Thursday, January 29, 2009

Metal Detectors

I have better pictures. Trapped inside my camera. I have to find that card reader gadget to set them free. Check back later this evening to see if I was successful.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


First of all.....

If you look on my 'Live Traffic Feed' you'll notice I get visitors from exotic locations rather often. Yet everyone I know lives in a 30 mile radius of me. Just exactly who are these people? Are they stalkers or just suckers for a smartass with a blog? So, if you're coming to the Pod and have never commented before, please leave me a comment. The curiosity, it's killing me.

Now...Here is a cheap blog post shamelessly copied and pasted from a Facebook thing that is going around. Those of you that are my Facebook friends might notice a few items have changed. I thought of more interesting tidbits to take those spots.

1) I've had 10 surgeries

2) I had my daughter on my bathroom floor. Without medical personnel present. NOT on purpose.

3) I love living in Oak Ridge. It's a great blend of small town/larger city.

4) I loathe terrible drivers, I suffer from serious road rage

5) I don't do mornings. It's not a matter of a small dislike of mornings. I seriously don't function before 8am and a one hour laying in bed period.

6) I have a very low tolerance for ignorance

7) Me and the sun don't get along. A day at the lake/pool/beach is my idea of hell on Earth

8) I hate beans and bananas

9) I cook things that I won't eat...and from what I'm told they are really tasty

10) I adore the Food Network and *attempt* lots of the recipies on there

11) I outsource school projects to family members. I hated them when I was in school, hate them now that my kids have to do them

12) I've had braces twice

13) I have experienced 'love at first sight'. Married him, too

14) My first wedding was at the courthouse. Without my parents knowing. My senior year. HUGE MISTAKE

15) I made up for it with my second wedding being the whole she-bang.

16) I am what some people refer to as "skinny fat"

17) I hate my hair. There is too much of it

18) I feel really bad for passing down the crappy teeth and migraine gene to my son

19) I need patience. And grace. Lots and lots of both.

20) I hate tags. If you come to my house, you'll see me in inside out lounge wear.

21) I have hurt too many people's feelings with my mouth. Some times it's been mended, other times not. That makes me sad at myself

22) I love going to the grocery store

23) Having my car serviced thrills me to no end. Seriously, it does.

24) I have very few "optional" organs left

25) I got to witness my youngest nephew being born. Outside of #2 above, the absolute COOLEST thing I've done in my life. There are no words. (Yet I managed to leave this one off my original list. Go figure).

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Baby Steps, Baby

I am still improving....little by little. I did a WHOLE lot on Friday and Saturday and today I'm tired and my jaws are sore and swollen. I must remember..BABY STEPS!

Friday and Saturday were both spent with Sara shopping for a gown for the Boys and Girls Club Gala (or Prom for Moms as I like to call it). Sara made her decision Friday. I made a purchase but wasn't IN LOVE with it like I wanted to be so we continued our search on Saturday. And I was successful. It's stunning and doesn't make me look too thin. I also look like a grown up instead of a grown up dressing like she's 17. I'll be sure to post pictures from the event (it isn't until Valentines Day).

Arissa gets her braces this Thursday and Isaiah gets his bottom braces. Both are pretty excited and I can't wait to see the difference they make on Arissa. We've already been 'wowed' by the transformation on Isaiah.

Both kids went to Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry's Friday night for the great bonfire. There was a ginormous tree that fell awhile back that wasn't good for firewood so they got a burn permit, some gasoline and lit it up. I think Isaiah and Arissa thought they were going down to hang, roast some weenies and marshmallows and sing KumByYa. HA! Those kids worked their fannies off! Jerry told them to please not get burned because he feared after the last time spent with him adding skin grafts might just make me change my mind about being allowed to play with him! Thankfully, no one was harmed in the burning of the tree and I would be willing to bet the fire is still going. I will say that I am very proud to hear what a great help my kids are. Carol and Jerry were both very forthcoming with praises of their help.

I start PT tomorrow for my jaws. I'm warning you now to be prepared for whining. The evaluation last week flared me up so bad I was miserable. I know it has to be done but I'm not looking forward to going 3 times a week.

I can't find my card reader thingy, hence the lack of photos lately. I'll ask Isaiah where it is cause for some reason....he always knows!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

"Get a Life...Get Over It"

Our Pastor said it best this past Sunday. The American people have spoken; Obama was elected; he is our new President. If you didn't vote for him, don't agree with him, or don't like him and you're still having issues with his Presidency it's time to "get a life and get over it". Prayer is what is needed now, just like any other time. Want proof of this fact? Please reference the handbook for life, the Bible.
1 Timothy 2:2 reads "Pray for rulers and for all who have authority so that we can have quiet and peaceful lives full of worship and respect for God".

Today is historic no matter how you feel about it.

Bonus points for today...SNOW DAY!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Slow but Steady Wins the Race

I am improving every day but still not near back to normal. Monday, Steven took me to the office and hung with me for about an hour while I waded thru the disaster area that had become my desk and inbox. I was pretty worn out after that and came home and crashed for a bit. My nails were driving me crazy b/c they hadn't been done since before Christmas so Arissa and I headed to the Nail Bar for mani's and pedi's. (Arissa got a Nail Bar gift certificate for Christmas). Arissa chose neon green for her fingers and electric blue for our toes (I only let her pick my polish colors in the winter when no one sees my feet!). After that, we headed to Mom and Dad's so Mom could play nurse and snip the forgotten stitch in my left ear. No dice, she couldn't get it. After the activity of Monday I was whooped on Tuesday. I planned on laying low all day but Steven had to drive me out to the doctors office so they could get the stitch out. Wednesday dawned at 4am with a migraine. Thursday I went to the office for almost 4 hours! I got a lot done and was worn out! Today I hung on the couch all day. I plan on laying low this weekend and then heading to work next week. I am listening to my body and won't overdo it. I am still very weak and ran down probably due to the surgery's effect on my already weak body. I am doing the best I can to eat but am still losing weight.

The weather here is bitterly cold. The low last night here was 4 and I think it's supposed to be about the same tonight. I was worried about T-Bone freezing to death so we brought him in the garage for the night. He was very confused since he's never spent the night anywhere but his yard. Before I went to bed I told him that if I heard one peep out of him I was putting him back out in the cold. He was a good boy and not only didn't make noise but didn't tear up the garage. Well, except for the little incident of him peeing on Steven's golf bag.....

1136pm edit: Went out to hold 'The Bone' so Steven could pull the car out of the garage and lets just say it's a good thing I gave Bone an old comforter cause now there is white fluff everywhere. And why is it that he keeps trying to get IN my car? The dog has NEVER been in my car and NEVER will be. I'm extremely anal about my car and T-Bone riding shotgun ain't gonna happen. That dog, he just ain't right.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Ranger Ride and Rescue Rangers

So my kids have now experienced a dark, wet, cold night on Windrock Mtn. They've seen the sun rise while not being in the bed yet. They've peed in woods. And they've met the rescue squad people that come up mountains in the middle of the night to look for the lost.

They headed out with "Uncle Jerry" and their "cousins", Olivia and Chloe at 6am Saturday morning for a day of mountain mud fun in Jerry's Ranger. It was pouring rain but that didn't stop them. It was midnight (for several reasons that aren't important here) before I realized the time and that Carol hadn't called me to tell them they were home. I figured it was an oversight and figured I'd call Carol, wake her up, she'd tell me they'd been home for hours, I'd apologize and we'd move on. I called Carol, who was NOT asleep, because THEY WEREN'T HOME. So, city girl me, tried not to panic. But who am I kidding? I was freaked out. I was comforted by the facts that 1) they were with a group so I knew it wasn't just Jerry with 4 kids and 2) they were with Jerry, who is the McGyver of the 2000's. Seriously, the man could build a fire by rubbing toothpicks together. My brain knew they were more than likely safe and warm but my heart totally didn't get that message. After several phone calls I headed to Harriman to wait for news with Carol and Hunter. On my way down there I got word that the rescue squad was getting together a group to go look for them. Two hours later, they were located and about an hourish after that I had my babies back. They were, just as we thought, safe and warm the whole time and the delay was the result of everything going wrong and nothing going right. Rangers got stuck, broke down, ran out of gas and the icing on the cake was the large amounts of rain we've been getting (and got that day) washed out the roads for their descent.

Isaiah and Arissa seemed confused as to why I was there (and hugging their stinky necks so tight) and were a bit bummed to find out that I was taking them home and they weren't spending the night another night (mind you, it was 5am and they spent their night in the woods but they couldn't seem to grasp that concept). I wheeled them through Hardee's, made them undress on the front porch, and take showers. They were snoring by 7am.

Needless to say, Arissa had a major journal entry at school today and Isaiah was begging people to ask him about his weekend.

For the record...I think they are already looking forward to their next trip.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

My Cup of Crap Overfloweth

Woke up feeling pretty crappy. Took the kids to school (it was raining sideways and while I'm tough on my kids, I'm not cruel) and fought puking the whole way. Came home, brushed, washed, changed clothes headed out then back in to grab an old cup, just in case. Got to the oral surgeons office where I have apparently been the talk of the office due to the difficulty of my operation. I was assured there is no infection, just a lot of swelling and fluid that needs to be absorbed and that everything will in fact go back to normal. The sweet nurse went to removing my stitches. Which felt oddly good...until she got to the left side. There were 3 that were deep and scabbed over and if I didn't know better I would have thought she was cutting through my skin to get those suckers out. Dr McCoy came back in several times to tell me how sorry he is that he had to put me through this and ask if there was anything I needed. For a guy that started out to be not too kind, he's turned into one of my favorite people. I go back in two weeks then start PT. The pain I am feeling in my head and face is not the nerves waking up but the muscles that are attached to the TMJ joint. They've been pulled tighter than he'd like but he didn't have a choice. He said getting the bones out was extremely difficult. So after crying in his office, feeling like a big ol' baby, and being assured that he'd worry if I WASN'T crying I left. And proceeded to learn that I have a talent. I can drive, pay for parking and puke in a cup...all at the same time! I can also proceed onto the interstate while still vomiting into the cup and merge better than most people can who aren't otherwise distracted. And in case you're wondering why I didn't pull over? There is one lane from the parking garage to the interstate and while I typically love attention, I didn't feel like screwing up traffic. So I headed to the pharmacy to get my script filled. Only to be informed that my previous RX coverage expired on 1-1-09 and that they needed all new information to process insurance. New card, new company, new everything. How the hell I didn't get that information is beyond me but after losing connection with the lovely automated Caremark lady TWICE I paid for the script and I'll get refunded later. I made it to the top of the hill and now I know I can pull into my driveway, open the garage door and park my car while puking in a cup. Poor Steven was coming out of the door to feed T-Bone and I about took him out running to the utility sink. All I could do was look at him and say "I'm not in a good place right now" and headed up to medicate, ice and sleep. And sleep I did. All day. Which is probably why it's after midnight and I'm bright eyed. The pain is more tolerable thanks to the new pain pills I was given and the nausea has subsided thanks to my great friends, Reglan and Phenegran.

The forecast calls for snow tonight so Arissa is wearing her jommies inside out and backwards to make it come true...which is a sure-fire way for the snow to not produce or the city to clear the roads because GOD FORBID OAK RIDGE CITY GETS A SNOW DAY.

Arissa has learned the valuable lessons of 1) don't give your friends your password and 2) don't set a passcode on your phone that you can't remember. Let's just say her Webkinz World is short one stainless steel fridge and one super hero bed. And thanks to the determination of her Daddy, her phone has been reset...although she did lose all her contacts, pics, etc. Which at 9 years many contacts do you really need?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

GI Man Should Be Renamed Mr. Clueless

Though he's a swell guy and very sweet I'm about done with my current GI. Not sure if it's him or the process of constant hope/letdown but I'm so 'whatever' after today. I feel like I wasted energy, gas, parking fees, and a co-pay for him to weigh me and write me a script. I have lost 6 pounds since I saw him last. I have bones coming out in multiple directions. I have hair coming out by the hand full. I'm wearing a size I haven't seen since before puberty. But, you know, just try another pill and I'll see you in 4-6 weeks.

My face hurts. My scalp hurts. My teeth hurt. Most troubling? My left incision is red and puffy and there is a big ol' knot in front of it. And it hurts to move my face in any way that makes that part move. Am I making sense here? Rest assured that if it is infected and requires some wretched draining procedure that I'll be phoning my Daddy to come hold my hand (which actually means sit in the corner). Just like he did when I was 16 and I had my wisdom teeth taken out and got an infection. He had to check me out of school and drive me to the oral surgeons office (the SAME office I use now; different doctor though seeing as how my original oral surgeon died). I remember falling asleep on the way there. And I remember Daddy's reaction when he realized he was sitting under the 'sharps' container. But I also remember that I felt so much better after they did whatever it is they did. While I'm not hoping for an infection, I am hoping that whatever it is that they do makes me feel better. Cause if I haven't said it enough already....I'm kinda over this.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Surgery 10; Update 4

So the whole numbness thing turns out to be cooler than I thought it was. I thought it was annoying before. You know, to feel but not to feel. Now that it's wearing off and the pain has hit I wish I could go back to the annoying. Annoying is always better than painful. I was up until 2 last night so miserable I had tears in my eyes. Steven woke up and did what every good husband does....offered to make coffee. Cause apparently coffee has some anti-pain effect. Which turned out to be true. If nothing else, having something warm to sip on calmed me down enough that I relaxed and made it until I could take a pill then I drifted off to sleep. And proceeded to sleep like shit. Dreaming that I couldn't breathe; trying to scream for help but my voice not working; that I got a really good deal on infant formula but couldn't get Carol to text me back if she wanted me to buy it or not. I told you..weird dreams. My scalp hurts. Not my head, my scalp. It hurts to touch my head. Or my ears. Or my face.

Carol and Jerry brought Hunter over yesterday to see me. I got some serious coos and smiles. I squeezed him tight, fed him a bottle and changed his underwears. Arissa styled Carol's hair and Isaiah and Jerry had it out with Ms Pacman/Frogger. It was a little while after that the pain started. Maybe Hunter shouldn't have left...

I am trying to watch the millionth hour of 'Secret Life' so I'm up to speed for the season premiere tonight while listening to Steven and Arissa finish the leaf work in the yard. Isaiah had to head back to school today. Arissa goes back tomorrow.

I see my GI tomorrow afternoon and my oral surgeon Wednesday morning. I'm off to be miserable.....

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Surgery 10; Update 3

Yesterday ended on a better note, with the pain minimal and the stomach issues easier to bear. I got bored so I played Mancala, Guess Who and Battleship with the kids. I slept okay until 4am when I woke up in the middle of a major allergy attack. Sneezing and snotting like a mad woman did not help my jaws. I slept too late, going 12 hours with no pain medicine and am feeling pretty sore now. I'm sipping on coffee and waiting for the drugs to do their thing.

Newest revelation---my right eye doesn't work. It doesn't raise. It doesn't furrow. It blinks and droops. Nothing else. It's like I only paid for half of a Botox treatment. Prayers that the damage is only temporary and I go back to full eye function soon are requested. It's not only annoying but looks pretty crappy.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Surgery 10; Update 2

Steven suggested I try a baked potato yesterday evening which stayed down...barely.. so that's progress.
I dreamt about blueberry muffins. Not sure what that was all about so I have some baking now. Steven is at the gym. He offered to make them for me before he left but I declined. Then changed my mind once he was gone.

The other aches and pains seemed to have decreased quite a bit so now its just my face. Which hurts worse today than it has before but I'm not as miserable as I was before. I have no idea what those people did to me while I was knocked out but it feels like they bended and shaped me in ways I am not supposed to go.

Today I'm going to take a bath and change my jommies. I want to wash my hair but it scares me so I'll probably wait.

Yesterday, the lady across the street fed Isaiah and Arissa lunch. HOG JAW, BLACK EYED PEAS AND CORNBREAD. GAG!! They loved the hog jaw. Are we sure these are MY kids?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Surgery 10; Update 1

Yesterday wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be.
Today is worse.
There isn't a part of me that doesn't hurt for one reason or another and I'm not keeping food down....always a nice touch to post op recovery.

Word is the surgery went well although they had a hard time on my right side because the anatomy was so distorted. Not sure what that means but I do know they had to use another tool to be able to do what they needed to do. My ears are still numb but they hurt. Makes no sense. Both ears are full of stitches and blood. I won't be posting's pretty nasty. Daddy was pretty impressed with the stitches. I don't know how many I have but it feels like a ton. I came home with a pressure dressing that made me look like a person that rides the short bus and brought great laughter to Steven.