawned with a GI consult and tests. Thankfully, Heather is able to stay with me and Steven didn't have to miss any work. As a matter of fact, Daddy and Steven were on the course while Mom and Heather took care of me. Steven took care of the kids last night and this morning then came by here before he went into work. He also came and walked with me on his lunch hour. Mom and Heather are working on the details of tonight. I am not worried about the kids b/c I know that they will be well looked after. I am truly blessed to have such an awesome friend in Heather and an incredible support system! Heather has felt the need to photograph these events and I'll be sure to post them later (no worries, they are just the miserable faces of Anne and her belly).

Thursday, September 13, 2007

I'll take your co-pay now...

They say that like they are doing you a favor. Like it gives me great pleasure to give them money! This morning found me and Arissa at our friends office, the great Dr James. Dr James loves us because we are there so much last year that I am confident we paid his mortgage a few times. To our surprise, Dr James was on vacation and we saw Dr Tan instead. This worked out just fine though b/c we saw Dr Tan when Arissa was inpatient in the spring. We were told that Dr Tan will be joining Dr James full time in January. I think it is great b/c Dr James is the only one in his practice and until a few months ago actually took his own calls every single night! Talk about committed. Anyways, Arissa went through the usual (61lbs) and Dr Tan decided she should pee in a cup. Dude, I need some serious practice on little girl urine samples. Arissa and I both needed lots of soap when we were done. All that to find out she has a terrible cold. I am glad it is something simple but I hate it when there isn't a pill to fix what ails. And Isaiah and Mom--no amount of ice or Nasonex or gauze or Vicks will fix it. We are stuck treating the symptoms to get her some relief. Much to Arissa's dismay, she is out of school until Monday. This is b/c she is very dizzy with double vision at times and Dr Tan doesn't feel like school is a safe environment. She doesn't have to miss any activities as long as an adult is with her to keep an eye on her. So we are snuggled in my bed watching childrens television. I am out of the loop on childrens television so when Arissa turned on Hip Hop Harry I was shocked. Has anyone seen this show?
Harry raps and dances and even sports a sag. This show is super annoying. Thankfully it was only 30 minutes long. Harry has his own website and his own MySpace page. He is apparently the new Barney. I say give me Blues Clues any day of the week over Harry.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Sick Already? And Other Stuff.....

So Arissa is ill (keep in mind school hasn't been in session one full month yet). She has been a royal crab since Sunday when the neighbors tried to do a pray-by and throw little green Bibles at us and it has manifested into a stomach ache, headache and the most annoying cough around. I have yelled at her several times to STOP COUGHING but she just keeps on. Isaiah even told her that stop means stop NOW. All I could find was Dimetapp Cold & Allergy and I figured at least it would make her go to sleep. Nope, she is laying in bed coughing and whining. We decided a few shots of Chloraseptic might quell the cough so she can sleep. (Notice how I self medicate my family? Isaiah has learned the fine art of self-medicating; he firmly believes that Nasonex or gauze is the fix for any and all that ails you). The child cried and threw a fit like we were giving her a shot. She actually SPIT THE MEDICINE OUT LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD. Now, those of you that know me know that I was absent the day that God gave out patience. So, as the sane, loving, caring, patient parent that I am I fussed at her for acting so silly. I mean, when I was a kid, any illness that called for either Sucrets (remember the little tin box?) or Chloraseptic made for a joyous day. Considering that my mother firmly believed that all illnesses could be cured either with an ice cube or Vic's Vapor Rub (freeze it or fry it), a cherry treat was always welcomed. Kids these days are so spoiled! They don't know how good they have it with the $2 Add-a-Flavor at the Walgreens. Knowing Arissa the way I do, I am sure this will turn into a CO-PAY. I know this because she let Steven touch her!! He tried to tell her that her tonsils grew back. She replied with a very mature 'Nu-Uh'.

Moving on to other matters: I am still recovering from the great surgery from hell on the 29th. I had a visit with my pal, Dr Vick, today to figure out the deal with my 'pee-er'. Lo and behold I have me another bladder infection. I am now on my 3rd round of antibiotics and yet another bladder spasm medicine. This time I scored a 'famous' bladder medicine. It even has its own commercial. I am trying to ignore the fact that the fine actors in the commercials are OLD MEN. I could insert a lovely comment here about old men that can't pee or......I'll leave it alone.
Moral of the story, this gives me something else to take a pill for. I am still on restrictions until I see the doc in 4 weeks.

Isaiah had Open House tonight. I managed an hour and 10 minutes. That is really good considering I had two doctors appointments today AND I went to Walgreens and Staples. He was very understanding and even told me that if I didn't think I could go that it would be okay with him but I could tell he really wanted me there. So we went with the understanding that when I say GO we are leaving. I was able to meet 2 of his teachers. We are doing so much better this year than we were this time last year. I am thrilled to know that his Math teacher is also his homeroom and Core Study teacher. If the kid gets below a C in Math, I'll kill him. He held my hand to steady me in the halls and helped me navigate the crowds away from my belly. I love that my 11 year old son will still hold my hand in public. He gave me a hug when we got home and thanked me for going.

COOKIE DOUGH UPDATE: I would love to give you a grand total on the amount of cookie dough sold. There is a tiny problem with that. See, I was basically comatose from Aug 29-Sept 4 and I apparently hid my delirium really really well. So well that my family thought I was completely coherent. I am told that I gathered the order forms together and sent them back to the school. I have zero recollection of these events. Add that to the other events I do not recall: Gary and Wayne visiting me in the hospital, cleaning out the fridge with my Daddy, Aunt Carol being here, going to the emergency room, receiving and activating a new debit card, you get the idea. I do know that ARISSA SOLD ENOUGH TO ATTEND THE MEGA PARTY!!! I know that because she sold enough before 8/29. As soon as I find out the grand total I will be sure to let you know. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone for their help!!

I need a life, all these rambling updates in a row!!

Monday, September 10, 2007

There's a Turtle on my Bed!


There's a turtle in my room!


Turtle house on my bed

So the kiddo's have taken to walking T-Bone. Today while they were out on their walk, T-Bone found a reptile friend. My kids brought home said reptile, put him in our laundry basket then proceeded to bring the basket to show me. Arissa asked me if she could take the turtle out and put it on my bed to walk around. Ummmmmm.........NO. The turtle is in the basket, on the deck, eating lettuce with the sound of T-Bone barking in the background. T-Bone loves turtles; they are the only thing he can throw around and chew on but not tear apart. We have saved many a turtle from the jaws of T-Bone. Turtles are slow/T-Bone is not so the turtle doesn't stand a chance of getting away.

T-Bone also likes frogs. We had a frog I named Prince that would come out every night and sit outside the sliding glass doors downstairs. I named him Prince b/c he was fat like Prince Fielder and b/c if you kiss a frog you are supposed to get a prince. One night T-Bone was going nuts so I went out to see what the problem was. I got down there with the flashlight only to see Prince. Bone was catching Prince then letting him out of his mouth. It was like once he caught him he didn't know what to do with it! I rescued Prince from the torture by distracting Bone and letting Prince hop away. I was certain that would be the last I would see of Prince, but lo and behold the next night, he was back catching bugs by the door. We haven't seen Prince in a long time. I think the drought ran him off....I can't bear to think of anything else happening to him. I miss that frog....

I should go make the kids set turtle free. I'll have them take him to Turtle Man (don't ask) down the street.

Mom in the enchanted forest-
Anne

Sunday, September 9, 2007

General Update


Heather and Anne; I don't recall this photo being taken.
I will avenge Heather if it is the last thing I do on this Earth.


Arissa; 9/8/07-counting down to half-time where they
performed the dance/cheer/dance routines. They did
so awesome and Arissa hit all her stunts perfect!

Okay--here we go. The hot flashes have GREATLY improved. I suppose God reads my blog! I have spent the days since my last update taking it easy. I did manage a few 'chores' on Friday. I cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, etc. I did screw up by changing the sheets on our bed. It would have been fine except our awesome Tempurpedic mattress weighs a ton. I lifted it to tuck the sheet and felt the pain.

I went to the East/West game yesterday. It is the biggest game of the season for us and I couldn't miss the halftime performance of my squad. I got there about 20 minutes before the game started and left as soon as halftime was over. Carol drove me and helped me get where I needed to be. Sara had a chair on the sidelines reserved for me so I didn't have to fuss with the crowds and more importantly, sitting on those metal bleachers. The squad did an awesome job and once again, our halftime routine was far superior to the East squad (I am a bit biased). I got home and crashed. I never did take a nap, though. It took me about an hour or so to get the energy to shower. I did that then relaxed the rest of the night. I woke up this morning to extreme cramping. Not sure what that is all about.

Steven needed to go to the store this morning and I decided to go with him. I really wanted to get out of the house. I just walked, no cart driving or picking up items. I was hoping the walk would help the cramps but it didn't. It didn't make them worse, though, and now I feel like I have done something productive. In typical Wal-Mart style, we went for bread and cereal and spent $140.

I have made my way downstairs (the first time in almost 2 weeks--not supposed to do stairs) and am now reclined next to Steven, watching football. I still have Kathy's laptop. It has really saved my sanity these past few weeks.

Well the laptop is burning my lap and mom is on the phone so I am off.

Later Taters-
Anne

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Hot Flash Hell

Dear God,
Please forgive me for the ugly remarks of my past regarding menopause. I fully realize the magnitude of ones words coming back to bit one in the ass. Hot flashes and random acts of crying are no laughing matter. I have learned my lesson, please absolve me of my punishment as soon as you feel that my penance has been served.
Your Pal,
Anne

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Post Op Update

Well I survived my surgery. To say it was awful is the understatement of the century. Below you will find a recap of events. CAUTION: statements made from this point further may or may not be true. The events are according to me and therefore are probably incorrect.

My terrific friend Heather arrived Tuesday afternoon. We did some shopping, got our nails/toes done, met Steven and the kids at Big Ed's for pizza, then hit the grocery store in a major way. My first mistake in the whole process was waiting until 2:30 am to begin my "Fleet" procedure. I got 2 whole hours of sleep that night. Momma met us at the hospital. You would have thought they were giving away free cars for the amount of people that were in the surgery waiting room. When I say standing room only, I am not exaggerating. My dear friend, Wayne appeared and passed the time with us. Steven and I were finally taken back to a pre-op room where they began my "stuff". Low and behold, I passed the pregnancy test so the surgery proceeded as scheduled. Wayne prayed with Steven and I then left to allow mom and Heather to come in. They stayed with me until I was whisked away to the "holding room". I clearly recall all the events in the holding room, none of which are worth repeating.

I vaguely recall telling the OR nurse that I wanted a hat like hers. Then I woke up and was in major pain, was aggravated that I couldn't see, and had to pee. They told me to pee b/c I had a cath. Once I finally got up to my room I demanded my glasses. Why in the world did my husband feel the need to put my glasses in the car I have no idea. I specifically remember telling him to keep them with him. I was very agitated at this point. To hear my family tell it, I put on quite the show. It would seem that the morphine pump and I had too close of a relationship and I was high as a kite. I do recall the pump quit working and I went without pain meds for about an hour. I didn't sleep much that night but Steven snoozed and snored. They took my cath out at 5am and I was so thrilled to be rid of that thing. I 'went' once and then my bladder wouldn't release. It was terrible pain, having a full bladder that I couldn't empty. They ended up re-cathing me and I got some relief. At some point in the day I had a major meltdown and Steven asked something to make me sleep. My doc didn't want me to go home b/c I wasn't able to void and my pain wasn't under control but my insurance had other plans. We left the hospital in the dark of night, me still sporting the catheter. Friday morning found me in terrible pain from bladder spasms so we had to go to the office b/c I felt like my bladder wasn't emptying. They reinserted the cath and gave me some meds. Sometime Friday night the pain was too much and Steven took me to the ER. I think Carol was here at that time, though I could be wrong. I vaguely remember having an ultrasound and I think I made Steven go to Krystal's. Steven had to work Saturday so Mom sat with me. I thought I remembered Saturday until Sunday when my Daddy asked me about something that had happened on Saturday. He said I cleaned out my fridge when he was here but I don't recall him even being here. I managed to find a reason to call Dr Vick for the 3rd day in a row when I woke up Saturday with thrush. My mouth is raw and all I can eat is scrambled eggs and ice cream. Sara spent Monday with me and Kathy came over and did Arissa's hair and got the wireless router hooked up so I can lay in bed and use her laptop--Thanks for the loan, Aunt Kathy! Heather came back Monday afternoon and we went to the office this morning and had my cath removed. It took a few hours but I was finally able to pee. It was super painful but still better than having that stupid tube. I am not going anywhere tomorrow; today wore me out. Heather is staying again tonight although she has made is clear that she isn't sleeping with me tonight; apparently I wasn't the best bed partner last night! Who would have thought when we were little 5 year old girls, that we would be sharing a bed at 31! Talk about a life-long friendship. Having her here has been terrific. We have laughed and napped and just hung out. Isaiah and Arissa love having here and it has taken some of the load off of Steven. I am blessed to have such wonderful family and friends!
I think this post might be one long run-on sentence---blame it on the Demerol.