Saturday, April 2, 2011

Watch Out, Mia Hamm


Warm-Ups.  Lilli is second from right, Abbi is third.


Watch out, Mia, the Mueller Girls are ready to take over the soccer field!  Today was the first day of Pee-Wee Spring (Winter) Soccer.  And can you say COLD!  The girls were freezing, but they had a great time!  Lilli is in her second season with this coach, and stopped three goal attempts today!  She was so proud of herself.  Abigail is getting adjusted to the field and "big kid" soccer, but promising things are in her future.  Bring in some good weather, and we will have an enjoyable weekend activity!

Of course....I took pictures of all of it...
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Abbi kicking and Lilli...well...being Lilli



So ready to play!
 










Just a reminder that this....






Changes to this way too fast....less than 4 years.




Wednesday, March 30, 2011

They were wrong

I admire the medical profession.  They work hard.  They are WAY WAY smarter than I am or will ever hope to be.  And they can deal with blood.  That wins, hands down. 

However, a certain hospital, which rymes with Butheran Heneral, has now screwed me 2/2.  The first was about 2 months ago when we took Austin to the doctor with a fever and in pain, and they said it was a cold.  Follow up appointment the next morning with our regular peditrician, I mean less than 20 hours later, and it was really a major ear infection.  Ugg...

And now this one...see previous post about me nearly meeting our Maker.  Now fast forward two days where my headaches and chills are still not gone.  I don't want to pay for the ER again, so I decide to do the Walgreens Take Care Clinic.  The nurse runs down a list of my symptoms, same as the ER people did.  (it's like they were all trained the same or something.).  Then she runs down a list of tests they did.

Pretty Nurse:  Blood Work?
Me:  Yes, it was all fine
PN : Urine?
Me:  Yes, dehydrated, but fine
PN: Strep Test
Me:  Huh?
PN:  Did they do a strep test?
Me: No.
PN: No?
Me: (worried) No, I was pretty drugged, but I would have rememebered a giant q-tip in my throat.
PN:  You told them you had a fever, chills, headache, vomitting, sore throat, and they didn't do a culture?
Me: No.
PN:  (stares at me)

5 minutes later

PN:  Your test is postive
Me:  I've heard that one before  (FYI...she so didn't get that one...)

So...that makes 2/2 that Butheran Heneral has given the wrong diagnosis.  I wonder if they think because people are coming to the ER that it will automatically be something big and dramatic.  I will certainly make sure to note this on my survey.

PS  I really really do love medical people.  I am just slightly frustrated that twice now I have had to pay double for medical bills....

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

For the love of morphine

I seriously thought I was dying.  Dying.  My insides were being pulled out by through throat and my head was about to explode.  But I am tough, right?  I am the warrior who endured three C-sections, not even needing pain killers after leaving the hospital.  I was reduced to a sobbing big old cry baby begging for any type of drug that would make the pain go away......

It started on Sunday.  I woke up not feeling great, but having the day planned out, I wanted to keep to my schedule.  Breakfast, cleaning, lunch, baths, girls to the Children's Museum, dinner, then teaching.  Well, we made it to the Children's Museum, and then I crashed.  I could feel the flu coming on.  Didn't surprise me, Lilli had a small flu bug on Friday and she just wanted me to hold her.  Every breath she breathed on me, I knew the little germies where partying their way from her body to mine.  Monday morning Jim took the kids to school and I was left to be miserable without having anyone to take care of.  Then the vomiting started.  Gross, I know.  And the WORST pain EVER imaginable.  EVER.  Around 11:30 I called Jim to tell him to get his butt in the car and come get me to a doctor.  An IV, a dose of morphine, a dose of zofran, and a dose of dilaudid later and I could finally breath.  The doctor's first thoughts of a blockage were unfounded, and I was released to my bed and another day of relaxation.  I have managed to keep down 4 pieces of toast and a lot of ginger ale.  Both my work and personal e-mail are overflowing, and I don't really care.  I have about 5 episodes of old school Grey's Anatomy to watch, and a lot of time planned with my pillow....

Here's to a better tomorrow.....