Anything anyone has said or done to me today has me almost in tears. I don't get it. THe children are the worse! We went grocery shopping at Super Wal-Mart and they were horrible like urchins. We went swimming at the Anoka Aquatic Center...and the broke every rule there was.
I woke up this morning with a my right tear duct swollen. Not sure HOW or WHY, but it was. It's slowly gone down as the day has gone on, but I feel my left on going now too. *bashes head*
Have to take the boys back to the pool this evening. I'm so tired. Already took one nap, can't take anymore. Mike has to stay up all night to go to work tomorrow.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
2-F'ing-90
Tuesday I Woke up with my weird shoulder/neck ache again. I yoga-stretched all morning and even drank two bottles of water and it took until lunchtime to go away. That wiped me out, so I took a great nap during lunch. (Even woke myself up twice from snoring!)
Mike called the BostonScientific people yesterday. He was supposed to hear back from them sometime last week or this week. They told him that it would be "a couple of more weeks" before the call. Grrrrr.... At least I know I'll have someone to watch the boys for P.E. weekend now.
This morning (Wednesday) I woke up with super-mega cramps. What's the deal with all the pain this week?!
Having severe stress and panic issues again. Not going well with that. $ issues, of course, are #1. Family hating me is #2. Lauren's baby is #3. I don't want another early baby. No food or gas is #4.
Let's party. *sigh*
Lastly, before I went in to have my foot frozen on Thursday, they weighed me. 2-fucking-90. Holy god, I'm a mother fuckin' cow. No wonder I feel like shit all the time. I want to do something about. I have PLANS to do something about, but guess what?! It's all going to cost me $$$. Can't join a gym. Can't buy a bike (which I really really really want). Can't go on a specialize diet. I'm pretty sure I don't qualify for GB, and even if I did it still seems a bit extreme. I just don't know how to combat this.
I guess that's it for now. If I go on you'd want to kill yourself.
Mike called the BostonScientific people yesterday. He was supposed to hear back from them sometime last week or this week. They told him that it would be "a couple of more weeks" before the call. Grrrrr.... At least I know I'll have someone to watch the boys for P.E. weekend now.
This morning (Wednesday) I woke up with super-mega cramps. What's the deal with all the pain this week?!
Having severe stress and panic issues again. Not going well with that. $ issues, of course, are #1. Family hating me is #2. Lauren's baby is #3. I don't want another early baby. No food or gas is #4.
Let's party. *sigh*
Lastly, before I went in to have my foot frozen on Thursday, they weighed me. 2-fucking-90. Holy god, I'm a mother fuckin' cow. No wonder I feel like shit all the time. I want to do something about. I have PLANS to do something about, but guess what?! It's all going to cost me $$$. Can't join a gym. Can't buy a bike (which I really really really want). Can't go on a specialize diet. I'm pretty sure I don't qualify for GB, and even if I did it still seems a bit extreme. I just don't know how to combat this.
I guess that's it for now. If I go on you'd want to kill yourself.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Morning of Hell
I guess it's not any different than any other morning. Just more of the same. Em would NOT stop talking. And PJ would NOT stop crying. He threw a fit for 20 minutes because I wouldn't give him any pop for breakfast. *sigh*
The foot is doing OK...I guess. The pain has diminished and the swelling is down, but it's still too tender to walk on properly. I hope that that next time I see my doc I get an "I'm sorry." or something.
And, so begins another work week. The only thing I have to look forward to is Project Earth, which I can't tell anyone I'm attending or else be lashed and disowned. :(
Still no word about Mike's job either.
The foot is doing OK...I guess. The pain has diminished and the swelling is down, but it's still too tender to walk on properly. I hope that that next time I see my doc I get an "I'm sorry." or something.
And, so begins another work week. The only thing I have to look forward to is Project Earth, which I can't tell anyone I'm attending or else be lashed and disowned. :(
Still no word about Mike's job either.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Grandma's Party
Grandma O'Reilly turns 90 on the 13th. We had a party for her yesterday at the home she lives at. I keep forgetting how frail she is. And not the robust, stand-tall woman I knew as a child. She's wheelchair bound, she shakes, it take her a while to talk...but she was very grateful for the party. She said it was a perfect day.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The Foot Story
In the summer two years ago, I noticed I had a plantars wart on my right foot. About two inches below my pinky toe. So, I went to Wal-Mart purchased the standard Wart Remover Disc Set, or whatever, and started the treatment. Once it was finished, I let it heal up. The following summer I noticed I now had TWO warts. So, I headed to Wal-Mart and bought another Standard Wart Remover Disc Set, and started the treatment.
From there, my colony bloomed into EIGHT warts, including one on my big toe. *head desk* So much for "home removal". This this February I went to my doc and his got out his cool propane-torch-like can of Liquid Nitrogen. After that horrifically painfully experience I was supposed to go back in three weeks to have another treatment. Well, the after pain was so terrible I didn't go back until May. This 2nd treatment wasn't as bad, but still hurt. I knew what to expect. The after pain diminished after only two days.
This time, being the "responsible" adult (go ahead, laugh), I went back in after the allotted 3 weeks. I did notice that the skin underneath the callus was new and pink, but never thought of what that would mean when the "torch" would hit it again.
YOWSERS! So much pain!! But, I made it through and got a lovely perscrip for some Tylenol and Codeine. When I woke up the next day (Yesterday, in fact) I could barely walk on my foot, and noticed the pinky toe was a bit puffy. I didn't really think anything of it and put a sock on and attempted to get my shoe on. I failed. So, I left the shoe off and went to work. Now, after the last two sessions I'd leave my shoe off while at work for the day. Thankfully our office is carpeted and everyone understood I was hurting.
Well, once at work my pain was so great (without the shoe AND the sock - it hurt to even have the sock on) that I went to the bathroom and cried. I've NEVER cried when I have been in pain. This was 1000x more painful than having my babies. It was then I noticed my pinky toe has doubled it size. Hmmmm....but like a trooper, I bucked up and went back to my desk.
All this time I was texting Ro and Lauren about my foot and both of them kept telling me to call my doc, call my doc, call my doc. So finally, at lunch I made the call. Instead of having me talk to my doc they sent me to a triage nurse, where she proceeded to tell me to either go to the ER or find an Urgent Care that was open. There was something wrong.
So, I hobbled back into the office and told my boss I needed to leave for a few hours (all this time Lauren was looking up Urgent Cares in the area, bless her). It was a bit difficult to ask because we were already down a person that day because John was on vacation. But, seeing as I was TOLD to go I went. Lauren found me an awesome Urgent Care just up the road and I went.
There were only two people in front of me, and I only waited maybe five minutes. Got in and waited maybe 10 minutes for the doc. When she came in she had me get up on the table, she bent over, looked at my foot and said: "COOOOOOOL!" The freezing process creates a callus immediately and my callus is about 2" x 2". Which makes it that more painful.
Seriously, she was so funny! (And she had the most bad-ass laptop in the world, but that's another story.) She poked my foot and suggested she scrap off the callus to relieve some of the pressure that was pushing on the blood blister the freezing creates (which it's supposed to do). While she was doing that we chatted and she poked about some more. She said she was going to give me a perscrip of Antibiotics just incase. If the swelling didn't go down by tomorrow (which is today now) then I should start taking them.
And then she noticed the scratch on the top of my foot. "What's this?" she asked and pointed to a 1/2" wide red line curving up my foot.
"Oh, I was scratching my foot just before you came in. They're just scratches."
"Really? You scratched in a curved line?"
"Um, yes?"
"Show me! Scratch your foot for me."
*scratches my foot* "Huh, ok. I guess I didn't make that line."
"Welp! You're getting antibiotics. Thank you foot." She patted my foot.
I like her, she's weird! :D
She drew on my foot to indicate where the line stopped and where the swelling should not pass. If either went past the lines I'd have to go to the ER for sure. I did have to get a tetnus shot though cuz I didn't remember when I got my last one.
She brought me a perscrip for 875mg of Augmentum that I could get out of the Med-ATM - the 2nd coolest machine in the world next to her laptop.
In the lobby of this clinic they have an ATM like machine that dispense prescription medications. How sweet is that?! They give you a sort of pin number and it spits out your meds. So cool...
Oh, the doc also told me I wasn't supposed to go back to work and gave me a written "note" for my boss. But, I knew I'd have to go back. I'd already rigged up a system to keep my leg elevated and used my desk chair as a wheelchair of sorts. Bonnie was also super nice enough to get most of my stuff off the printers and what not. Anywho, I went back to work (for my boss, Terry, had to leave at 4pm to attend his son's high school graduation). It's all good. I ended up staying until 5:45pm.
Mike also brought me the Family Crutches. This is the first time I've ever had to use them...Crutches SUCK! I have no back or arm strength to use them and they keep getting caught on my bra! LOL
This morning now, is down to half its length. The pain isn't as bad and I slept like a ROCK last night.
That's my Foot Story. May you all learn from it.
From there, my colony bloomed into EIGHT warts, including one on my big toe. *head desk* So much for "home removal". This this February I went to my doc and his got out his cool propane-torch-like can of Liquid Nitrogen. After that horrifically painfully experience I was supposed to go back in three weeks to have another treatment. Well, the after pain was so terrible I didn't go back until May. This 2nd treatment wasn't as bad, but still hurt. I knew what to expect. The after pain diminished after only two days.
This time, being the "responsible" adult (go ahead, laugh), I went back in after the allotted 3 weeks. I did notice that the skin underneath the callus was new and pink, but never thought of what that would mean when the "torch" would hit it again.
YOWSERS! So much pain!! But, I made it through and got a lovely perscrip for some Tylenol and Codeine. When I woke up the next day (Yesterday, in fact) I could barely walk on my foot, and noticed the pinky toe was a bit puffy. I didn't really think anything of it and put a sock on and attempted to get my shoe on. I failed. So, I left the shoe off and went to work. Now, after the last two sessions I'd leave my shoe off while at work for the day. Thankfully our office is carpeted and everyone understood I was hurting.
Well, once at work my pain was so great (without the shoe AND the sock - it hurt to even have the sock on) that I went to the bathroom and cried. I've NEVER cried when I have been in pain. This was 1000x more painful than having my babies. It was then I noticed my pinky toe has doubled it size. Hmmmm....but like a trooper, I bucked up and went back to my desk.
All this time I was texting Ro and Lauren about my foot and both of them kept telling me to call my doc, call my doc, call my doc. So finally, at lunch I made the call. Instead of having me talk to my doc they sent me to a triage nurse, where she proceeded to tell me to either go to the ER or find an Urgent Care that was open. There was something wrong.
So, I hobbled back into the office and told my boss I needed to leave for a few hours (all this time Lauren was looking up Urgent Cares in the area, bless her). It was a bit difficult to ask because we were already down a person that day because John was on vacation. But, seeing as I was TOLD to go I went. Lauren found me an awesome Urgent Care just up the road and I went.
There were only two people in front of me, and I only waited maybe five minutes. Got in and waited maybe 10 minutes for the doc. When she came in she had me get up on the table, she bent over, looked at my foot and said: "COOOOOOOL!" The freezing process creates a callus immediately and my callus is about 2" x 2". Which makes it that more painful.
Seriously, she was so funny! (And she had the most bad-ass laptop in the world, but that's another story.) She poked my foot and suggested she scrap off the callus to relieve some of the pressure that was pushing on the blood blister the freezing creates (which it's supposed to do). While she was doing that we chatted and she poked about some more. She said she was going to give me a perscrip of Antibiotics just incase. If the swelling didn't go down by tomorrow (which is today now) then I should start taking them.
And then she noticed the scratch on the top of my foot. "What's this?" she asked and pointed to a 1/2" wide red line curving up my foot.
"Oh, I was scratching my foot just before you came in. They're just scratches."
"Really? You scratched in a curved line?"
"Um, yes?"
"Show me! Scratch your foot for me."
*scratches my foot* "Huh, ok. I guess I didn't make that line."
"Welp! You're getting antibiotics. Thank you foot." She patted my foot.
I like her, she's weird! :D
She drew on my foot to indicate where the line stopped and where the swelling should not pass. If either went past the lines I'd have to go to the ER for sure. I did have to get a tetnus shot though cuz I didn't remember when I got my last one.
She brought me a perscrip for 875mg of Augmentum that I could get out of the Med-ATM - the 2nd coolest machine in the world next to her laptop.
In the lobby of this clinic they have an ATM like machine that dispense prescription medications. How sweet is that?! They give you a sort of pin number and it spits out your meds. So cool...
Oh, the doc also told me I wasn't supposed to go back to work and gave me a written "note" for my boss. But, I knew I'd have to go back. I'd already rigged up a system to keep my leg elevated and used my desk chair as a wheelchair of sorts. Bonnie was also super nice enough to get most of my stuff off the printers and what not. Anywho, I went back to work (for my boss, Terry, had to leave at 4pm to attend his son's high school graduation). It's all good. I ended up staying until 5:45pm.
Mike also brought me the Family Crutches. This is the first time I've ever had to use them...Crutches SUCK! I have no back or arm strength to use them and they keep getting caught on my bra! LOL
This morning now, is down to half its length. The pain isn't as bad and I slept like a ROCK last night.
That's my Foot Story. May you all learn from it.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Me again
I'm going to give this another chance but not making the same promises I made in my last one. Life is life and this is about me living the life that was dealt to me to my best.
No promises.
No promises.
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