Snail Status

22 05 2008

That’s me! Snail Status.

When I sit up straight it feels like I’m ripping the staples and so I hunch. Which in turn is killing my back. Every step feels like a struggle, but Bob help me I can’t just sit in one place. It hurts to lay down, it hurts to sit, and it definitely hurts to stand. So what am I to do?

Nothing much.

Just take my vicodin and hope for the best really. I”m quite amazed by Preston and Nyx.

Preston has really been awesome. He’s taken everything by the reigns and I must admit he’s doing an ok job on staying on top of things. Well minus the dishes. I just did them. I knew if I didn’t they’d sit there just one more day. And besides I feel like eating on my dishes rather than the paper plates. 😛

Nyx, man what can I not say?!?! He’s been spectacular. I really can’t wait for baby number 2. He’s been helping me get up off the bed, couch, floor, anything really. He helps me lay down. He opens the car door for me and closes it when I’m buckled in. He holds my hand and really does his best to support me while I walk. He asks me if I need anything and is quite quick to get things done before he gets back to play or watching cartoons. It’s just really amazing.

They both have their sense of humor of it all though. They both know I can’t laugh because it hurts and I start to cry after a few giggles. Yes it’s that bad. But when Nyx is walking with me he jokes and tells me to jog. He starts jogging in place and laughs. Preston well he tries to make me laugh because he knows it hurts. But then tries to get me to stop laughing when I start tearing up. Grr to them both.

I turned in the last of TDI papers for work and my timesheet. Which Preston gave me ample scoldings to leaving the house. I needed to do something. in all I’m doing a bit better compared to last several days.

I didn’t sleep much today. Thank BOB! I was getting sick of sleeping already. I slept practically the last two days away. I’m able to eat solids again. But sadly I haven’t been really hungry. I had half a spam musubi the other day. Half a container of tofu today, but not much more than that.

Sucks too because I feel like I could eat all these things, but then I’d rather stare at it than eat it. Weird.

In other news, J didn’t pick Nyx up from school today. Mrs. S called us at 5:15pm to let us know that Nyx still hasn’t been picked up and wanted to know if J was supposed to pick him up. Of course he was, but we went instantly to get him. We got there at 5:25pm and J still was no where in site, not even a phone call or text. I’m not complaining though. I don’t mind a free weekend. It’s his loss and my ultimate gain. 🙂 Is there an evil smiley? >:)

It’s now 734pm and still no word, oh well. Preston is cooking dinner and Nyx has no complaints. Honestly I don’t care to call anymore. I called once, no answer, at least I tried. More than I wanted to do. Or care to do.

That’s really it for now. I’m going to go Google some stuff of a Toyota Prius. Before my surgery I was listening to CNN and over heard that gas prices of the next couple years might/will be pushing the $10/gallon mark. So aiming for green and save dough is our goal.

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The worst is not even over!

22 05 2008

This is a really long and boring story. It’s not even well written. I’m on pain killers and before I forget I threw everything up in hopefully the right order. At least the order I remember it in.

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So…

19 05 2008

…in less than 12 hours I will no longer be the owner of a gallbladder.

Yep I’m scared.

In less than 1 hour I can’t eat or drink anything until Lordy knows when.

Yep I’m pissed.

In over 2 weeks, I’ll return back to work full time.

Yep I’m stoked.

In less than 1 day my ass will be glued to my couch catching up on my video games, studying and tv.

Yep I’m completely stoked.

And in less than a month I will gain about 10lbs for being a 2 week long bum.

Yep I’m a fatty fat fat.

😛





I’m going to have a lot of time on my hands soon

18 05 2008

So my surgery is set for the day after tomorrow, Tuesday. I discovered this last Thursday, but have been a bit busy to say anything until today. I miraculously woke up before 9am.

I got to meet my surgeon, Dr. C.J., quite an awesome guy if I do say so myself. Every doctor and nurse I talked to had great things to say about him. He was funny, very informative, and he put my mind and body at ease. He’s being doing gallbladder removals ever since it was popularized. He’s done more gallbladder surgeries than any doctor in the state of Hawaii. So yey me! He even gave me a cute little “comic” on the whole procedure to take home and gross out everyone with.

Apparently from my ultrasound the blood clot is rather huge. It’s an inch in diameter. 😐

This whole time I’ve been telling my doctor that gallbladder problems don’t run in my family, I assumed it was only kidney problems. Lo and behold I talked to my dad yesterday we do have gallbladder problems. My aunts all had gall stones, I swear he said kidney stones, and cysts too. Maybe my dad is confused, but whatever. I got it, now it’s going to be gone in less than two days time.

I’m already putting in the paperwork for my TDI at work, sadly I can’t turn it in till the day of my surgery and won’t take effect till 3 days after my surgery. According to Dr. C.J. I should take off between 3 and 4 weeks. I’m aiming at 2 weeks. Actually 1 week. I’m scared to leave work that long. The last time I left my equipment under the guys at my shop. A 200lb door fell off my most prized possession. They fixed it, but I was – I’ll be nice – unhappy.

My boss is being really nice about it all. But I have a feeling the whole time I’m gone I’m going to be receiving calls everyday asking me about something and how to do this and what’s this for. I swear a shop of 6 guys you’d think they’d be able to handle. lol.

As for the home front. Things have been pretty, cool. I guess. We had a garage sale the past weekend to get rid of our stuff. We made just under $400. We were okay with that. Except I know we would have made more if Preston’s aunt from across the street would have stopped coming over to buy something. Since she is family and all she got everything for practically half or less than half of what we wanted for it.

Then living in Hawaii as we do you deal with F.O.B Filipinos. No offense to them, my grandparents grandpa was probably like this too. But they come SUPER EARLY. I swear our ad said 8am. They were there at 6am. Then when the price is pretty damn cheap already they want everything for practically NOTHING! And they’ll stand there arguing with you to get the prices lower. I swear that first lady I wanted to shove her back into the car and send her on her merry way. I woke up 430am lady at 6am I’m still not awake to deal with you!

Nyx has been pretty good. His May Day program was the 1st of this month, been lagging to post some decent pictures. But it was cute. He was the Prince of Lanai, I think. During the whole program he either had his fingers in his mouth or trying to bite his arm. It was funny.

Last Thursday I took him with me to see my surgeon, more for the fact that I had to take him to see his Pediatrician Dr. Y. She has to be the best pediatrician around I love her. But anyways, Nyx has been complaining about his ears and hearing things softly again. She didn’t see any infections just some liquid. But as a caution prescribed some stronger antibiotics and anti inflammatory medicine. Then a referral to a Dr. N. who is a ear specialist. That is set for Tuesday.

Keeping track yet? It’s a few hours after my surgery. But I’m not that crazy. Preston will be bringing him.

Preston has been pretty awesome lately, we had an ‘argument’ about a week ago, talked it over and he’s been doing pretty well and trying to make things better. I think that with everything going on he’s been stressing out, becoming really frustrated, and he really isn’t the type of guy to talk about his feelings. He doesn’t really let it sit there and build up, he just doesn’t tell me what’s wrong like he should.

I think that’s just about it. Just come Tuesday, you’ll probably find me on here. A lot.

I mean a lot. What else am I going to do? Clean house? Pfft!





Don’t I kind of need that?!

3 05 2008

I went to my ultrasound appointment bright and early yesterday.

Don’t be confused, I’m not pregnant, although ultrasounds aren’t nearly as cool, amusing or worthwhile if your not.

I went because of those fiery back and chest pains.  It was interesting to be shown my kidneys, liver, pancreas and whatnots. I sucked at human anatomy can you tell?

In the midst of my appoint the ultrasound technician called the doctor, not the one who sent me there, but a the doctor that would be reviewing my ultrasound BEFORE it went to the doctor who sent me there. Anyways he called him/her and nonchalantly said, “hey there’s this big black clot in her liver I’m going to take several pictures of it at different angles it’s label yadaydasomething”, hangs up and asks me how I’m doing today.

HOLD UP! A black what? IN my whatchamacallit?! Aren’t you going to tell me anything?!?!

No.

After 20 minutes I was sent on merry way.

I went to my son’s May Day program at school and went into work for half a day. The only thing on my mind is “WTF?!?! A black clot?! Please call me already and tell me the guy was just a huge idiot and it was gas or something.”

The whole morning went by, then the afternoon.

Damn them.

On our way back home from town I get a call, from Dr. P. the original doctor that sent me. He has my results. It went something like this.

“Hey Danni this is Dr. P. So I got your results back and you do have a gall stone in your gall bladder. So my nurse is going to make an appointment with you and we are going to remove your gall bladder.”

HOLD UP! AGAIN!

“Wait what? My gall what? Bladder? I thought it was a stone.”

“Yes it is, but since it’s a reoccurring issue it is best to remove your gall bladder. You know longer need it anyways. It’s like your appendix. It’s s simple procedure and the nurse will call you tomorrow for your appointment.”

Then leaving me in shock. I never had anything physically removed from my body. Giving birth to my son doesn’t count. I had to physically push him out and I did all the work. I have never been involuntarily knocked out so someone can remove a piece of my body.

I wonder if they’ll put it in a jar for me to keep.

It scares me. I don’t think it helped the fact that I just got over watching Awake with Hayden Christiansen and Jessica Alba.

I went to the marvelous world of Webmd.com and did research to put my mind at ease and apparently of all surgeries to have removal of the gall bladder is the easiest and safest. About 500,000 people undergo this every year. So I”ll just be one the 500,000 statistics.

Did I ever mention that when I was  7 months pregnant with Nyx for my 19th Halloween I went as a statistic. Think about that. lol.

My mind is racing all over this topic. I know I don’t have enough paid absence and vacation time accrued to take off for 3 weeks. I just used all my saved time to take off for almost 2 weeks because Nyx and I was just in and out of the hospital for the greater part of April and now this.

But to end the night, the damn nurse didn’t even call me today. So maybe tomorrow and if not I know I’ll get a call Monday. I’m in no rush. mostly because I’m scared shitless, but that’s okay. I get to lay around in bed for 3 weeks and do nothing.