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....

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.....

Where did you learn to cook sushi?

I don't have many "virgin" voyages left....I have kids, been married, been on an airplane, been to a drag club, etc, etc....So about the only two that I have are skydiving and sushi.  Well, cross one more off the list!  After about a year of rescheduling dates, Marla and I have finally been able to find a date that worked!  Amen!  Throw in some Amy, Kim, and Emma, and it was one of the best three hour dinners I have ever had.

Marla picked this adorable new place in the city called Fin (so new it doesn't even have a website yet).  I think it sat all of 50 people, very intimate, and very fun!  The menu is HUGE and very overwhelming when you don't know half the words on it.  My guides for the evening suggested a milder roll to start with, and it was so yummy!  A Spicey California Roll...  My adventurous side got a hold of my, and before you can say Saki I was eating raw spicy tuna with garlic butter and something with soft-shell crab and avocado...The above is a brown rice vegan roll in a sweet something sauce.  $30 and 3 bottles of wine later (wine not consumed by me, but by three others who shall remain nameless)...we were stuffed and very happy.

Perhaps my two favorite parts of the evening:  The RUDE lady at the table next to us who made a snide comment about our table of 5 having three bottles of wine.  I thought Amy was going to jump at her when I told the table what happened. 

And then there was the balding little man at the chef's counter who was trying to be ultra cool about sitting right there...when he opened his mouth and said, "Where did you learn to cook sushi?"  Umm...hello?  You just lost all your cool points.  This, of course, turned into 20 minutes of entertainment for us..

Kim:  Did he just say what I think he said?

Me:  He did, how did you learn to cook sushi?

Kim:  Now that's funny.

Me:  That's so the next tag line for my blog.

(break-off into conversation with Marla about how I have a blog and how she missed the announcement)

Me:  I am writing this down so I remember tomorrow.

Kim:  You need to follow that up with, "It's raw, bitches."

Amy:  And then "At Taco Burrito King"

So funny...those girls crack me up.

So, another bucket list item done, and hearing to hoping it happens several more times!

Saki!

Because somedays it never ends...

Do you remember the song 9 - 5 by Dolly Parton?  She talks about how she wakes up in the morning and is go go go until she gets to finally fall asleep at night....I am that song today...

6AM wake-up with Austin who has a fever of 102 (again).  Figure out who gets to go to work today and who is staying home with him.. (Jim works 7-12, I work 1-8).  Jim leaves, Austin proceeds to scream for about 45 minutes.  I do everything I can to keep him quiet so that the girls will keep sleeping, issue is resolved by warming Mac and Cheese from yesterday.

8AM  All kids are awake and demanding different breakfasts.  Cold Cereal all around.  Today is not an eggs and sausage kind of morning.

8:15AM  Realize that the dog did not make the night without an accident, and that it has snaked its way throughout the grout in the kitchen, making a huge nasty mess.  Attempt to clean while Austin screams (again).

8:45AM  Nana arrives.  Amen.

9:45AM  Nana notices the toast still in the toaster that I had made 2 hours ago for myself.  I guess I forgot to eat.***

10:15AM  Nana and the girls are off to the library and McDonald's playland.  Amen, again.

10:45AM.  Austin takes his blanket and lays down on the floor, butt-in-air style.  This signals that he is ready for a nap.  Place in crib, manage to step on or knock into every toy as I try and sneak out of his room.  Doesn't that always happen.

11AM  Load of laundry in, dishes going in the dishwasher, time to watch America's Next Top Model.  Save your comments about this...it's my one guilty pleasure.

11:45AM  Austin is awake again, screaming, and I am counting the minutes until Jim gets home.  Also thankful that he has a 4:30 doctor's appointment today.  Pretty sure he has another ear infection.

12:25  Husband still not home, I am still not showered, and I am now not going to be at work by 1PM.  Trying to figure out where I can add hours into next week to make up time.

1PM Finally showered, dressed, and out the door.  Forgot deodorant, which will drive me crazy ALL day.

4:00PM  Decided that I needed a break after 2 1/2 hours of work, so now I am blogging.  I get to leave work at 8PM, hurry home to try and read a story to the girls before they go to sleep, and then start teaching...for at least 2 hours.  Sometime between all this, I HAVE to catch the episode of Grey's...

Bonus...the girls are on Spring Break all week and tomorrow is my day to stay at home!  Art Projects straight ahead!  The Sushi tomorrow night and Melting Pot on Saturday....reward for a week well worked.



***  I never forget to eat.  I mean NEVER.  I make fun of people who say they forget to eat.  If I had a choice between eating and just about anything else, I would eat.  It was just that bad this morning....

Do you ever...

Do you ever go into the kitchen with every intention of just getting a glass of water (Diet Coke) and see the cupcakes (that you put away) sitting out tempting you (from behind the dark microwave door) and so you debate (yell at yourself) about having one (or three) and then you give in and feel bad (completely satisfied).  Nope...me neither...

Am I Cheating?

Hmm...great question.  Am I cheating by having a blog for Lent instead of using Facebook?  Does one equal the other?

Merriam-Webster defines cheating as the following:

¹cheat

verb \ˈchēt\

Definition of CHEAT

transitive verb

1

: to deprive of something valuable by the use of deceit or fraud

2

: to influence or lead by deceit, trick, or artifice

3

: to elude or thwart by or as if by outwitting <cheat death>

So,no, I am not cheating. I am simply finding an alternative creative outlet for the thoughts that I have.  Those who remember me from high school/college....I was a pretty social (aka attention seeking) person.  I crave interaction.  I like conversation.  I have year of report cards that prove I have a constant need to talk to those around me.  When I picked giving up Facebook for Lent, I didn't realize that it would include such a feeling of isolation.  It's like when you have a brand new, I mean super fresh, baby in the middle of winter and all you want to do is show that baby to people.  But you know you can't, you have to stay inside because it's too cold and there are germs everywhere.  You feel cooped up, stuck.  You have to look for other outlets to get interaction.  And really, this blog is not even interacting.  It's me, writing down my thoughts, and wondering who the 52 people are who have looked at this blog in the past 24 hours.

I cheat on my diet.  I have cheated on tests.  But I am not cheating on my Lenten promise.

The room that puked up Princesses

It's done.  The Princess Bedroom is complete.  One weekend of full on frustration and confusion.  The girls are currently refusing to sleep, way too excited about the bunk beds.  I think that will work in my favor as they are on spring break...the longer they sleep in tomorrow, the longer I sleep in tomorrow.  WIN.

Reading Nook



Lilli is way more excited than she looks... promise.