We are frantically getting closer to Hershey Park. We leave this Thursday!
Of course I made a packing list for all three of us. Anal? Sure.
Of course, Pro is sick. So is Girl. She started sniffling last night. She has that sick, rosy cheek face that she always gets and her nose is all stuffed up.
Now she really sounds like The Nanny...
Great.
Of course, I'm going to Hershey with or with out without them, s'all I'm saying!
Girl is still trying to stay dry at night, but her days are rockin!
Her teacher came over yesterday to meet with her, one on one before school starts. She was so excited. She chatted that poor lady's ear off...Pro offered her a stiff drink when she was done.
The teacher was impressed that Girl new a lot about a lot of different things...Made us proud!
And Girl is really excited for school to start. What a milestone!!!
Smart chicken!
Hopefully, our trip will be as uneventful as I hope, and our amusement park adventure will be exciting and fun!!!
If not, I'll have so much to blog about!
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Happy Summer?
So, how important is your uterine wall anyways?
'Cause according to my multitude of sonograms today...mine is "extremely thick"...
And what are polyps and how do they go away?
Oh, and whodathunk that it was difficult to pee....Lordy.
Ah, childbirth.
Damn you Google!
Still feel like crap. Testing to be determined???
Oh, and Happy Summer.
'Cause according to my multitude of sonograms today...mine is "extremely thick"...
And what are polyps and how do they go away?
Oh, and whodathunk that it was difficult to pee....Lordy.
Ah, childbirth.
Damn you Google!
Still feel like crap. Testing to be determined???
Oh, and Happy Summer.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
This is your brain...with PMS
I lost my bra. Period.
I can't seem to find it. I took it off last night before bed. I can't remember where I put it. Harumph.
I wanted to put it in the hamper. Not there. Not back in my drawer. Not on my end table beside my bed. Not in my bathroom where I took it off in the first place. I just don't know.
This is very strange...but I did do this once, so it's not all that strange if you think about it.
Oh well...good thing I have a few more to lose, um, I mean use.
I can't seem to find it. I took it off last night before bed. I can't remember where I put it. Harumph.
I wanted to put it in the hamper. Not there. Not back in my drawer. Not on my end table beside my bed. Not in my bathroom where I took it off in the first place. I just don't know.
This is very strange...but I did do this once, so it's not all that strange if you think about it.
Oh well...good thing I have a few more to lose, um, I mean use.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Saucy Chicken with a side of Buggie Poop...
Saucy Chicken:
Wow. This 'cold' seems to have brought on some new saucyness to Fa's attitude today. She is just so outgoing and talkative today...What has come over her? She has begun to start acting more like a three year old than a two year old. How did this happen? Literally, overnight.
I know when she is sick I give her a little more leeway with certain things. Like, ok-pretzels for breakfast, as long as she's drinking water it's okay...But now she has begun to catch on and take advantage just a teeny weeny bit. "I want my water in the big girl cup, not this one." or "Pretzels will make me feel better, then I'll drink my water." Um, what? Who are you and what did you do to my easy-going FaFa? How did you 'get it'? Are you on to my white lies that always worked to make you do things easier now? Do I hafta start disciplining like you are a real kid? I like making up stories like 'the pretzel fairy ate the last of the pretzels so you hafta eat chicken or she'll be sad.' Even though there's a full bag in the pantry.
She got sick last night in the middle of the night. I think she was full of mucous and couldn't get rid of it, so she threw up. We woke up just in time to get her to her door and the bathroom; vomit on everything in between, including her and myself...at midnight. Would you believe, after the crying and the fear, she calmed down and demanded books to be read to her.
"Now, Mommy, I think I want to read these now!"
"Uhm- how 'bout bedtime?"
"No, read these, they'll make me feel better, then nee no."
"Yes, boss!"
I hafta call Fa's doctor today to bring her in for a check up. Even though she has a well-baby on Thursday. I just wanna make sure everything's A-OK.
A Side of Buggy Poop:
Good news and bad news on the Pup-front.
Bad news: The dog STILL has buggies AND roundworm. Great. Once again, he's on meds for the bugs. A stronger dosage this time around and the roundworm was treated in the office. I just love this pup.
Good News: We love our new vet and he fully vaccinated the pup. He's ready to meet the world. We junked the wee wee pads and we lock him in his crate when we can't feed him, walk him, train him or play with him; according to the new God/Vet's recommendations.
We'll see now how that goes. I have been up most of the night so, I am not happy.
Wow. This 'cold' seems to have brought on some new saucyness to Fa's attitude today. She is just so outgoing and talkative today...What has come over her? She has begun to start acting more like a three year old than a two year old. How did this happen? Literally, overnight.
I know when she is sick I give her a little more leeway with certain things. Like, ok-pretzels for breakfast, as long as she's drinking water it's okay...But now she has begun to catch on and take advantage just a teeny weeny bit. "I want my water in the big girl cup, not this one." or "Pretzels will make me feel better, then I'll drink my water." Um, what? Who are you and what did you do to my easy-going FaFa? How did you 'get it'? Are you on to my white lies that always worked to make you do things easier now? Do I hafta start disciplining like you are a real kid? I like making up stories like 'the pretzel fairy ate the last of the pretzels so you hafta eat chicken or she'll be sad.' Even though there's a full bag in the pantry.
She got sick last night in the middle of the night. I think she was full of mucous and couldn't get rid of it, so she threw up. We woke up just in time to get her to her door and the bathroom; vomit on everything in between, including her and myself...at midnight. Would you believe, after the crying and the fear, she calmed down and demanded books to be read to her.
"Now, Mommy, I think I want to read these now!"
"Uhm- how 'bout bedtime?"
"No, read these, they'll make me feel better, then nee no."
"Yes, boss!"
I hafta call Fa's doctor today to bring her in for a check up. Even though she has a well-baby on Thursday. I just wanna make sure everything's A-OK.
A Side of Buggy Poop:
Good news and bad news on the Pup-front.
Bad news: The dog STILL has buggies AND roundworm. Great. Once again, he's on meds for the bugs. A stronger dosage this time around and the roundworm was treated in the office. I just love this pup.
Good News: We love our new vet and he fully vaccinated the pup. He's ready to meet the world. We junked the wee wee pads and we lock him in his crate when we can't feed him, walk him, train him or play with him; according to the new God/Vet's recommendations.
We'll see now how that goes. I have been up most of the night so, I am not happy.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Unda 18
No, that's not how old I wish I was again. (I'd never do that again, even for a Billion Dooooollaaaaars...pinky to mouth)
That is a drainage therapy that I have started as of yesterday. I went back to the chiropractor/homeopathic therapist yesterday and she said my whole body is "out of whack". Literally.
She has begun the process of adjusting my spine back to normal again (I am quite crooked) and she started me on the detoxing treatments. I also have a very restricted diet to remove all possibilities of anything adding toxins to my body. I can only eat the foods that she tested on me that don't irritate my body right down to the cellular level. I have been surviving on these foods ...an issue, but they are making me feel crummy so I guess, I'll just hafta adjust. Today, I can not have coffee..(I plan on having one cup at breakfast or I WILL DIE), no vegetables at all or any root veggie, no wheat, oats, rye, (any carb...ugh), dairy and hardly any fruit.
On the positive side, I can eat:
I have also explained to her that I am thinking of going back to antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds but I wanted to try something homeopathic first. That is her specialty. So, she is starting this with me as well as chiropractic and physical therapy. N.E.T is very new to me, so I am very interested in its healing properties. I hope this works. I guess, just being excited about something is a first step, huh? It is quite an interesting process. I'm still learning about it as the treatments continue.
I know initially, I am going to feel like I am detoxing drugs out of my system. I am already starting to have withdrawals. Seriously. It feels like you are getting sick, before you actually start to feel great. I've done the detox thing before and it sucks big beans during the initial stages but once you are clean, you can even see better. It is amazing. I am looking forward to that. At least I know this crappy feeling only lasts a few days, until the hurtful shit it out of your system. The good feeling lasts a whole lot longer. The last time I detoxed was over a year ago, and now I'm doing it again. That's a pretty long time. For me, anyway.
So wish me luck. I am already starting to crave caffeine...Starbucks? Shit, no.
That is a drainage therapy that I have started as of yesterday. I went back to the chiropractor/homeopathic therapist yesterday and she said my whole body is "out of whack". Literally.
She has begun the process of adjusting my spine back to normal again (I am quite crooked) and she started me on the detoxing treatments. I also have a very restricted diet to remove all possibilities of anything adding toxins to my body. I can only eat the foods that she tested on me that don't irritate my body right down to the cellular level. I have been surviving on these foods ...an issue, but they are making me feel crummy so I guess, I'll just hafta adjust. Today, I can not have coffee..(I plan on having one cup at breakfast or I WILL DIE), no vegetables at all or any root veggie, no wheat, oats, rye, (any carb...ugh), dairy and hardly any fruit.
On the positive side, I can eat:
- water
- blueberries
- chicken
- turkey
- all rice products
- any beans including green beans
- sweet potato (yay, love those)
- eggs
- UNDA 18
I have also explained to her that I am thinking of going back to antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds but I wanted to try something homeopathic first. That is her specialty. So, she is starting this with me as well as chiropractic and physical therapy. N.E.T is very new to me, so I am very interested in its healing properties. I hope this works. I guess, just being excited about something is a first step, huh? It is quite an interesting process. I'm still learning about it as the treatments continue.
I know initially, I am going to feel like I am detoxing drugs out of my system. I am already starting to have withdrawals. Seriously. It feels like you are getting sick, before you actually start to feel great. I've done the detox thing before and it sucks big beans during the initial stages but once you are clean, you can even see better. It is amazing. I am looking forward to that. At least I know this crappy feeling only lasts a few days, until the hurtful shit it out of your system. The good feeling lasts a whole lot longer. The last time I detoxed was over a year ago, and now I'm doing it again. That's a pretty long time. For me, anyway.
So wish me luck. I am already starting to crave caffeine...Starbucks? Shit, no.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
More Bugs in the System
I can't even stand it anymore.
We have moths.
You know the ones, they start out as larvae in food and junk. "Pantry Pests".
Little grey moths that have been flying through this house even before we moved into it.
It's like a horror movie:
We buy this great new home and it is infested with ghosts...um, moths.
(soft whisper) "Get Out!"
The family that lived here prior, were dirty animals. They left this place a mess. We had to hire a real cleaning crew to come in the middle of the night and do a 'clean sweep'...Literally, they came at midnight because it was such a big job.
Well, we didn't get rid of the flying fiends. Despite all of our concerted efforts. We have failed. They are still infesting our space. I am so surrounded by pests, and I can't escape. Help.
So, I am in my pantry yesterday afternoon, looking for a yummy snack. I hit the tub with chocolate and granola in it and...BAM...Little white larvae crawling around inside the tub. How the fuck to they get in there? I didn't even hafta open it, it was see-through. I saw them all. Crawling around like they own the place...Ughhhh I'm so farkin' itchy right now.
The moths fly freely throughout the house and we kill them left and right. But it never seems to work. Well, poor BD hadta come home from work last night and vacuum all the little holes inside the "cabinests" (you know where you hang the shelves from). They were building nests inside of them and hatching. Ugh. I really just can't take it. I had to take Fa out because she is terrified of the vacuum. She'd have a heart attack if she saw what BD was doin' last night. So we had to stay out of the house for two whole hours. Yes, you read that right. It took BD two hours to vacuum each and every frickin' hole in the "cabinests"...Now let's see if BD got the little bastards.
To top it all off...My toilet is overflowed (yet again) this morning. I dunno why it only happens to me? I swear, I didn't even use it like that....I just threw some toilet paper in for fuck's sake. I purposely didn't 'go' in it because it always overflows on me. And I just had a feeling. Now, I have towels surrounding the overflowing commode. Now what?
Can I get a 'do over' on the past 3 days or so?
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Updated to add:
My morning so far: (a replay of the last hour)
We have moths.
You know the ones, they start out as larvae in food and junk. "Pantry Pests".
Little grey moths that have been flying through this house even before we moved into it.
It's like a horror movie:
We buy this great new home and it is infested with ghosts...um, moths.
(soft whisper) "Get Out!"
The family that lived here prior, were dirty animals. They left this place a mess. We had to hire a real cleaning crew to come in the middle of the night and do a 'clean sweep'...Literally, they came at midnight because it was such a big job.
Well, we didn't get rid of the flying fiends. Despite all of our concerted efforts. We have failed. They are still infesting our space. I am so surrounded by pests, and I can't escape. Help.
So, I am in my pantry yesterday afternoon, looking for a yummy snack. I hit the tub with chocolate and granola in it and...BAM...Little white larvae crawling around inside the tub. How the fuck to they get in there? I didn't even hafta open it, it was see-through. I saw them all. Crawling around like they own the place...Ughhhh I'm so farkin' itchy right now.
The moths fly freely throughout the house and we kill them left and right. But it never seems to work. Well, poor BD hadta come home from work last night and vacuum all the little holes inside the "cabinests" (you know where you hang the shelves from). They were building nests inside of them and hatching. Ugh. I really just can't take it. I had to take Fa out because she is terrified of the vacuum. She'd have a heart attack if she saw what BD was doin' last night. So we had to stay out of the house for two whole hours. Yes, you read that right. It took BD two hours to vacuum each and every frickin' hole in the "cabinests"...Now let's see if BD got the little bastards.
To top it all off...My toilet is overflowed (yet again) this morning. I dunno why it only happens to me? I swear, I didn't even use it like that....I just threw some toilet paper in for fuck's sake. I purposely didn't 'go' in it because it always overflows on me. And I just had a feeling. Now, I have towels surrounding the overflowing commode. Now what?
Can I get a 'do over' on the past 3 days or so?
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Updated to add:
My morning so far: (a replay of the last hour)
- wake up with Aunt Flo
- shower and stop up the toilet
- watch said toilet overflow onto the tiles
- lay towels
- blog
- cry
- clean toilet and bathroom floor
- clean crate overflowing with RT Pee
- pick up RT poop before he eats it
- cry
- throw towels covered in toilet juice in wash
- blog/cry simultaneously
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
Bugger!
Ugh. I know I keep saying that I'm not gonna talk about this farkin' dawg. But he STILL has those buggies in his poop.
I am so grossed out, I could spit.
To top it all off...I sent in a sample of the infected shit on June 27th...go ahead...do the math. That's 12 days...no call from the vet to tell me his poop is being invaded. I had to go there for vaccines for them to finally open this dawgs files to discover his infestation. I'm disgusted. They had his medicine in the office waiting for me to pick it up. How could I pick it up if I didn't know I needed it in the first place? Why didn't they call me after 5 days to ask why I haven't picked up the meds? Didn't it occur to them that after 12 days of the meds sitting on the counter, maybe I need to get phone call?
Then, THEN. I tell the vet that I have a two and a half year old in my house and this full-of-shit dawg dances all over his poop after he shits and before he eats it. She almost gagged herself. Then...THEN....she tells me: "Well, if your daughter has diarrhea or vomiting...call the pediatrician." Thanks you fucking genius.
So the moral of my story. Find another vet. NOW!
I am so grossed out, I could spit.
To top it all off...I sent in a sample of the infected shit on June 27th...go ahead...do the math. That's 12 days...no call from the vet to tell me his poop is being invaded. I had to go there for vaccines for them to finally open this dawgs files to discover his infestation. I'm disgusted. They had his medicine in the office waiting for me to pick it up. How could I pick it up if I didn't know I needed it in the first place? Why didn't they call me after 5 days to ask why I haven't picked up the meds? Didn't it occur to them that after 12 days of the meds sitting on the counter, maybe I need to get phone call?
Then, THEN. I tell the vet that I have a two and a half year old in my house and this full-of-shit dawg dances all over his poop after he shits and before he eats it. She almost gagged herself. Then...THEN....she tells me: "Well, if your daughter has diarrhea or vomiting...call the pediatrician." Thanks you fucking genius.
So the moral of my story. Find another vet. NOW!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Mytralvalve Prolapse....
So now this is what I have...UGH....I'm so confused!!!!
Went to the new cardiologist yesterday. Dr. G was wonderul. Funny and sweet and very nice to me. He told me that the jerkoff who I was seeing first was the #1 Cardiologist in NY. I told him, I don't give a shit his staff sucks. I'm here because someone recommends him and I trust that someone.
He says he hears a 'click' not a 'rub'. The 'click' is the extra beat in my heart..The cause for the palpitations, I guess...I am going for an echocardiogram in a few weeks. I hope they find nothing. But then again, I hope they can tell me why I still have chest pains, shortness of breath, heavyness in my chest and palpitations. I am truly a mess. And if indeed it is Mytralvalve Prolapse, if I have a murmor, the only way it effects me is I'll hafta take antiboitics when I get dental work. He made it sound so simple, but I truly believe there is a scarier reason for the antibiotics during dental work! I'm not happy about that!
He also said, he doesn't hear the 'friction rub' that is Pericarditis...It could have gone away or never existed at all. And he can't believe that the other jerkoff didn't perform an echo himself...So much for being the #1 cardiologist in NY. Apparently 97% of the people with Percarditis have it go away on their own. 2% take Advil and 1% need steroids...Great. Leave it to me to be difficult without even knowing it.
I dunno. I'm gonna hafta stop drinking so much coffee...I don't know if I can do that! It's torturous to try to stop IV'ing caffeine....Whattm I gonna do? I'm already panicking!
Went to the new cardiologist yesterday. Dr. G was wonderul. Funny and sweet and very nice to me. He told me that the jerkoff who I was seeing first was the #1 Cardiologist in NY. I told him, I don't give a shit his staff sucks. I'm here because someone recommends him and I trust that someone.
He says he hears a 'click' not a 'rub'. The 'click' is the extra beat in my heart..The cause for the palpitations, I guess...I am going for an echocardiogram in a few weeks. I hope they find nothing. But then again, I hope they can tell me why I still have chest pains, shortness of breath, heavyness in my chest and palpitations. I am truly a mess. And if indeed it is Mytralvalve Prolapse, if I have a murmor, the only way it effects me is I'll hafta take antiboitics when I get dental work. He made it sound so simple, but I truly believe there is a scarier reason for the antibiotics during dental work! I'm not happy about that!
He also said, he doesn't hear the 'friction rub' that is Pericarditis...It could have gone away or never existed at all. And he can't believe that the other jerkoff didn't perform an echo himself...So much for being the #1 cardiologist in NY. Apparently 97% of the people with Percarditis have it go away on their own. 2% take Advil and 1% need steroids...Great. Leave it to me to be difficult without even knowing it.
I dunno. I'm gonna hafta stop drinking so much coffee...I don't know if I can do that! It's torturous to try to stop IV'ing caffeine....Whattm I gonna do? I'm already panicking!
Thursday, July 6, 2006
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Went to the heart doctor for my second EKG today. The appointment was at 9:15am. The Husband took off from work for the morning to come with me. We sat there for an hour before he went to ask what the hold up was. They didn't even realize I signed in (for a doctor that wasn't in until 3pm). Whoever made my followup appointment mistakenly scheduled me for a different doctor than who I was supposed to see. The one I was supposed to see wasn't there and the original doctor wouldn't see me. They told me to come back tomorrow.
This is many of the stupid mistakes this office has made this week. Dr. Gleckel (and his cohorts) is the worst cardiologist who doesn't care about his patients. I called him over the holiday weekend and he was curt and abrupt with me the two different times I contacted him. (Sorry, I was nervous about my heart and I interrupted your holiday) First, he said he'd call in a prescription for me without looking at my records then never called it in. (After I told him I was having chest pains and couldn't breathe) Then, he told me he couldn't do anything for me and I should go the the ER. When I told him I wouldn't go, he told me to get fit in to see him the next day, on Monday and the office was closed. Then today's stupidy just elevated my aggravation. I am so fed up with stupidity, I can't stand it.
To top it all off...I just can't run to a doctor when I feel like it with Fa around. She was patient today in the waiting room but I had Husband with me. I just can't (or won't) drag her back and forth. It's too much. I can't handle it. I'm sorry, I'm not the super mom I thought I was and I don't feel well. I refuse to lug her all over the place to see doctors...It just stresses me more...Good for the heart right? Ask me if I've followed my general doctor's orders of taking it easy. Go ahead, fucking ask me. I dare you. I'll rip your fucking head off.
I'm so pissed fucking off.
This is many of the stupid mistakes this office has made this week. Dr. Gleckel (and his cohorts) is the worst cardiologist who doesn't care about his patients. I called him over the holiday weekend and he was curt and abrupt with me the two different times I contacted him. (Sorry, I was nervous about my heart and I interrupted your holiday) First, he said he'd call in a prescription for me without looking at my records then never called it in. (After I told him I was having chest pains and couldn't breathe) Then, he told me he couldn't do anything for me and I should go the the ER. When I told him I wouldn't go, he told me to get fit in to see him the next day, on Monday and the office was closed. Then today's stupidy just elevated my aggravation. I am so fed up with stupidity, I can't stand it.
To top it all off...I just can't run to a doctor when I feel like it with Fa around. She was patient today in the waiting room but I had Husband with me. I just can't (or won't) drag her back and forth. It's too much. I can't handle it. I'm sorry, I'm not the super mom I thought I was and I don't feel well. I refuse to lug her all over the place to see doctors...It just stresses me more...Good for the heart right? Ask me if I've followed my general doctor's orders of taking it easy. Go ahead, fucking ask me. I dare you. I'll rip your fucking head off.
I'm so pissed fucking off.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Pericarditis!
What the F*?
That's what I have. It's basically a viral infection turned sour in the lining of my chest.
I went to the doctor to get an antibiotic because I can't stop coughing. Before I know it, he's planning to have an ambulance drive me to the cardiologist because he didn't want me driving alone....He didn't like what he heard in my chest. He was second guessing himself because someone of my age and health usually doesn't get this. Can you say....GULP! What the f*?
After he explained everything, I was so panicked, I almost crashed the car into a pole...SO maybe that Ambulance wouldn't have been such a bad idea. After a thorough evaluation by a fantastic cardiologist..
Turns out.....
Choose the best answer:
I had an EKG and have to:
a) be on antibiotics for 7 days
b) be on steriods for 7 days
c) use an inhaler for 7 days...
d) go get another EKG in 7 days...IF I feel okay, otherwise sooner....
e) All of the above
If you chose letter E you are correct damn it.
I am supposed to stay well rested as per Doctor's orders...He told me if I'm ever gonna lay on my ass, this would be the time...HA, he obviously doesn't have a two and a half year old at home. I have never felt so alone as this moment.
Fa, of course is being such a cooperative young lady. She is behaving for me today and seems to really understand that I need her to help me out here. At least she cares.
Anyway, as you can see, I'm pissed about this and other things as well...But I think I'm gonna just say. "If you don't have anything nice to say, keep your gaping mouth shut!"
That's what I have. It's basically a viral infection turned sour in the lining of my chest.
I went to the doctor to get an antibiotic because I can't stop coughing. Before I know it, he's planning to have an ambulance drive me to the cardiologist because he didn't want me driving alone....He didn't like what he heard in my chest. He was second guessing himself because someone of my age and health usually doesn't get this. Can you say....GULP! What the f*?
After he explained everything, I was so panicked, I almost crashed the car into a pole...SO maybe that Ambulance wouldn't have been such a bad idea. After a thorough evaluation by a fantastic cardiologist..
Turns out.....
Choose the best answer:
I had an EKG and have to:
a) be on antibiotics for 7 days
b) be on steriods for 7 days
c) use an inhaler for 7 days...
d) go get another EKG in 7 days...IF I feel okay, otherwise sooner....
e) All of the above
If you chose letter E you are correct damn it.
I am supposed to stay well rested as per Doctor's orders...He told me if I'm ever gonna lay on my ass, this would be the time...HA, he obviously doesn't have a two and a half year old at home. I have never felt so alone as this moment.
Fa, of course is being such a cooperative young lady. She is behaving for me today and seems to really understand that I need her to help me out here. At least she cares.
Anyway, as you can see, I'm pissed about this and other things as well...But I think I'm gonna just say. "If you don't have anything nice to say, keep your gaping mouth shut!"
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