Dear Friend ~
I forget that you're fragile
Cuz you're just so tough
Fearlessly taking on my boys
Proves you've got the right stuff
Now use that stuff right
To get yourself well
Cuz I know hospitals
Can be, uh, less than perfect.
The nurses (bless them) wake you every hour
And all you want is to take a shower
The food 'aint good and TV is bad
The boredom and restlessness can drive you mad
So enjoy this small care package
To help pass the time
And accept my apologies
Came home tonight after the season ending baseball jamboree to news that our dear sweet friend is in the hospital fighting another infection and fighting for her life again. She has become part of our family this past year, caring for the boys, playing referee, chauffeur, chef, pet sitter, helping with homework, hurt feelings, little one's dramatic sports 'injuries' and generally being mom when I could not be there.
I am sick with worry and feeling a bit responsible for her condition sinc
I hate people games. If you wanted to torture me, just make me watch any one of the reality TV shows that are so popular these days. What a monumental waste of time and energy and life itself to participate in and perpetuate trivial, foolish, petty, insolent, tattling, back stabbing, behavior which results in everybody's emotional angst. It is scary to me that this has become entertainment. Don't people get enough of this stuff in their own personal everyday lives? Does it make people feel
Leave me alone. I can do it. I don't need any help.
Don't you tell me I can't do it or that I am not doing it or that you think I need help.
I will tell you that I can do it and I am doing it and that I am dong just fine without anyone's help.
(And I will be lying.)
But you can't tell me I need help. I will tell you, when I am ready, that I need help, and with what.
And it will once again kill off a little piece of me. Like a cancer eating away my dignity
Well, okay there's nothing (seriously) wrong with my brain and I have the MRI, and vascular studies to prove it now. So why the vertigo, dizziness, sudden extreme sleepiness and memory and concentration problems? And what was up with that throbbing pulsation in my neck and the pricklies in my left arm last Tuesday at work which sent me to a Seattle hospital for more testing all day Wednesday when I really wanted to be at my friend's Celebration of Life service? (How's that for a run-on sentence
Today Little One woke up at 5:00am hungry but couldn't do much with his oatmeal yet. His fever is gone! And it's raining! Never thought I'd be glad to see the rain but if it washes some of the pollen out of the air for awhile, I'll take it. I woke up myself the other day with a swollen face and bloodshot eyes. Speaking of waking up, I have discovered that if I take 800mg ibuprofen at night, I wake up much better. I am down to 4mg prednisone, so up goes the ibuprofen.
So, what to do tod
Two sick kids again. ARGH! Can we ever get healthy? This past weekend Big One complained of a sore throat, headache, stiff neck, aching back, had a temp of 102.5 and was hunched over a bowl in anticipation of vomiting. Somewhere in the far reaches of my memory, those particular symptoms rang a bell. Something I read.....meningitis? A quick web search said yep, get him to the doctor. A visit to the Express Care at the hospital confirmed strep throat. Antibiotics on the menu and I am to keep
Okay ladies, thanks for the belly laughs! No thanks for making me wet my pants. Dented bosoms and parking lot face plants?! The visuals you two have stirred up in my imagination will have me laughing for days. Bless you both for that. How I would love to share an evening and a bottle of wine with you two!
I have nothing to blog now. I just want to bask in the afterglow of endorphins and massage my cheeks back to their former selves. Oh, and change my pants.
Wow, would you look at that -- I am a blogger. A blogger for the International Scleroderma Network! (International!) My blog even has its very own (witty-ish) title and everything -- I think I might capitalize Blogger.
One might even go so far as to say that, I am a 'writer'. I write; therefore I am a writer. That is bold for me to say. I have always felt inhibited from actually referring to myself as'a writer. That term is reserved for published people who make a living from their w
There once were two bloggers with colds in their heads
People kept telling them that they should be in bed
"Whatever will my family do then?" they said
Whatever will your family do when you're dead?
For that's surely their fate if they kept running 'round
They were driving themselves right into the ground
That is not where their families want them to be found!
They need those bloggers with a body that's sound
So off to bed they did go that day
And in their beds they loved to stay
There goes the cork! I feel lousy. No, lousy would feel good. On the lousy scale of 1 - 10, I'm at about a 20. On top of the normal everyday lousy, I have been trying to hack up a lung for 2 weeks all the while trying to keep from peeing my pants with every cough. I also think my head might explode. After staying home with the boys for a week when they had the crud, now I have to continue on to work with my crud. I'm sure my fellow employees appreciate that. Oh, and it's that time of the
In reading Barb's blog, Green Fingers, I find myself suddenly experiencing greenhouse envy in sort of an "Ah Ha!" way. Greenhouse! Of course! I've got to get me one of those! Why, all these years, it has never occured to me that I could have one of those too? I do not know. Ten years ago, I started some flower seeds in the living room window, too poor to afford to buy plants. I loved the process but it was quite a pain not having the proper space or place to do the job. I ruined the woodw
If I had a magic wand I'd tap all the grumpy, uncaring, irresponsible, argumentative, disagreeable, negative people in the world and make them wear rose colored glasses. I have got to say that it boggles me how some people have made this their way of life. Might need a magic bat.
My son and I were crossing a parking lot in a cross walk when a car failed to stop and skidded on the wet pavement. (You might be thinking this is going to be about the driver - nope) I'm sure the driver saw us b
If you dream about exercise, does that count? I woke up this morning thinking I was all firm and fit and healthy. What a rude awakening! Then I noticed the headache. And its raining. Silver lining: It's not snowing!
My cat is trying to pet himself with the vacuum cleaner. My youngest is staring at me. "Why don't you pet your poor cat?"
"Nope, I'm busy."
Big One streaks through the house looking for clothes. He can't find any because they are all folded up in his dresser dr
Took Little One to the urgent care at the hospital tonight upon his second, "My ear hurts". This is the kid who holds the record for most ear infections as an infant. This is the kid whos ER doctor told me when he was 2 years old, "You know, ear infections will clear up on their own - you don't have to have antibiotics every time." Okay doctor, tell that to this screaming kid at 3 am! Anyway, I wasn't going to wait another day this time.
I'm still feeling guilty for not taking Big One in
April 10th, screening appointment for the study. I need to score less than 60% on my PFT for diffusion in order to qualify. My PFT a month ago was 58% so, we'll see.......
Been home all week with sick kid(s). Big One has a double ear infection and a sinus infection! I feel SO bad because in hindsight I should have taken him to the doctor sooner and I could have saved him at least a day or two of agony as well as maybe saved myself some time off work. I have no sick, or float days left
Been having some gastrointestinal and pulmonary issues that have been bothering me more in the head than in the lungs or gut. Makes me wonder what is going on in there. Of course I just had my 6 month check up and failed to mention the gut stuff. The shortness of breath which I did mention to my pulmonologist, didn't seem to phase him. It bothers me however, since I haven't had to deal with it for such a long time. Maybe it is just a flare? Maybe it is to do with my fall upon my ribs? The f
Good Sunday morning all,
Jammie Day. Catch up on housework and laundry day. Reload the weekly pill container day. Rainy Day. Procrastiblogging day! :) Wish I had a laptop so I could curl up in my recliner and blog away instead of sitting at this hard, cold, uncomfortable desk in the kitchen.
Basketball season comes to a close and Baseball tryouts are next Saturday. My favorite sport of the season. Not to brag, but my boys have been blessed with exceptional athletic abilities which mak
Short term goal: stay in my jammies all day. Long term goal: stay in my jammies all day every Sunday.
It's 2:30 pm and so far I have accomplished my short term goal. Even went out to breakfast in my jammies. Our local cafe gives customers 1/2 price breakfast if you show up in your jammies - but well that's once a year in February and it wasn't today, but I didn't care. And nobody else did either. I like that in a town. Of course my jammies are flannel pants and a tee shirt so I just blen
Little One is right. I work too much. Either that or there aren't enough hours in the days. I am constantly playing catch up, at home and at work and with sleep. How nice it would be to be able to stop the clock while I caught up on everything. But if I could do that, then why don't I just materialize a clone?
Why not for every hour we work, we get an hour of free time? Bliss time - time to do whatever we want to do, not what we need to do. In a perfect world... With my hours I would
Lesson #1: Just because the phone rings doesn't mean you have to answer it.....especially when you are asleep on the couch and jumping up to answer it means that half way across the livng room, your knee will give out and send all 190 (okay 200!) pounds of you flying at top speed into the wall and when you reach out to catch yourself on the window sill, your elbow will buckle leaving the telephone stand to break the rest of your fall onto your ribcage.
Lesson #2: Just because the base of y
My cat decided it was time to take down the holiday decorations - at 5am this morning. Then he serenaded me with my son's guitar. Why did I decide it was a good idea to get a cat?
We had a windstorm this week that blew my glass top patio table over and shattered it. I stood at the kitchen window and watched it happen. It was like slow motion. Nothing I could have done to stop it. Surprisingly, I wasn't all that upset about it. I'm sure I will be when summer comes and I'm eating out of
Family made it here for the holiday and we had a great time. One of my gifts to the boys was a bedroom makeover. I wrapped a paint tray and paint samples along with a note. Turned out that it ended up being a gift from my sister and dad. While I was at work Monday they did the whole thing for me. The boys had a great time. They ended up trading rooms and ever since they have kept their rooms immaculate!
Spent New Year's Eve at my sister's house. It was nice to get out of town for a cha
Today was doomed from the get go. Yet with each little, (medium and big) setback, I kept a positive attitude and kept telling myself, "It's just a bump in the road. Fix it, learn from it and don't let it ruin the whole day." Like water rolls off a duck's back, I let the day's mishaps and frustrations roll off of my back until the day was done. And then I took 10 minutes before I picked up the kids and sat in Betsy Big Rig and cried.
Okay, good to go for another round of life. Today was re
I have what's left of tonight and what little time I will have after work tomorrow to clean the house for dad's visit. There is a list as long as my arm of stuff to do. I will have to shave it down and prioritize it into a list as long as my pinky for the amount of time and energy I actually have to get anything done.
1. unclog master bathroom sink
2. clean master bathroom
3. reclean boys' bathroom
4. wash dishes
5. mop kitchen floor
6. clean out Betsy
7. make up bed for dad