Saturday

Got woken up way too early yesterday. Managed to escape for a bit even tho Mike was super-ass crabby with everyone. Hit Northtown. Needed to get to BB&W and then Maurices. Got a pair of $50 Hydraulic jeans for only $9.99 from the clearance rack. Awesome! Then went to Borders but didn't find anything for me, just the boys.

Came home, packed up everyone, sent Mike to bed, and we made our way to Owatonna for Tanner's bday party. Had a good time, met lots of babies (two Camerons and an Easton... please don't ask, I don't know why they named their kid after a Cardinal Direction *sigh*). Lots of nice peoples and got to see old friends (except for two, which makes me sad). Managed to stay until about 7:30-ish, then rumor came to me that Em was calling some of the other kids "f-er"...but the real word. So, off we went into the car, me yelling the whole time.

Made it home by 9pm. Got the boys into bed and read until Midnight. PJ's small cough has turned into a yucky, wet cough. Must stay away from peoples for a bit. Except we HAVE to do laundry today. I hate "wasting" all the money, but gotta have clean undies I guess. :(

Keep Forgetting

Um, I keep forgetting to blog. I read everyone else's but mine. LOL

First, I want to give a shout out to Dreadie Woman. I miss you. I'm thinking of you. And I hope you feel better soon. Love you very much, hon. *hugs*

Secondly, Lauren had her baby. Woo! Emma Grace was born on 7/2/09. She's beautiful and looks almost like her brother...and the Schwan's guy. ;)

Went to Project Earth at the end of June. Had a good time. Slept in a super small tent, ate some super wicked/yummy brownies and just relaxed. I had a very nice time.

After two full weeks on the job, Mike was transferred. They called him on Friday morning saying he was to start in Plymouth this coming Sunday. Hmmmm...they said they were "slowing down". At least they transferred him and didn't give his ass the boot. *crosses fingers*

Work's been...work. This past week was hard. I was super PMS woman, so anything anyone said to me almost made me cry. Friday was the worst. I hate that. My boss kept trying to ask me what was wrong, etc....and I couldn't answer cuz he was making me cry because of his concern. LOL

Anywho, I'm sure there's more but my brain isn't functioning correctly. Was super tired this morning, thanks to Aunt Flo so I had to nap. Then we met up with Mike's parents in Maple Grove. It was their annual city celebration or whatever. Had a good time. Lots of pictures posted on FB if you're interested. We stopped at Mickey D's for a quick dinner (mine consisted for 4 Advils, again Thanks Aunt Flo). Came home, took the boys to the pool for about 40 minutes. Froze our butts off, came home, ate another dinner, and tossed them into bed. I'm heading there soon...maybe.

Cry-Day

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.