Last night I was awake from 2-4am. I hate being awake in the night-especially during busy weeks like this one. AND it's the 3rd night in a row, on top of several previous nights of little sleep from being up for sickies. Anyway, that wasn't the point of this blog. The point was, while I've been awake I've had a lot of time to think. Now, I wouldn't say I'm a "worry-wort" or anything like that...but I do have my moments. Last night:...about the bridal shower I have coming up (I always stress about these things, and after they are done I always wonder why! Specifically this time-that I'll get what my family has and not be able to do it!) About Kaden's appointment with the ENT Specialist today...and while thinking about that Kaden would cough and I'd be reminded that his fever was still going strong and his Pediatrician told me if it went 48 more hours we needed to do more testing (we are now down to 6 hours...it's not looking hopeful!) and I just started to worry. I thought about the what-ifs. What if they want to do surgery right away... what if they can't do surgery til he's well (HE'S NEVER WELL!)...what if's about surgery...And then I would stop myself. I'd start praying (if you've been in contact with me within the last 6 months in anyway there's a good chance you got prayed for!) And it's kinda neat, God's brought several songs to my mind that I didn't even know I knew the words to! But all of that reminded me of one thing...
Matthew 6:25-34. Specifically vs 27 and 34 which read "Who of you by worry can add a single hour to his life?.....But seek first His kingdom and his righteousness..."
So many times we are told don't worry. It's wrong to worry. Just stop worrying. But how? By seeking Christ. It works. I'm here to tell you! And it's amazing how it doesn't just stop the worry...it reaps many more blessings and answered prayers. Because instead of wasting time worrying you are praying-thus having prayers to be answered! Or you're singing...and God gets to pop that song in your head that you never thought you knew (it's a blessing!) It's just so cool. The annoying thing is that the devil doesn't stop giving you something to worry about...so it's a constant battle.
This has been my constant challenge for about a year. When the gallbladder pain started and it felt like I was going to die-and no answers! Then surgery! Then tests on my heart and brain, then a lump removed-where we hoped it wasn't cancer and worried that it was. When Kate was tested for a problem with her bladder-which they had expected since I was 20 weeks pregnant. And now with all this sickness and facing yet another surgery-this time for Kaden and his tonsils. It's minor. But I tend to worry. He's my little boy-it's so hard not to! But I keep going back to these verses...
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
broke
I cried today. (a lot)
Right after I told my mother in law that I hate to cry and rarely do because my face breaks out into this mass of broken blood vessels and swollen eyes.
It doesn't really matter what I cried about or why. What I learned is that after the kind of stress I've been feeling..which several previous posts have given you glimpses of...sometimes you just gotta let it out.
On Tuesday the surgeon called to say that the lump wasn't cancer-or any other horrible thing- and this was the last "big" thing stressing me out. After the call I expected to feel this immediate relief from all things stress. This great weight lifted off my shoulder. A weight of stress that started in the beginning of November (really, earlier if I'm to be completely honest) and just built from what seemed like all sides. But I didn't feel it. I expected to have all this uncontrollable energy, boundless smiles, and carefree thoughts. When I got the call, yah, i smiled, and yah i was excited...but then I was just exhausted. I didn't feel any different.
Now, to be fair, not all the stress in my life was "bad" stress. Like the scrapbook and deadline. That was really fun to do, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. But, still stress. Some of the other stress of relationships (family and friends), illness/tests (for 3 out of 4 of us) and money were unavoidable, and bad stress. Still other parts of my stress level were avoidable and totally my own fault. I kept a lot to myself to "deal with" on my own. My fears, mostly. I prayed a lot and thought that should be enough. I even told myself that I shouldn't be stressed about it (mostly the medical) and to buck up. If I had it to do over again I would be more open to share-not just the facts-but the fears and feelings. Still not maybe with the whole world. but at least with my own family.
I've learned something about either myself or stress. I'm guessing both. If it takes 2 months to go up...it will probably take more than a few moments (or a phone call) to go back down. My expectations were, literally, quite rediculous. and I cracked. I think I cracked because on top of how I'd been feeling for 2 months, I felt like it should all be DONE now. I should be carefree and energetic. And when I wasn't, I wondered what was wrong-and my unmet expectations stopped me from "detoxing".
In the past, I've dealt with a lot of stress. This is definitely not the first time of my life I've felt a load of stress. (For example, when we graduated, moved to WY, had a baby, had $0 to our name, and didn't have a single friend in town....) I think the biggest difference is this stress affected my KIDS. And my family. Not just me. And on top of that most of it had potential to be life changing-in a bad way.
What I'm saying is- i learned a lot. I have grown a lot. and I needed a great big cry to get my attention. Now I can let myself detox in a healthy way.
And I CAN'T wait to get home and get back to "normal" life. And when I say that, don't get me wrong. My kids are still sick, and not everything's perfect back home. But, I do have a lot less on my mind than when we left home!
I just reread this blog-and it isn't saying what I mean at all. I think because I can't put it into words. So i keep starting a new paragraph to try again. I get it now though. That's all that matters. And I feel like now a great weight HAS been lifted...
Right after I told my mother in law that I hate to cry and rarely do because my face breaks out into this mass of broken blood vessels and swollen eyes.
It doesn't really matter what I cried about or why. What I learned is that after the kind of stress I've been feeling..which several previous posts have given you glimpses of...sometimes you just gotta let it out.
On Tuesday the surgeon called to say that the lump wasn't cancer-or any other horrible thing- and this was the last "big" thing stressing me out. After the call I expected to feel this immediate relief from all things stress. This great weight lifted off my shoulder. A weight of stress that started in the beginning of November (really, earlier if I'm to be completely honest) and just built from what seemed like all sides. But I didn't feel it. I expected to have all this uncontrollable energy, boundless smiles, and carefree thoughts. When I got the call, yah, i smiled, and yah i was excited...but then I was just exhausted. I didn't feel any different.
Now, to be fair, not all the stress in my life was "bad" stress. Like the scrapbook and deadline. That was really fun to do, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. But, still stress. Some of the other stress of relationships (family and friends), illness/tests (for 3 out of 4 of us) and money were unavoidable, and bad stress. Still other parts of my stress level were avoidable and totally my own fault. I kept a lot to myself to "deal with" on my own. My fears, mostly. I prayed a lot and thought that should be enough. I even told myself that I shouldn't be stressed about it (mostly the medical) and to buck up. If I had it to do over again I would be more open to share-not just the facts-but the fears and feelings. Still not maybe with the whole world. but at least with my own family.
I've learned something about either myself or stress. I'm guessing both. If it takes 2 months to go up...it will probably take more than a few moments (or a phone call) to go back down. My expectations were, literally, quite rediculous. and I cracked. I think I cracked because on top of how I'd been feeling for 2 months, I felt like it should all be DONE now. I should be carefree and energetic. And when I wasn't, I wondered what was wrong-and my unmet expectations stopped me from "detoxing".
In the past, I've dealt with a lot of stress. This is definitely not the first time of my life I've felt a load of stress. (For example, when we graduated, moved to WY, had a baby, had $0 to our name, and didn't have a single friend in town....) I think the biggest difference is this stress affected my KIDS. And my family. Not just me. And on top of that most of it had potential to be life changing-in a bad way.
What I'm saying is- i learned a lot. I have grown a lot. and I needed a great big cry to get my attention. Now I can let myself detox in a healthy way.
And I CAN'T wait to get home and get back to "normal" life. And when I say that, don't get me wrong. My kids are still sick, and not everything's perfect back home. But, I do have a lot less on my mind than when we left home!
I just reread this blog-and it isn't saying what I mean at all. I think because I can't put it into words. So i keep starting a new paragraph to try again. I get it now though. That's all that matters. And I feel like now a great weight HAS been lifted...
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Today I am having a lump removed from my shoulder area. The doctors are saying they don't think it's a high risk thing since it's not in the lymph nodes or breast, but the fact that after thinking he didn't want to take it out, to changing his mind RIGHT after feeling/seeing it makes me nervous. I'm nervous. It's not very easy for me to admit that normally. Lately, after so many doctors/tests/etc..I've gotten good at waiting for results. But it seems like the results keep getting more and more "iffy" and the waiting gets longer and longer. God has really been teaching me patience. But most of all He's been teaching me to trust. Not just Him either. Actually, through everything I feel like I've trusted God and His sovereignty easier than I've trusted doctor's and their tests. And more than I've trusted my friends/family with even the knowledge of what we've been facing. I talked to my brother who's here, and who watched my kids for the appointment this morning, and he didn't even know what my appointment was for. For all he knew it was just a yearly physical, or a sore throat....until someone asked him if I'd had my "surgery" yet. He thought they were asking about my gallbladder back in July. In fact, besides Luke's parents (which have only known for a day or 2) I don't know if any of his family knows, and my parents are the only ones in my family. After that discussion I started realizing that in uncertain circumstances it's important to trust in our almighty God....but there is a lot to be said for allowing people into my life to pray for me. Sure, I've let a few people know. a VERY few. and even they didn't know right away. I want to be someone who trusts God and people enough to share my struggles, even though it's hard to be transparent like that. Especially with my own family who would be more than happy to pray for me.
Also, I'll know the results next week sometime. I'll post as soon as I know, so you don't have to wonder if I have cancer!!!
Also, I'll know the results next week sometime. I'll post as soon as I know, so you don't have to wonder if I have cancer!!!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Boot Shopping
I took Kaden boot shopping today.
Just me, Kaden, and Kate. Oh...and that's a "me-without-my-coffee" version of me. Let's just say that's the last time we go boot shopping without a back-up adult.
Also, I didn't even KNOW that Walmart workers knew how to offer help...until today. THEY WOULDN"T STOP. I mean, seriously, Lady...my kid is running through your store and you are talking my ear off trying to convince me to buy him a $30 pair of boots? Since when did you work on commission? First. I would like to catch my kid. Second. I'm sweating like a crazy mama cuz I wore my (apparently very WARM) snowboots and a coat (Why didn't I realize boot shopping requires shorts and tennis shoes, even on the coldest of days?) Third. You realizing my kid ran off and then trying to WOO him back is only making matters worse-he thinks it's a hilarious scene. Fourth. I AM NOT PAYING $30 TO WALMART FOR BOOTS FOR A 2 YEAR OLD!!!! If I wanted to pay that much I'd go to Payless and at least get a second pair half price just to make myself feel better.
Moving On. Dear Kmart. Your store associates were slightly better. At least they tried to convince my 2 year old BOY to want a BOY pair of boots. Unfortunately, your store training needs improvement in that area. I think it may have actually convinced him that the Tinkerbell boots were the only ones allowed to touch his toes. At least they are blue Tinkerbells. Also, your associate may be the only stranger EVER to actually calm down my screaming Kate. For that, I am forever thankful. Lastly, I'd have appreciated it if the boots could have been on sale the TEENIEST bit. I mean your winter coats were 40% off. Was that just to make me feel bad that the boots were NOT. If the boots go on sale this Sunday I swear....
All in all, I learned some very important lessons. 1. NEVER EVER FORGET YOU COFFEE ON A MONDAY MORNING. 2. Boot shopping for a 2 year old is never a good idea alone. 3. Boot shopping with a 2 year old and no coffee is nearly fatal. 4. Just stay home on Mondays. Just stay home.
I know you are all dying to see his new boots. Luke says they're "gross." I don't know if I've ever heard Luke use that word before. So, here they are. They aren't as bad as they could be-let's all just keep that in mind.
Since we are on the subject of boots- I was told once that if you go boot shopping with a guy, you are destined for marriage. That was about 3 weeks before Luke asked me to go shopping for boots with him. I knew we were meant to be. (Thankfully, I knew that before, so I will never question it..but still.) Whatever girl is destined to boot shop with my boy---I pray for patience and lots of love.
Just me, Kaden, and Kate. Oh...and that's a "me-without-my-coffee" version of me. Let's just say that's the last time we go boot shopping without a back-up adult.
Also, I didn't even KNOW that Walmart workers knew how to offer help...until today. THEY WOULDN"T STOP. I mean, seriously, Lady...my kid is running through your store and you are talking my ear off trying to convince me to buy him a $30 pair of boots? Since when did you work on commission? First. I would like to catch my kid. Second. I'm sweating like a crazy mama cuz I wore my (apparently very WARM) snowboots and a coat (Why didn't I realize boot shopping requires shorts and tennis shoes, even on the coldest of days?) Third. You realizing my kid ran off and then trying to WOO him back is only making matters worse-he thinks it's a hilarious scene. Fourth. I AM NOT PAYING $30 TO WALMART FOR BOOTS FOR A 2 YEAR OLD!!!! If I wanted to pay that much I'd go to Payless and at least get a second pair half price just to make myself feel better.
Moving On. Dear Kmart. Your store associates were slightly better. At least they tried to convince my 2 year old BOY to want a BOY pair of boots. Unfortunately, your store training needs improvement in that area. I think it may have actually convinced him that the Tinkerbell boots were the only ones allowed to touch his toes. At least they are blue Tinkerbells. Also, your associate may be the only stranger EVER to actually calm down my screaming Kate. For that, I am forever thankful. Lastly, I'd have appreciated it if the boots could have been on sale the TEENIEST bit. I mean your winter coats were 40% off. Was that just to make me feel bad that the boots were NOT. If the boots go on sale this Sunday I swear....
All in all, I learned some very important lessons. 1. NEVER EVER FORGET YOU COFFEE ON A MONDAY MORNING. 2. Boot shopping for a 2 year old is never a good idea alone. 3. Boot shopping with a 2 year old and no coffee is nearly fatal. 4. Just stay home on Mondays. Just stay home.
I know you are all dying to see his new boots. Luke says they're "gross." I don't know if I've ever heard Luke use that word before. So, here they are. They aren't as bad as they could be-let's all just keep that in mind.
Since we are on the subject of boots- I was told once that if you go boot shopping with a guy, you are destined for marriage. That was about 3 weeks before Luke asked me to go shopping for boots with him. I knew we were meant to be. (Thankfully, I knew that before, so I will never question it..but still.) Whatever girl is destined to boot shop with my boy---I pray for patience and lots of love.
Monday, November 1, 2010
My Little Monster is Baaaaaaack!
Kaden's had a cough and runny nose for 9 weeks. I was just sure it was allergies, because he never had any other symptoms. He never complained of anything. He got more and more cuddly and laid back, but I figured anyone with allergies would feel more and more miserable the longer the season went. Finally he got to the point where I decided even if it is allergies I need to get him on some allergy meds to help him feel like a human being again.
(this is kaden "playing naptime" which he "played" a lot. Any excuse to lay down whithout actually going to bed, really.)
Instead the Dr. put him on antibiotics. And within 24 hours that child was back to running around our island, climbing on everything, using his voice excessively (I had forgotten how loud that boy is!) etc...
I feel like a bad mom. And I feel even worse as I think to myself (as he's climbing on Theresa's coffee table for the millionth time) "I think I liked him better sick."
Also, in the last 9 weeks he's been so laid back that I've hardly had to discipline him. I mean, you can't get them in trouble when they aren't doing it. So, I think he forgot the rules...which is why he was even climbing on the coffee table, putting the dog food in the water, etc...he forgot that rules aren't there just to be broken. Now I have to remind him. Unfortunately.
Theresa, thanks for putting up with him (and us!) today, and hopefully next time the coffee table will be more respected. OR i could bring a leash. Either way. I regress...
Now I know better than to wait 9 weeks. Maybe 3-4 is more reasonable. I don't want to be the mom who runs her kid to the doctor for every twitch, sneeze and itch. But, I don't want my kids to suffer longer than needed either. And Kaden is such a fun-loving little guy that he never complains!
I still think he may have some allergies, but am hoping this is really the cure.
(this is kaden "playing naptime" which he "played" a lot. Any excuse to lay down whithout actually going to bed, really.)
Instead the Dr. put him on antibiotics. And within 24 hours that child was back to running around our island, climbing on everything, using his voice excessively (I had forgotten how loud that boy is!) etc...
I feel like a bad mom. And I feel even worse as I think to myself (as he's climbing on Theresa's coffee table for the millionth time) "I think I liked him better sick."
Also, in the last 9 weeks he's been so laid back that I've hardly had to discipline him. I mean, you can't get them in trouble when they aren't doing it. So, I think he forgot the rules...which is why he was even climbing on the coffee table, putting the dog food in the water, etc...he forgot that rules aren't there just to be broken. Now I have to remind him. Unfortunately.
Theresa, thanks for putting up with him (and us!) today, and hopefully next time the coffee table will be more respected. OR i could bring a leash. Either way. I regress...
Now I know better than to wait 9 weeks. Maybe 3-4 is more reasonable. I don't want to be the mom who runs her kid to the doctor for every twitch, sneeze and itch. But, I don't want my kids to suffer longer than needed either. And Kaden is such a fun-loving little guy that he never complains!
I still think he may have some allergies, but am hoping this is really the cure.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Water Bottle
Rachel and I decided to make a trip to Rapid City while she was here...mostly for the good eatin' but also for some shopping (mostly me!) First store: Gordmans! Where they have this awesome TV area for kids. Rachel, Kaden, and Kate hung out there while I shopped...and finally got myself the promised "when I'm done being pregnant" pajama pants. You can see them in the back of the cart in the picture below. Kaden had decided that he needed to hold Kate and it was too cute to not take a picture! Kate didn't hate it the whole time...just by the time I got a picture of her face...hence the "happy" picture that avoids her upset face.
After Gordmans we realized I had not brought Kaden a sippy cup to use for the day. So, since we were going to Scheels anyway I figured I'd just get him a water bottle like Luke and I have. He's always swiping ours anyway. So I let him pick one. Much to NO ONE's surprise, he picked an orange one, and wanted to hold onto it from then on.
Next we went to lunch downtown to a place called the FireHouse Grill and Brewery- a favorite of Rachel's that she was wanting me to experience (definitely good if you're every in the Rapid City area!) I think she likes it mostly for the beer....mustard.
It was a busy day downtown with some kind of parades and construction all around. We managed to find a parking spot only about a block away and headed in. As we walked Kaden held to his new water bottle proudly. Then he dropped it. And it rolled into the street. No big deal...we'd send him to get it once it rolled to the curb. Except that the curb was a gutter drain...without a metal cover! It rolled right down into the ground about 6 feet down. I COULD SEE THE STUPID $12 water bottle that hadn't even been washed yet, much less used!!!! But I could not reach it.
What to do? I was sick. Would I go back and buy another one? Or would i just go find the cheapest sippy I could find and cut my losses? We got into the Firehouse and ordered and I just could not get that water bottle out of my head. So, I left Rachel with both kids...and headed back to my car to see if there was a clothes hanger I could try to snag it out with. No such luck. So, I looked to see if there was ANYTHING...and much to my surprise I found a tow rope with a nice little (ok, it's big) hook. I walked back to the hotel with a stupid little grin on my face...the thought going through my head was "I sure hope I can get it, and I wonder how dumb I will look...oh no! A car is in front of the drain!"
I didn't let that car stop me. I am sure I looked quite hilarious swining a tow rope down a gutter drain...but after only 2 tries i hooked the bottle and hoisted it up.
Then i walked dumbly with a huge grin on my face into the restaurant...with my huge tow rope and my newly saved water bottle. It was a happy moment.
(Here is a picture of where it rolled down the "drain."
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, I will say that I kept better hold of that bottle. When we got ready to leave we stopped at a convenience store to get some drinks and left Kaden in the car for a minute and when we got back out he was already asleep just like this:
It was a cute ending to a fun day.
After Gordmans we realized I had not brought Kaden a sippy cup to use for the day. So, since we were going to Scheels anyway I figured I'd just get him a water bottle like Luke and I have. He's always swiping ours anyway. So I let him pick one. Much to NO ONE's surprise, he picked an orange one, and wanted to hold onto it from then on.
Next we went to lunch downtown to a place called the FireHouse Grill and Brewery- a favorite of Rachel's that she was wanting me to experience (definitely good if you're every in the Rapid City area!) I think she likes it mostly for the beer....mustard.
It was a busy day downtown with some kind of parades and construction all around. We managed to find a parking spot only about a block away and headed in. As we walked Kaden held to his new water bottle proudly. Then he dropped it. And it rolled into the street. No big deal...we'd send him to get it once it rolled to the curb. Except that the curb was a gutter drain...without a metal cover! It rolled right down into the ground about 6 feet down. I COULD SEE THE STUPID $12 water bottle that hadn't even been washed yet, much less used!!!! But I could not reach it.
What to do? I was sick. Would I go back and buy another one? Or would i just go find the cheapest sippy I could find and cut my losses? We got into the Firehouse and ordered and I just could not get that water bottle out of my head. So, I left Rachel with both kids...and headed back to my car to see if there was a clothes hanger I could try to snag it out with. No such luck. So, I looked to see if there was ANYTHING...and much to my surprise I found a tow rope with a nice little (ok, it's big) hook. I walked back to the hotel with a stupid little grin on my face...the thought going through my head was "I sure hope I can get it, and I wonder how dumb I will look...oh no! A car is in front of the drain!"
I didn't let that car stop me. I am sure I looked quite hilarious swining a tow rope down a gutter drain...but after only 2 tries i hooked the bottle and hoisted it up.
Then i walked dumbly with a huge grin on my face into the restaurant...with my huge tow rope and my newly saved water bottle. It was a happy moment.
(Here is a picture of where it rolled down the "drain."
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, I will say that I kept better hold of that bottle. When we got ready to leave we stopped at a convenience store to get some drinks and left Kaden in the car for a minute and when we got back out he was already asleep just like this:
It was a cute ending to a fun day.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Guest Bathroom "Improvements"
This week has been quite eventful. For the past month or so we've been working on tearing off wallpaper, patching walls, texturing, and painting. In the process, we've had to move our fridge at least 9 zillion times. (At least.) Turns out, the LAST time we moved our fridge back into place we forgot to check to make sure it was All Systems Go.
Apparently, it was not.
Guest bathroom before:
Thankfully, Luke was in the guest bathroom about 4 days later and noticed a dripping sound. Earlier in the week I had noticed that it smelled wet, but kept trying to find out why to no avail. He was able to trace the dripping sound up to our refrigerator-specifically-the pipe that connects to our ice maker.
Fantastic.
In the process of trying to find out the extend of the damage the sheetrock on the bathroom side of the wall collapsed. Had we touched the other side (our downstairs family room side) it also would have collapsed.
Right now we have fans blowing, and the toilet out...hoping to have it "workable" (if you don't mind a whole in the sheetrock behind you) for our company who is coming on Thursday.
These mishaps never occur at "convenient" times, do they? We are just thanking God that the damage wasn't worse, there is no mold, and we found it in time to fix it ourselves. Also, about 18 months ago I had torn off all the wallpaper in hopes of painting, and that project got put on hold indefinitely. I am so thankful I hadn't painted/redecorated only to find this mess!
Also. We have decided that we may never have gotten back to the project that is the guest bath (for various reasons, mainly that it was done as horribly as the dining room, and who wants to face that? AND out of sight, out of mind, right?) This will encourage us to tackle that project. Unfortunately, our dining room is on hold as well. I'd truly love to finish that before we switch our attention!
So, this post has a label called "home improvement"...in realization that it gets worse before it gets better....
Guest Bathroom after:
Apparently, it was not.
Guest bathroom before:
Thankfully, Luke was in the guest bathroom about 4 days later and noticed a dripping sound. Earlier in the week I had noticed that it smelled wet, but kept trying to find out why to no avail. He was able to trace the dripping sound up to our refrigerator-specifically-the pipe that connects to our ice maker.
Fantastic.
In the process of trying to find out the extend of the damage the sheetrock on the bathroom side of the wall collapsed. Had we touched the other side (our downstairs family room side) it also would have collapsed.
Right now we have fans blowing, and the toilet out...hoping to have it "workable" (if you don't mind a whole in the sheetrock behind you) for our company who is coming on Thursday.
These mishaps never occur at "convenient" times, do they? We are just thanking God that the damage wasn't worse, there is no mold, and we found it in time to fix it ourselves. Also, about 18 months ago I had torn off all the wallpaper in hopes of painting, and that project got put on hold indefinitely. I am so thankful I hadn't painted/redecorated only to find this mess!
Also. We have decided that we may never have gotten back to the project that is the guest bath (for various reasons, mainly that it was done as horribly as the dining room, and who wants to face that? AND out of sight, out of mind, right?) This will encourage us to tackle that project. Unfortunately, our dining room is on hold as well. I'd truly love to finish that before we switch our attention!
So, this post has a label called "home improvement"...in realization that it gets worse before it gets better....
Guest Bathroom after:
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
One Week Post Surgery
Oh the things you can learn in just a week!
1) there is no way to explain the feeling of an absent organ. None.
2) 1/2 dose of vicodin does me WELL. Please, no one ever give me a full dose!
3) surgery restricts sleeping positions more than pregnancy does.(I know, I didn't think that was possible!)
4) a 2 year old can find a 3/8inch incision faster than anyone I know.
5) gallbladder removal does NOTHING to help weight loss. nothing.
6)being "unable" to lift over 10 pounds sometimes feels like being treated like a princess. (Honey, let me get that chair for you...etc...)
7) Breastfeeding after surgery-possible, but not recomended.
8) Being "unable" to lift over 10 pounds is sometimes the most frustrating thing ever. ("Are you SURE you should lift that?" every time I lift so much as a pencil.)
I am quite sure there is more. For now, I have other things on my mind to blog about.
1) there is no way to explain the feeling of an absent organ. None.
2) 1/2 dose of vicodin does me WELL. Please, no one ever give me a full dose!
3) surgery restricts sleeping positions more than pregnancy does.(I know, I didn't think that was possible!)
4) a 2 year old can find a 3/8inch incision faster than anyone I know.
5) gallbladder removal does NOTHING to help weight loss. nothing.
6)being "unable" to lift over 10 pounds sometimes feels like being treated like a princess. (Honey, let me get that chair for you...etc...)
7) Breastfeeding after surgery-possible, but not recomended.
8) Being "unable" to lift over 10 pounds is sometimes the most frustrating thing ever. ("Are you SURE you should lift that?" every time I lift so much as a pencil.)
I am quite sure there is more. For now, I have other things on my mind to blog about.
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