You Slay Me, Lucia

Last night Baby Boy and I went to see Lucia di Lammermoor.  OOOhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmyyyyyyy Gooddddnnneeessssss it was sooooooo good.  If you have read here for any length of time, you will know that I am a true blue lover of all the arts, but opera is my absolute favorite and a personal passion.  

The first act started out kind of slowly and I could actually see Baby Boy wilting in his seat beside me.  He got up and took a brisk walk in the crisp night air during the first intermission and came back somewhat refreshed.  Fortunately, the action really picked up in Act II and I was no longer in jeopardy of losing him.  We were both thoroughly engrossed by Act III. 

In Act III there was a scene where Lucia comes on stage in a blood soaked wedding dress after killing her moments-ago-married husband, hallucinates, and then commits suicide (it's a tragedy). The soprano who played Lucia had a voice so pure and clear and sweet, it just about brought tears to my eyes.  You could actually see her losing her grip on reality and going insane right before your eyes on stage.  She then proceeded to die the most beautiful, disturbing, and agonizingly slow death ever to be performed.  She actually sang blood curdling screams in time with the score.  She was simply marvelous!  Baby Boy and I enthusiastically participated in her standing ovation.

Last night was amazing and just happens to be in extremely stark contrast to what I'm doing today - - taking my Mom to have her colonoscopy.  *SIGH*  Such is the life of the first born child.   

Oh, well.  At least I'll have something lovely to hum to myself in the waiting room.  If I get too bored, I now know how to convincingly go crazy for an audience. ;-) You never know when that skill will come in handy.

Have a FAN-TAB-U-LOUS weekend!
 

Until next time . . .

Click, Click, Click, Click . . . Nothing

For the past few weeks I've been having a "clicking" feeling and sound in my right thumb when I bend it.  It sort of sounded like it was popping in and out of socket every time I had to write, wash dishes, unlock a door, etc.  It didn't really hurt, but was noticeable and uncomfortable, so I let it ride.

Flash forward to a couple of weeks ago.  I woke up with a lot of pain and unable to bend my thumb at all.  It is literally stuck in a straight motion.  Even though I didn't injure it, I thought it was broken.  I called my regular doctor, who I really hate - he's always as ineffective as he can be - but he's cheap and we are part of the uninsured who have to pay cash for doctor's visits.  His nurse told me to go to the emergency room (!) to get an x-ray and call them back if it wasn't broken.  OK!

The emergency room doctor said my thumb isn't broken, but that I have De Quervain's Tenosynovitis, otherwise known as "trigger finger." I hate calling it that since I'm very anti-gun (but that's a whole different kind of post).  Hmmm . . . . maybe I have "Windex trigger finger," I do use a lot of  Windex. 

Anywho . . . basically it's a repetitive motion injury.  The ER doctor gave me a cortisone shot, some anti-inflammatory pills, some pain pills, and wrapped me in a splint while telling me to stop using my right hand for a couple of weeks. 

Flash-Flash-Forward to last week.  My injection has worn off, I'm out of all my medication, my hand is still hurting like Hades, so I have to go back to Dr. Good-for-Nothing and let him tell me to stop using my hand some more.  Which is exactly what he did.  He prescribed me another round of anti-inflammatory pills and told me to wrap my hand back up and continue to stop using it.

*SIGH*  I'm right handed.  I'm a student.  I'm a Mom.  I'm a wife.  It's very difficult to stop using my right hand.  I have homework to do.  I have ceramics projects to complete (photos forthcoming . . . I'm simply dreadful, LOL).   

So all that back story was basically to garner sympathy.  My hand hurts. A LOT!  I need to get things done and I can't hardly use my hand.  I spent over two hours yesterday messing around with some voice recognition software on my computer, and I can't figure out how to get it to work . . . so I'm pluck-typing.  It is not fun.  I normally type over 100 words per minute.  In one of my former lives, I used to be a word-for-word transcriber for the deaf and hard-of-hearing . . . Pluck-typing is not cutting it.  At all. 

OK, sorry, pity party over.  I think I'm going to be all right. 

The weather is lovely here, even though it's already hovering around 95 - 100 degrees.  But it's not over 100 yet, which, in Central Texas, is a good thing. Small victories, people.

Have a great weekend, Everyone!

Until next time . . .

But Wait . . .There's More . . . Medical Drama

 Baby Boy's surgery didn't go well yesterday.  Actually, it didn't go at all. 

We got him to the hospital at the crack of dawn and they checked us in.  Usually the doctor comes into our little sitting room and just goes over what he's going to do during the surgery and approximately how long it will take.  So, imagine my surprise when Dr. Trusted Specialist is not the doctor, but one of his assistants is.  An assistant I have never met.  A stranger.  *Insert hyperventilating face here*

I freak out just a little (That's on the outside, I freak out A LOT on the inside).  I find out that Dr. Trusted Specialist is on vacation.  *SIGH*  Dr. Semi-Capable Assistant explains that he can do the surgery and blah, blah, blah, and that it's an emergency so we can't wait for Dr. Trusted Specialist to get back into town. 

OK.  Mom #2 and I hesitantly agree. 

They sedate Baby Boy and take him back to the operating room.

Thirty minutes later, out comes Dr. Semi-Capable Assistant.  He can't do the surgery.  It's a lot more complicated than he thought it would be and we need wait for Dr. Trusted Specialist to get back into town. 

I am on the phone to Dr. Trusted Specialist's nurse faster than a locomotive!  She apologizes profusely and says she will call back when she can figure out what we are going to do.  We get discharged and go home. 

Later that evening Nurse Sorry-About-That calls me back to say that time is of the essence and we NEED to have the surgery done as soon as possible, but Dr. Trusted Specialist is out of town.  They are trying to get in touch with him and get him back into town ASAP.  (At this point, I feel very sorry for Dr. Trusted Specialist's family . . . I hate to crash their vacation) and to be ready for surgery at any time in the next day or two.  In other words . . . NO EATING for Baby Boy!

So what we ended up with is a very inconvenient and expensive nap for Baby Boy yesterday, PLUS  he missed class.  My classes are in the afternoon, so after we were discharged, Mom #2 went home to be with Baby Boy as he slept off the anesthesia, and I went on to class.  Color me distracted.    

We sit around in anticipation of more medical drama either today or tomorrow . . . maybe . . . maybe not. 

*SIGH* 

Keep thinking of us.  We need it.

Until next time . . .

Medical Drama

Baby Boy has a medical appliance that is a "permanent" part of his body, although it has to be replaced every year due to deterioration and wear and tear.  We were scheduled to get it replaced next week along with two other annual surgical procedures (we like to get as many things done at once to minimize exposure to anesthesia).  This is a very delicate balance that takes months to set up because we have to get several very busy specialists in one operating room at the same time.  Literally, every year after we are done, we start preparing for the following year's procedure. 

Anyway, somehow Baby Boy broke his appliance on campus yesterday, after hours, of course.  I spent a considerable amount of time talking to on-call nurses, lab techs, and doctors who know nothing about Baby Boy's medical history and his situation.  His doctor is highly specialized and the only one who does this procedure in this area.  In fact, Baby Boy was the first person in Texas and only the third person in the United States to have this procedure done, it's been a lifesaver, but it can be frustrating to only have one person to go to when we have complications. 

So right now I'm waiting frantically for a call back to see when we can have emergency surgery scheduled to fix this.  It's not an option to wait for next week.  It's a medical device that is used daily.  This probably means we'll still have another surgery next week for the other things that still have to be done, but probably can't be organized on such short notice.

I'm a little anxious today.  Actually, I'm a lot anxious, but I'm trying to pretend I'm only a little anxious. 

If you have a chance, please send some positive energy this way. 

Thanks!

Until next time . . .

Depression Hurts . . .

 . . . And so does my hip. :(

I got a little over excited playing Wii Just Dance 2. 

That darn Rhianna song on there really got me jamming and I threw out my hip. 

I'm so freaking depressed because it seems like every time I have try to have some physical fun with the family, I hurt myself. 

Mom #2 says it's because I'm too competitive and push myself too hard so I can win every single game.  I do admit that I am a tad bit competitive . . . but still . . . games are fun . . . but . . . winning games is AWESOME!!!

Y'all should see me gimping around campus with my backpack.  Considering I'm at least twice as old as everyone else there, that limp really adds to my old lady charm. I mean, seriously, geriatric much? 

*SIGH*  Never a dull moment over here at Dos Mamas.



Until next time . . .

Taken Aback!

My back hurts. A lot.

I can sit fairly comfortably, but standing and walking are pretty much out of the question.  It hurts.  

I've been hemming and hawing for the past few days trying to pretend it doesn't hurt, but . . . it hurts.

I can't really figure out why it hurts.  I wasn't doing anything rash like the last time I threw my back out.  In fact, Baby Boy and I have been doing a lot of nothing during our Winter Break from classes.  It's been heavenly.

Yesterday I decided to go to the doctor who sees the pathetically destitute and uninsured for same day appointments.  Mom #2 had to work, so I hobbled myself over there, tried to find a comfortable position to sit in with those nasty-hard-waiting-room-chairs, and then proceeded to further humiliate myself by not being able to follow the perky blond nurse very well as she skipped along in front of me to the doctor's office (you know, once she finally called my name.)

I did all of that so that the doctor could come into the examining room and in sixty seconds flat call me fat (which I am, but still . . . the nerve), tell me that since I had injured my own back (in 2008, on purpose, don't you know), that he is refusing to treat me.  He said that even though that was over two years ago, and I have had no incidents of back pain since then, this is now a chronic condition and can only be treated by a Pain Management Center.

Oh, and the pièce de résistance - he also mentioned that the only Pain Management Center that would even consider working within the financial terms I can afford is . . . [drum roll please] . . . about 100 miles away.

With the price of gas these days - AS IF!

So, in conclusion, my back hurts.

We'll just leave it at that for now. 

Until next time . . .

Is It That Time Again Already?

Well it appears I'll be starting off 2011 with a bang.

Yesterday my sister called and let me know that she's been getting letters and phone calls from bill collectors looking for my Mom.  Apparently Mom has fallen behind on paying some bills.  Why did my sister call me instead of Mom?  Because I'm Mom's payee for her disability benefits and I'm supposed to make sure she isn't mis-managing her funds.

Well, obviously I'm falling a little short on that job.  *insert shameful downcast eyes here*

I did get all of her finances in order when she got her own place (Did I tell y'all she's in her own place now?  It's a very recent development.)  and fixed her up on a working budget that left her plenty of extra spending money in addition to paying for all of her needs.  I tried to give her a little responsibility of her own so she wouldn't feel like I was sassing her.  Moms don't stand for sass here in the South, believe me.

She gets a nice disability check, plus my Dad, who's still very much in love with her even though they're divorced, gives her generous guilt money, please come back to me money, can you cook me dinner money, spousal support.  She is not impoverished in any way. 

I'm very concerned because little idiosyncrasies like this always creep up right before her schizo-affective disorder breaks out for another run.  Retail therapy has always been one of her pre-relapse symptoms.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a reprieve, but not holding my breath.

So this weekend, I have the unnatural and awkward task of going to Mom's house and auditing her finances to see where all of her money is going.   The hardest part is that she will not cooperate freely and it's going to be a painful power struggle, but it's a struggle I have to win.  I'm considering taking full responsibility for paying her bills and setting her up on an allowance instead of just trusting her to follow through on the budget I've created for her.  We're not talking about a senile old lady; Mom's in her mid-fifties and very strong willed.  So sad.   

Sometimes it's such a chore being the oldest child.   

Wish me luck!

Until next time . . .

Release

If there is pain in your past, you can talk about it today and release it today.  You may still think of it again, but perhaps the pain won't be as poignant as before.   Don't let past pain cripple your every new day.  Release.  

If there is anger and resentment in your heart, if someone has damaged you, forgive them.  You do not have to forget the damage, you do not have to accept that person as a part of your present life, but forgiveness is not for them, it is for you.  Please believe me when I say, your forgiveness is not to make them feel better, it makes you feel better.   Anger is a bitter drug and it will poison your entire life from the inside out.  Release.

If you have hurt someone in the past, please reach out to them.  They need to hear that you are aware you have hurt them and that you are sorry for the damage you have done.  Pretending that it did not happen is not equal to admitting guilt and asking forgiveness.  If they do not wish to speak to you, write a letter.  Once you have acknowledged the pain you have afflicted and asked for forgiveness, you have made the first and most important step.  The ball officially falls from your court.  Release.


I know this is heavy stuff during a time of happiness, gifts, and festivities, but I really hope that these thoughts can help someone today.  I hope to be able to provide a virtual gift.  The gift of emotional freedom!  Release yourself from the chains of negativity.  There is a lot of pain in the world and people have such a hard time dealing with it.  Something can happen in one instant and change the fabric of who you are for an eternity.

Please don't give anyone the power over you to derail your hopes, adventures, wishes, and dreams. 

Let 2011 be the year you Release.   

Until next time . . .

Caution . . . BUMPS Ahead!

We had a bit of a bump in our Spring Break plans because Baby Boy had to have an emergency surgery on Thursday.  All went well and he's recuperating like only a teenager can . . . fast and furious. 

Mom #2 had to sneak these photos of him once he came out of recovery and we were waiting for our discharge instructions.  Poor, Baby Boy.

He's too big for the hospital bed, LOL!  You can't tell from this photo, but his feet are hanging off the bottom.  For some reason that really made me laugh. 

Please keep him in your thoughts.  He had the dreaded H1N1 a couple of weeks ago and now this.  He's been having a big of a tough time lately, but hanging in there with a great attitude. 
 
Until next time . . .

Mental Madness

I need blog therapy today.  If you're not interested, please move on.    The sun will come out tomorrow . . . and all that jazz.

 
If I were a professional, real live, licensed psychiatrist, then I would definitely have front desk help to make sure my phones are always answered.  At the very least, I would have a professional answering service so that my mentally ill patients who are experiencing life-affecting side affects from their medications would have some recourse other than calling and hearing the phone ring off the hook for 2 weeks at a time with no answer.  

Mom has been seeing this . . . doctor . . . and I use this term very loosely . . . since her most recent hospital stay back in February.  I have never been overly impressed with him, but he seemed to at least acknowledge that Mom has a problem and needs lots of hand-on serious help, plus he didn't get overly perturbed when I bum-rushed her appointments to correct all the hallucinations she was representing as fact.  That was a small positive in my book.

What I didn't like was the fact that her appointments were only once a month and they only took about 5 minutes total and then he'd whip out his prescription pad and start laying on the drugs.  He seemed to be more interested in warehousing her than actually treating her.  Seriously, he'd ask her questions like "Are you having hallucinations?"  

WHAT??!!

Even the craziest patient knows the answer to that question.  Uh . . . "NO!"  If you answer that question incorrectly, the result is a one way ticket to the loony bin.  When he pulled that stunt with Mom, I was like . . . "Are you serious?  That's the best you've got for an out-patient interview?"  I mean, I've NEVER been to medical school and I'm sure I could have done a better job.  In fact, as the black sheep of my family, it's my job to get Mom to open up to me without upsetting her or making her overly suspicious, so I KNOW I can do a better job.  I DO a better job.  Regularly.  Have mercy!

I'm sorry I'm so prickly.  I was at the end of my rope yesterday.  Today, I let go.   

My mom is experiencing some frustrating side effects from her medications, which the doctor just increases every time she goes to see him without actually gauging how each increment will affect her.  She's been trying to contact him, but he won't return her calls.  She has an appointment later this month, but I'm not sure what little sanity she has will last that long.

I'm also just feeling sort of ambivalent about this entire situation surrounding my Mom.  She has been staying with my sister for a few months now, but she spends about 10 hours a day by herself because my sister works and my niece goes to school.  My sister has more room at her place because it's just her and my niece, we have Baby Boy and we have a classroom/office.  of course, we did give her full reign of the guest room, even moving in her own bed, desk, and as much of her personal furniture as we could fit in here to make her happy and literally gave her 100% free access to all things Two Moms', but she just wasn't happy here.  The thing is, she certainly isn't any healthier over there.  When she was living here, our life was SUCH a struggle and I admit I was pretty happy when she moved out.  She and I are very much alike to the point that I feel like a guest in my own home because I try very hard to be respectful of her as a woman and my Mother.  Plus, since Mom can't work right now . . . and refuses to get a hobby . . . or do any volunteer work . . . or leave the house except to buy fast food . . . we see her a little too much when she lives here.  It's hard to share your throne.  This is my throne.
 
*SIGH*

I'm digressing.  The bottom line is that this week we're firing her psychiatrist even though we're having a little trouble finding another one who is both currently accepting new patients and also accepts Mom's insurance.

So keep the Two Moms plus One Additional Mom clan in your thoughts today.   



Until next time . . .

We Have a New Roommate

It certainly seems that we moved into this bigger house just in the nick of time; Mom has been released into my care.


(Being the oldest certainly has it's privileges ;-).


We're delicately navigating the issues of her illness. The hospitalization calmed the situation, but definitely didn't eliminate it. We'll be attending weekly psychiatric as well as psychology appointments.

Mom is not to be left alone; she is not to drive; she is to have medication administered daily under close supervision.

Today we've had a pleasant day so far. Mom came along to our monthly homeschool bowling trip. She also watched Baby Boy do some fancy footwork in tae kwon do and then we took a nice leisurely walk around the block.

As much as I usually like being bossy, let me tell each and every one of you this in no uncertain terms: It is positively against the laws of nature for a woman in her 30's to be in an authoritative position over her 50-something year old Mom. I keep having to gather all of my gumption when I tell her that she cannot teach Sunday School or lead her Women's Ministry Group or jump into her car and go where she wants to go.

She has not accepted that she is sick, but I hope she will soon. I wouldn't have her any other place than here. This woman, no matter what her issues, gave me life. She is the reason I am the woman I am today, for better or for worse.


I just hope she gets better.


Until next time . . .

What Goes Up . . . Must Come Down :(

Guess where I've been all. day. long?

Having my Mom involuntarily committed for inpatient treatment at the mental hospital.

Tears, tears. tears. That's all.


Until next time . . .

Ultimate Illness

Today I'm missing Baby Boy's Ultimate game.


I don't like missing his games . . . his practices . . . his catching drills . . . his throwing drills . . . his running drills . . . his standing up . . . his sitting down . . . his snack eating . . . his talking . . . his breathing . . . his EVERYTHING!!!! I am the Number One Mom, I should be there.

But. I'm. Sick.


Something blew in last night and I woke up about 3 o'clock this morning in misery. Everything hurts: my eyes are burning, my nose is runny and stuffy depending on when you ask, my ears are hurting, my body is aching. I'm definitely sick.


I'm holding off on my determination as to whether I actually have a flu bug or if it's just cedar fever. The cedar has been pretty high for the past couple of days, so, if I'm lucky this could just last a day or two. I guess we'll see. I am highly allergic to cedar pollen, usually if I can get through January without getting sick, I'm home free.


Apparently I'm the butt of a little black-history-month-joke from the Universe. It bites.


I guess this all actually works out for the best. I had planned on taking next week off from schoolwork anyway. Baby Boy has to go to work during the daytime on Monday, so that day was already out. Mom #2 and I discussed tilling up the soon to be garden portion of the back yard on Tuesday so she can get started with the planting. The rest of the week has been slated out to clean the garage. So far we've been shuffling the stuff from one area of the garage to the other, but it really needs to be cleaned.


Now . . . I don't have to feel guilty because I don't want to do any of that stuff. Mom #2 and Baby Boy can handle it.


I want no part of it.


After all . . . I'm sick. Remember?



Until next time . . .

The Most AMAZING Christmas Gift EVER!!!

Over the past 6 or 7 months our family has been somewhat quietly enduring a crisis situation.


Baby Boy has several health conditions that affect his life daily; however, we do not dwell on the negative - we remain positive and encourage him and ourselves to live our lives to the fullest.

We've made several trips to the doctor's office, to various lab facilities and finally a couple of weeks ago, as you know, Baby Boy had to have a little bit of surgery. I guess I can tell you now, he had a series of three biopsies.


* * * I'll take this moment and just mention right here and now that I am the kind of parent who leaves . . . shall we say . . . an impression. For better or for worse, once medical staff has met me, I'm rarely forgotten. I'm not pushy or rude, just a tireless advocate for Baby Boy, if you know what I mean. I have an extremely strong Mama Bear complex. * * *


So . . . we've had to endure I don't know how many series of blood tests, another series of fairly invasive tests that Baby Boy won't let me tell you about, a probe test (don't ask), and finally the three biopsies. Every test was more stressful than the last AND we kept getting inconclusive results. It's been frustrating and somewhat paralyzing as we've just been sort of "marking time" in a daze waiting to hear some real results of all of this hard work.

Well . . . on Christmas Eve, while everyone else was at home with their families cooking and shopping and enjoying the hustle and bustle of the season, a very sweet nurse took time out of her day to give me a phone call.


These were her words:

"I was on my way home and we're going to be closed for a few days over the Christmas break, but I noticed that Baby Boy's results came back and I remembered how concerned you and Mom #2 were, so I thought I'd go ahead and call you. All of his biopsies came back crystal clear. He's fine. You don't need a follow up appointment. Come back in for a check-up in 6 months, and you don't have to put it on your calender, I'll give you a call. Have a Merry Christmas."


*SIGH*


It's finally over.


Merry Christmas!




Until next time . . .

Well Wishes Needed!

I'm extremely emotional today, because Baby Boy has to have surgery , so I'm going to keep it short and sweet.


This is how we got to this point:

• Routine blood work

• Interesting results

• More detailed and specific blood work
  

• Even more interesting results

• Extremely invasive and no-fun-at-all test

• The most interesting (and not in a good way) results to date

• Surgeon says "Well, Let's go in and take a look."
  

• This is where y'all start praying . . . . . . HARD!

It's supposed to be outpatient, and hopefully there will be no overly interesting results. I'll try to get back to update later - but no promises.


Thanks in advance!


Until next time . . .

Someone Please Tell . . .

. . . My Mom (who has this history as well as this history) that I was trying to be nice by letting Baby Boy spend the day with her, against my better judgment.

When I explicitly say that Baby Boy is to have NO bread, dairy, or eggs for one hour before and two hours after his medication . . . that is exactly what I mean.

Otherwise, Baby Boy will have an extremely violent reaction to the medication, be up writhing in pain all night, and then Mom #2, Baby Boy and I will have to spend 7 hours in the emergency room letting the doctors, medical students, and nurses practice all different sorts of sadistic treatments on him before sending us home with the following technical medical analysis:

You may want to hold off on taking that medication until you can talk to your primary care physician on Monday.

*SIGH* Where have all the grown-ups gone?


I hope you're having a better weekend than we are.


Until next time . . .

Temporary Reprieve

My surgery has been postponed.

Perhaps this is good; perhaps not. It depends on how I react to it. I'm thinking this may just be more days for me to get over anxious regarding this little procedure although I'm trying not to think about it at all. I guess we'll just have to stay tuned to see how gracefully I handle it, ;-).

Ordinarily this is where you'd find our weekly report, but I've been so busy taking lots of pain relieving drugs and antibiotics . . . that I can't think clearly enough to put one together today.

But in case you're wondering, by fantabulously wonderful son did manage to be available for every beck and call as well as get all of his assigned work done this week. I'm just too lazy to type up what all of that work entailed.


I'm taking a few days off . . . all this anxiety ridden waiting has really gotten the best of me.


Have a great weekend!


Until next time . . .

OK - Let Me Just Talk This Anxiety Out, Please.

I'm feeling better today.

Not perfect, but better than I have all week.

I think my antibiotics are finally starting to work on my abscess. It's a great big, pussy, disgusting abscess that is in my upper right wisdom tooth and pressing up against my sinus cavity. I have a fairly severe pain directly in my tooth as well as in my jawbone and in the front of my face above the sinus cavity. I'm also alternating darvocet and ibuprofen, with minimal results.

It's so funny because one day I was fine, then all of a sudden I wake up hurting so badly I couldn't talk or eat or sit or stand-up or lay down or be alive without hurting.

Why is it always so extreme? I have always had extreme health. I'm either totally healthy or I totally feel like I'm going to die. Why?

Mom #2 and Baby Boy have been taking very good care of me. It's great to have such a wonderful family. Mom #2 is making me her fabulous passed down from grandma homemade Mexican chicken soup. It's a rarity but has true-blue healing powers, which is good because I can use some true-blue healing right about now.

I have had to ditch my low-carb diet. I have the kind of stomach that likes to expel medications . . . so I have to eat very heavy foods like chili with cheese and peanut butter toast in order to keep my medications down. It's a weird thing. I don't know how to explain it. I'll probably try to get back on after Thanksgiving. I'm still 13 pounds down, though . . . many many more to go. *SIGH*

I'm starting to get a very nervous about Friday.

I've had one wisdom tooth removed surgically before. They used that "conscious sedation" method on me, which is basically when they give you a bunch of sleeping pills and then operate on you real fast before you wake up.

Apparently all of my deep dark dental fears came careening out of my mouth when I was under the influence of these drugs. I honestly don't remember any of this, but according to Mom #2, I told her right in front of the nurse that she had to "watch out for those people because they just want to rip us off" and I kept telling her to "cover up my legs so that perverted dentist doesn't look up my dress" and of course, to top it all off, I looked at the dentist right in the eyes and told him "Please don't rape me."

What the . . . ?

I guess you can say, I have an acute fear of dentists. Why would anyone want to be a dentist? I can't think of a worse job to have. I know they are necessary. Why is dental health care so expensive? I better let that question drop right here. I have much pent up aggression regarding the cost of dental care. This would not be the time to go into it. Perhaps after I pay the bill for having my tooth pulled; I'm sure that will give me the strength to get it all out.

OK. I'm officially rambling. That must mean I'm at the end.

Thanks for letting me talk this out with y'all. If you're of the praying persuasion, please do so . . . I'll also take all well-wishes, good vibes, ritualistic chants . . . whatever method your positive energy comes in - I'll take it.


I'm not picky.


Until next time . . .

On Friday . . .

. . . I'm having a terribly decayed, abscessed, infected, inflamed, battered and broken wisdom tooth surgically removed.

Until then . . . I'll be sitting in a dark corner crying my eyes out, popping Amoxicilin and Darvocet while trying to maintain my low carb diet and without ticking off Mom #2.

If you've ever seen or perhaps read in the newspapers about what happens to this family when I'm sick . . . you'll start praying now.


*SIGH*


Until next time . . .

Still #1 . . . After 5 LONG Weeks!

Woo Hoo! I'm Back!

I'd just like to announce that yesterday I played Wii Fit after 5, yes count them 5, long weeks of being off due to my back injury. I was pleasantly surprised, make that AMAZED, to see my hula hoop record still standing tall at number 1. That's why they call me Mom #1 - YES!


I did have to take it easy. I really did mostly the yoga stuff and some step
aerobics. I know you're wondering, so I guess I'll just tell you. I did hula
hoop a little bit, but I was so afraid that I would hurt my back again, that I
just barely swiveled my hips. I am way below my personal best, but right now just being able to make that delicious circular motion is heaven to me.


Hallelujah! I'm healed! Uh . . . you know in a very slow, painful, 5 week long
healing kind of way.


Lots going on with Baby Boy. I'm too selfish to stop playing around and post
about it right now, but I'll get to it later this week.



I hope you all are having a good one.



Until next time . . .