Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Still Not Sure.....

I'm still not sure I want to share this information with everyone.  I've had a very hard time processing things, and while I'm normally an open book about my life and medical issues, this one has been difficult to be open about.  For once I'm going to err on the side of not oversharing, and only share the bare minimum.

I'm having surgery tomorrow for a precancerous condition.  My surgery is being performed by a gynecologic oncologist.  But thankfully, as I've already mentioned, it's for something that the biopsies say are PRE-cancerous.  Doctor estimates I'll be out of work a week or so, but I suppose we shall wait and see just how much pain I'm in afterwards to determine that. 

You'd think that since this is precancerous, I'd be handling it better than I am.  I cried so bad when I found out the biopsy results in July I had to go home a little early from work.  I cried all that afternoon, and on and off all weekend.  I can't really explain it, I guess the fear of that dreaded C word, even when they said pre, got to me.  Hell, I'm emotional as hell now, writing about it.

I'm not much of a religious person, but I'm not afraid to ask for prayers.  Please pray for me, send positive vibes and juju and mojo and thoughts.  I sure need them.

Friday, August 25, 2017

What Would You Do?

I recently had a long conversation with an old friend, asking my thoughts on something going on in their life.

Friend has noticed that spouse is frequently texting, at all hours of the day and night.  Friend gets the phone bill and sees spouse is sending and receiving hundreds, even thousands of texts per month with one person.  Notices spouse is responding to this person's texts while at work, but not responding to Friend's messages during the same time period.  Spouse is also super protective of their phone, always grabbing it and putting it out of Friend's reach when they come near, even though Friend is not attempting to touch the phone.

Now to add to this, Friend drives spouse's vehicle and goes to use the GPS.  Finds unknown address in GPS.  Searches for address and finds it belongs to the person spouse is doing all the texting with.

What are your thoughts and how would you handle?

Sunday, July 30, 2017

I Am What I Am

I am what I am.  What's that you ask?  Turning into my mother.  Yes, you read that right, I'm turning into my mother when it comes to creepy crawlies and critters.  This has been going on for a few years, and the transformation is almost complete.  I did something today that my mother would have NEVER done.  But let me back up a day first - yesterday when Clydie and I took the pups out to potty in the backyard, Kita stopped at the screen door and sniffed and looked as if something was hiding back there.  Behind this door is the big plastic tub full of dog food, and there were about 5 empty dog food bags folded up and stored in the corner, with a bug zapper (unplugged) underneath all the bags.  I told Clydie that Kita was hunting, that she smelled something back there.  I tried to get Kita to move on, and told her I didn't want to hurt myself running away from whatever she might root out of the corner.  Clydie laughed at me, and then tried to prove to Kita there was nothing there.  She got the dust mop, and pulled one bag out at a time, poking at each bag as she went.  I stood in the doorway, watching, ready to slam the door closed and run into the house, leaving Clydie outside with whatever critter may be there, but alas, there was no critter.

Today, I go to run Kita out back, and she once again starts sniffing at the corner.  I decide to close the door so she has full access to poke around in the bags, and I proceed to remove one bag at a time, looking carefully as I moved each one (THIS is what my mother never would have done, she would have left this part up to Marion, and yes all of the empty bags were put on top of the bug zapper and left there after yesterday's exercise).  I noticed that there was shredded pieces of paper from the bags, meaning that something had been nesting in there or chewing up the bags to take pieces to a nest, and the hair just stood up on the back of my neck.  I start to lift the last bag, and I see a freaking RAT on the bug zapper, trying to hide himself.  I let out a scream that was so my mother, ran into the house and slammed the door, leaving Kita outside.  I had seen her lunge at the rat out of the corner of my eye, and then she was on the other corner of the porch before I could even tell Brian what had happened.  Brian was just standing in the living room, looking at me like WTF, and I was freaking out about the rat on the back porch.  He went out there, and Kita had killed it:

Needless to say, all the empty dog food bags are in the trash can now, and the area has been thoroughly swept.  Bags will be thrown away properly from now on, no more piling those suckers up!

And now to the relaxing part of my day today - I'm working on a bird bath made with flower pots, and I did some stenciling on it this afternoon:

               This is the lid that will be the water bowl - it turned out so much better than I had expected!

This is the base -  it will sit up on one end, with the water bowl lid glued to the top once we put the bird bath in place.

Our garden is really producing the roma tomatoes and rattlesnake green beans.  I think I've canned 10-12 quart jars of those beans alone this season!  Our cucumbers are doing okay, not nearly as many as last year, our yellow squash are done, and I think the zucchini are pretty close to being finished.  Our jalapeno peppers are doing very well, but our exotics are very slow to grow and produce this year. 

Well I should get to bed for tonight, I wanted to share my scare for the day, and my project I'm working on.  Have a great rest of the weekend!

Monday, July 3, 2017

The Right Way to......

My son, Steven, loves to pick on Brian about his height.  He'll make jokes directly to Brian, and that's really funny, but lately he's found a whole line of memes about "the right way to talk to short people".  Here's the first one that he posted a few weeks ago:

Brian of course warned him that paybacks would be hell, but alas, there was nothing done.  So the next meme posted was:

Steven almost sent Brian a message to tell him to bring a shopping cart home with him so they could have a chat, but I told him not to.  Brian messaged me to see if I'd seen this, and I had to go look and laugh.  Then came this one:

And the plotting for revenge by Brian began!  Lots of things have been discussed, but nothing has been carried out yet.  Other than some jalapeno juice rubbed on the rim of his tea glass at dinner Saturday night.  LOL

The final meme posted was more because it was funny, not because Steven wanted to pick on Brian anymore:

Once revenge has been obtained, I will share!  LOL

Saturday, June 24, 2017

A Little Blog Post from the Past

This post was from the last week of May 2007

 Steven fell at school on Wednesday and scraped his knee.  No big deal, right?  WRONG!!!!  You see, Steven has never gotten a scrape like this before--it's a little larger than the size of a quarter, and the 'road rash' covers an area about 2"x3" (yes I know, he's 11 years old, and he has had injuries before, including a broken wrist, but this was the worst scrape he's ever had).  So I go to pick him up from my grandmother's that afternoon and that's when I found out he was hurt.  I asked him if Meme had cleaned his wound yet and he got this fearful look on his face and said no.  I told him that he knew that it had to be done, and we could either do it at Meme's house, or do it at our house, but that I preferred to do it at Meme's house.

The reason I preferred doing it at her house was that I was hoping it would make him a little calmer, that he wouldn't be so fearful of getting it 'doctored' than he would be if it was just the 2 of us there.  Yes, he has this intense fear of having wounds cleaned and doctored for some reason, he's horribly afraid of pain and is afraid that the cleaning and application of Neosporin will be excessively painful. 

Well, I call my mom to tell her how my job interview that afternoon went, and to also let her know about Steven's knee injury, and my grandmother goes and gets the peroxide, Neosporin, cotton balls, q-tips and kleenex, and when she enters the living room, Steven immediately starts crying and freaking out, and my mom can hear him on the phone.  That's when my giggling began.  Mother and I thought it was funny that he would carry on like that, just seeing the stuff we were going to use to doctor his knee.

I finish talking to her and go in there, sitting on the footstool and propping his leg up on mine.  He starts begging me to leave him alone (mind you I haven't even done anything yet)--long story short it takes about 10 minutes before I'm able to finally pour the peroxide on the wound.  It sits there for all of about 3 seconds and he starts screaming bloody freakin murder like someone is chopping his leg off with no anesthesia.  My grandmother is fussing at him to hush, she couldn't believe he was screaming like that.  She actually told him to hush  his mouth before the neighbors called the police!  Then he wouldn't let me wipe the foam off, he had to do that himself. 

After that was done, I needed to put some Neosporin on it, but he wouldn't let me.  I got him to agree to let me "drop" it on there, so he held my hand about 2-3" above his knee, and I had to squirt the tube so that it would fall on the wound.  We got that taken care of, then went to leave.  He got up stiff-legged and I told him he better walk on it and bend it or it would get stiff and he would have problems walking. 

Some of you may think I am mean and cruel, but I couldn't help but laugh and/or giggle the entire time I'm trying to doctor this child.  I know it wasn't funny that he was hurt, or that he was so fearful over the whole thing, but something just kept me laughing and giggling uncontrollably.

We went to Walmart and Target and he insisted on getting the electric cart at both places.  I didn't mind so much, as long as it kept him happy and with me.  But it only got better once we got home and Marion (my step-dad) got ahold of him.

Marion starts picking at him at dinner time, asking him if he cried like a girl.  Of course Steven starts to weep a little, and Marion starts laughing, and my giggling and laughing starts up again.  Steven says that his New-nee (my mom) is going to ground us both from the tv, computer, and our cell phones, if we don't stop laughing and being mean to him.  Then Mom says something about I bet you're gonna have a hard time getting him the shower tonight, and of course Marion starts in on how the water is going to burn his knee like acid, and it will feel horrible and will feel like it's going to burn him down to the bone.  Steven ran over to me and grabbed me, sobbing and begging me to make Marion stop but all I could do was laugh.

I tried to get Mom in trouble for laughing too, but she of course said she was laughing at me and Marion--Marion was over there going "oh my god, stop, you're killing me" and I'm saying "stop making me laugh, my belly hurts" and was holding my stomach.  Steven said he believe his New-nee, that she wasn't laughing at him, only at us. 

Mom left the room, so Steven said something again about Mom was going to ground us, so Marion asked him what gave her the power to ground us, and Steven said 'because she's older than all of us so she has the power".  Marion counters with "yeah, that's why we're getting ready to put her in a nursing home so it doesn't matter".  Steven of course goes and runs to tell his New-nee what his Poppy said about her. 

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Funny Stuff!

I had my first MRI on Monday.  I kinda knew it was "the tube" thing and I wasn't aware that we have an open one at my hospital, so I didn't know to ask for that when I made the appointment.  I don't think I was in the tube 30 seconds and I started freaking out, almost screaming for the technician to get me out.  She suggested a washcloth over my eyes, and that we'd just try one short scan to start.  That helped a lot, and I finished it, but had to talk myself down from the panic that was slipping back every once in a while.  Thank goodness it only lasted about 20 minutes!  I still had a meltdown afterwards though.  That wasn't fun. :-(

I never had a clue that I was claustrophobic like that.  I knew that I have issues watching movies or TV programs where they're in caves, and have to go through some really tight spots - honestly, I just can't watch it, I have to change the channel, turn the sound off and turn my head, or leave the room during those kinds of scenes.  And reading about the really tiny tight spot that some people had to climb through to find some ancient humanoid skeletal remains, I had to skim over the parts about the actual cave exploration before I freaked out.  LOL  This girl will definitely be asking for the open MRI if she needs another one!

A few weeks ago I'm sitting at my desk at work and I hear this loud crash.  I look towards the door to the parking deck, figuring some silly person has tried to force their way into the door, but lo-and-behold - it was a DEER!!!  Yes, a small deer had rammed the door twice, then rammed the windows next to the door.  I ran outside to check on her, and she then proceeded to get on the roof of the basement (someone didn't have the gate latched), jumped off onto the awning next to the deck, broke through the awning and ran across the dock into the other parking deck.  Someone chased her up to the main level of the deck and she disappeared, I assume into the woodsy area by the walking trails.  Talk about excitement!

I'm going to have to start writing down all the funny stuff my family says, as we're way past due for an installment of "Funny Shit My Family Says".  I can't remember any of it at the moment, but hopefully I'll have enough to write a short blog in the near future.

I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday!!!  Hallelujah!!!!!  I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend, and please remember that Memorial Day is to honor and remember those that gave the ultimate sacrifice for their country.  Honor those still living daily, and on Veterans Day!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Catch Me Outside......

Yep, a play on those words by that idiotic teen girl that really needed her rear end busted and more time outs and restrictions when she was younger.  But mine has nothing to do with fighting, mine has to do with working in the yard.  I've got plans to get my garden planted this weekend, and I have almost everything that needs to be put in the ground, bought.  The only thing I'm missing are the mammoth jalapenos that I guess I'll have to go back to Wal-Mart to buy.  Today we picked up cucumbers, zucchini, straight-neck yellow squash, Roma tomatoes, jalapenos, cowhorn peppers, tabasco peppers, and 5 different kinds of bean seeds.  We already had some Brandywine tomato plants and habaneros, so that should about do it.

The exotic pepper seeds I received about 2 weeks ago still haven't sprouted.  I'm hoping they're not duds, or that we've done something wrong.  I really wanted to see the white scorpion peppers, and have those Carolina reapers and ghost peppers again.  We shall see.

I got my x-ray results on my back - I have some degeneration going on, and they want me to have an MRI and to see an ortho.  I guess I'll be scheduling that soon enough, as well as an appointment with the allergy specialist.  Hubby and I have been the doctor-goingist people this year for one thing or another!  And they've added yet another rx to my daily regimen - Vascepa.  I think that's glorified fish oil & Omega oils.  I'm already taking Zocor and 4 fish oil capsules a day, now I get to add 4 of the Vascepa capsules to it.  My cholesterol was actually good, but my bad cholesterol wasn't so great, and my triglycerides were a tad bit higher than 200 I think, and that's why they added the Vascepa.  Damn cholesterol stuff!

Well I think I'm going to take a nap, been out and about all morning and I'm beat!  I hope you all have a great weekend!