What a week this has been... Wednesday and Thursday evenings were spent - well less than pleasantly. And we'll leave it at that. Friday we took very carefully - had dinner with Bubba, shrimp and broccoli. All 2 ounces of it - but I ate it, slowly, and enjoyed. We had excessive heat warning yesterday and again today - last night about 10:30 we thought the world was going to end. Major wind, lightening, thunder, power gone - no AC no ceiling fan... it was warm. But day took over, Violet was mostly tucked under my side of the bed and we all went to sleep.
At 4:30 this morning - in the AM the lights came back on. That is the point where you realize just how many lights you did leave on when the power died... SURPRISE!
So everyone up, we peed in our various socially approved locations - aka people inside pups out.
Everyone went back to bed, we slept in, everyone up, sort of moving, I watched the news - trees down, power out, all sorts of fun stuff... we are very lucky to have power, and AC. We are under a water restriction due to the power - we did shower. No laundry or dishwasher today.... I will load it.
Bubba is out and about, running errands then he wants to go out to lunch. This should be interesting. Stay tuned. I am terrified of another round of upsy-daisy. SO not pleasant.
Monday I return to work - heaven help me. I will have to wear regular clothes, shoes and be productive all day. This could be a challenge. Heaven only knows if the doctor had insisted on his original date of a full month! Yeesh. No, day time TV sucks, I've read 2 books, and I am beginning to molt into the couch. Then there is the up early, go all day and come home and do other stuff... hummmm if I'm smart I plan and make a few dinners ahead and then when I get home and die... Bubba won't whine if he doesn't have anything to eat..
All right I better go figure out a way to get something constructive done. Sooner or later.. ;-)
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Oh boy....
Yesterday boys and girls we discovered what all the paper work meant when it discussed discomfort, and other very graphic medical terms for "tummy troubles". Of course it waited until my Ladies' Group meeting to appear - and then again afterwards... yeah fun. Let's just say pudding isn't high on our list of stuff we want to eat anymore...
Today hasn't been much better - we're sticking to stuff that doesn't make our small little internal tummy (as opposed to the outside one which is still - large) churn with the now familiar balk of stuff it don't like. So it's been a quiet day in terms of my food intake. We'll see how we hold down soup and go from there. the pureed food portion of our comeback has been limited to scrambled eggs. More like egg - singular - and eaten slower than a kid facing broccoli for the first time. I finally get how this surgery works - food becomes such a turn off by the time you are able to eat just about anything you remember those first times and just frown and say - ah nope - not doing that again.
Which may turn out to be a good thing - right now life just sucks.
The weather however is super fab and I am spending a great deal of time outside - Violet isn't happy as there is no blanket for her to sleep upon - but hey. It nice there is a breeze the sun is shining and I am currently sitting inside on the computer. Give me a break - I needed to look up something so I stayed to jot down a few thoughts.
Random thought for today is my in-laws. I have had various discussions with Bubba regarding his family and while we were left handily invited to their "family" vacation in July it was too soon for me to take that kind of time off from work again - and frankly - see left handed semi-invite for all the love and warmth that came with that.... not to mention the small internal dance of glee one did when dodging a bullet known as a week with his sister without the ability of adult beverage to make it all - well fuzzy, and bring down the murder possibilities from DEFCON 1 up to DEFCON 4. (remember lower number is bad... ) Not to mention I would have to dose Bubba's morning beverage of choice with my remainder of liquid fun drugs just to get him through a week with his mother and sister... this boys and girls would not have been a pretty trip. OH I would have had my laptop and wi-fi for every lovely moment - after all if I was going to be stone cold sober - I'd need an outlet or the brain to mouth filter would have had a major malfunction-and knowing my timing - it would have been a doozy.
So, needless to say we're dodging that by saying we can't go... and gee thanks for thinking of us - well after the planning was done. Whatever. I do believe I had stated that I, me, personally have stopped trying to enforce a relationship between my husband and his family. I used to remind him to call home every now and again, he did say something about "how bout they call me every now and again?" Nice thought. They never do.
In some respects it's like that with my siblings as well - outta site outta mind. We live here - they live there - you can't hit us up for every event - if you let us know we make time and get there for the big ones... but there are days I feel very left out. I don't have the mommy code, therefore I am outside that loop completely. And yes I still think God takes the poker out of his bag of tricks every time I hear of another baby on the way to the uninspired masses. I don't think God hates me, he's given me too much, but I think he reminds me that suffering is part of life and this is my silent cross to bear. Which if you know me - I don't do silent - I blog. ;-)
I won't get off on a rant of babies and bull crap - not worth the electrons - but there must be something wrong with me when my dark and twisty brain now sobered up from the medial pharmaceuticals is dancing about asking questions like - why don't they come down here?? Do they have more news that Niece A is prego with number 4 and don't want our reactions? I doubt it but then again...
Plus in a year I'm going to be skinny, like it or not Bubba will pay for cosmetic surgery in case anything is flappy that shouldn't be and Aunt Ing is going to enjoy wearing a much smaller size. Now if she could just figure out what she can eat and have stay tuned....
How does one make pureed chicken look appealing?
Take a swig of the pain meds pumpkin it will all go down good... hick.
Today hasn't been much better - we're sticking to stuff that doesn't make our small little internal tummy (as opposed to the outside one which is still - large) churn with the now familiar balk of stuff it don't like. So it's been a quiet day in terms of my food intake. We'll see how we hold down soup and go from there. the pureed food portion of our comeback has been limited to scrambled eggs. More like egg - singular - and eaten slower than a kid facing broccoli for the first time. I finally get how this surgery works - food becomes such a turn off by the time you are able to eat just about anything you remember those first times and just frown and say - ah nope - not doing that again.
Which may turn out to be a good thing - right now life just sucks.
The weather however is super fab and I am spending a great deal of time outside - Violet isn't happy as there is no blanket for her to sleep upon - but hey. It nice there is a breeze the sun is shining and I am currently sitting inside on the computer. Give me a break - I needed to look up something so I stayed to jot down a few thoughts.
Random thought for today is my in-laws. I have had various discussions with Bubba regarding his family and while we were left handily invited to their "family" vacation in July it was too soon for me to take that kind of time off from work again - and frankly - see left handed semi-invite for all the love and warmth that came with that.... not to mention the small internal dance of glee one did when dodging a bullet known as a week with his sister without the ability of adult beverage to make it all - well fuzzy, and bring down the murder possibilities from DEFCON 1 up to DEFCON 4. (remember lower number is bad... ) Not to mention I would have to dose Bubba's morning beverage of choice with my remainder of liquid fun drugs just to get him through a week with his mother and sister... this boys and girls would not have been a pretty trip. OH I would have had my laptop and wi-fi for every lovely moment - after all if I was going to be stone cold sober - I'd need an outlet or the brain to mouth filter would have had a major malfunction-and knowing my timing - it would have been a doozy.
So, needless to say we're dodging that by saying we can't go... and gee thanks for thinking of us - well after the planning was done. Whatever. I do believe I had stated that I, me, personally have stopped trying to enforce a relationship between my husband and his family. I used to remind him to call home every now and again, he did say something about "how bout they call me every now and again?" Nice thought. They never do.
In some respects it's like that with my siblings as well - outta site outta mind. We live here - they live there - you can't hit us up for every event - if you let us know we make time and get there for the big ones... but there are days I feel very left out. I don't have the mommy code, therefore I am outside that loop completely. And yes I still think God takes the poker out of his bag of tricks every time I hear of another baby on the way to the uninspired masses. I don't think God hates me, he's given me too much, but I think he reminds me that suffering is part of life and this is my silent cross to bear. Which if you know me - I don't do silent - I blog. ;-)
I won't get off on a rant of babies and bull crap - not worth the electrons - but there must be something wrong with me when my dark and twisty brain now sobered up from the medial pharmaceuticals is dancing about asking questions like - why don't they come down here?? Do they have more news that Niece A is prego with number 4 and don't want our reactions? I doubt it but then again...
Plus in a year I'm going to be skinny, like it or not Bubba will pay for cosmetic surgery in case anything is flappy that shouldn't be and Aunt Ing is going to enjoy wearing a much smaller size. Now if she could just figure out what she can eat and have stay tuned....
How does one make pureed chicken look appealing?
Take a swig of the pain meds pumpkin it will all go down good... hick.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Mellow Sunday
Getting back to the land of the living, had the neighbors over last night for a rousing game of Power Grid - Bubba didn't win surprisingly! I think it made my neighbor happy to finally win one from Bubba - it frustrates him to no end to lose every time we play. So happiness all around I guess...
This morning everyone slept in - we stayed up late watching a stupid old movie - I'm amazed that Bubba sat and enjoy it! 1964, Tony Curtis Sex and the Single Girl. It was dorky but fun. So to bed, up late, I enjoyed a protein rich liquid breakfast, Bubba played with his new toy - the power washer - then packed up and headed to his 90 minute massage.
My friend Cindy popped by for a visit with chick movies that I will enjoy later this week, and a bit of catching up which was very nice. I miss talking to her.
Bubba then went and got some lunch for himself and make an extra effort to get me some egg drop soup - since he was heading towards someplace Chinese... he's being a sweetie at this moment.
Stay tuned that could change.
We are washing dog beds - he's moving stuff - I am pushing buttons. Not bad work if you can get it.
Making some plans for next week, Vet appointment with help from the neighbor to get Violet in and out of the car... Aunt Ing can't lift 50 plus pounds of hound dog in and out and she can't jump into the back end of the car anymore. Post office run, and probably a Trader Joes' run and then figuring out what to do for food for a work week, and what to wear... and not facing the hour in which I must rise from my bed to start this all over again. I could easily become a lady of leisure. And by Wednesday I will be climbing the walls to go to work! We'll see.
That is all for Sunday. Enjoy!
This morning everyone slept in - we stayed up late watching a stupid old movie - I'm amazed that Bubba sat and enjoy it! 1964, Tony Curtis Sex and the Single Girl. It was dorky but fun. So to bed, up late, I enjoyed a protein rich liquid breakfast, Bubba played with his new toy - the power washer - then packed up and headed to his 90 minute massage.
My friend Cindy popped by for a visit with chick movies that I will enjoy later this week, and a bit of catching up which was very nice. I miss talking to her.
Bubba then went and got some lunch for himself and make an extra effort to get me some egg drop soup - since he was heading towards someplace Chinese... he's being a sweetie at this moment.
Stay tuned that could change.
We are washing dog beds - he's moving stuff - I am pushing buttons. Not bad work if you can get it.
Making some plans for next week, Vet appointment with help from the neighbor to get Violet in and out of the car... Aunt Ing can't lift 50 plus pounds of hound dog in and out and she can't jump into the back end of the car anymore. Post office run, and probably a Trader Joes' run and then figuring out what to do for food for a work week, and what to wear... and not facing the hour in which I must rise from my bed to start this all over again. I could easily become a lady of leisure. And by Wednesday I will be climbing the walls to go to work! We'll see.
That is all for Sunday. Enjoy!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
The WHOLE story...
Or at least the parts I remember.... So boys and girls let's fire up the way back machine and document the week that has gone by and the joys have having your inners re-arranged...
So Friday morning - we're up, and moving we have to drive to Northern VA but it's Friday it's June shouldn't be too bad, we leave a bit early - because it is Washington DC suburbia traffic and well anything can happen... We got there early - after one wrong turn into the hospital. Yes Bubba was driving and yes - he was cranky. Cranky because I told him to get the F out of the left lane because I didn't know for sure if exits had changed, been rearranged or moved due to all the road construction going on in Northern VA - then he was more cranky with the wrong turn into the hospital. This place is HUGE - and surprise under construction so went into the Blue entrance instead of the Grey Entrance - you would think that would have been instinctual...alas I was off my game Friday morning.
Yes, medial panic and dark and twisty brain were still in control - and it didn't get better.
We arrive, check in, settle in, with our beeper - yep a beeper so when the paper pushers are ready for you they page you. So sit, page, paperwork, bracelet with name, and birth date to verify who you are - which later is a lot of fun when you're busy watching the pretty colors dance across the hand holding your arm... at least you think it's your arm... but we'll get to that later. Now we are still stone cold sober and oh -so - ready for the good drugs so that medical panic brain is lulled into a drug induced haze - and she stays there...
So checked in, sitting, called, back into the 'prep area and medical panic brain is now in full mode, hair on fire, running screaming, logical practical brain is running behind her with a bucket of water or vodka I didn' have time to check - tell her that the drugs were coming. little did she know.
Little room facing the wall and the medical equipment, undressed, on the small bed with wheels and IV in, and I beginning to feel like patient No. 34591234-J. So there we are - just me and Bubba only one person can come back in prep area -- groovy. We look at each other - we chat - we watch the time go by.... my procedure was scheduled for 10:30 AM. I hear other people getting ready, being wheeled out and new people come in - it's 10:10AM and I ask Bubba to go find a medical type person to find out what is going on! The patient before me is still in OR - so I get to wait. Gee Nurse Pumpkin did you think I might like to know this bit of information instead of sitting there in my thin cloth cover and the covers that lost that nice warm feeling a long time ago...
Bubba went out to get his computer - as I had him call Mom to tell her what was going on, she needed a ladies room and by now probably went to find coffee and breakfast - who would blame her? Bubba had to wait longer. Finally as we were approaching 12:30 things were getting rolling - nurses, the people who put you out - yeah ana--- spelling not my thing - medical spelling even worse - you know who it is - move on! Now remember original start time 10:30 AM getting rolling at 1 ish - and as I found out later the doctor decided to go out for a drink or a smoke or something - as it was another hour after they wheeled me out. Frankly - I don't remember much after the put you out guy - most was shear panic and the rest was good drugs.
The next thing I remember is hearing voices - all kinds of voices - they weren't talking to me to I went to sleep, again and again. Finally when Mom and Bubba arrive I am still WAY out of it - they tell me it 9PM!!!! Apparently my surgery as well was lengthy as I was the student project of the day - oh yeah. That is why the drugs were so good - so I didn't see the ten 15 year old doctors standing around my naked fat fanny while looking at screens and probes and god knows what... ick. Of course in my altered state I say 9PM and ask Bubba if he had tended to the dogs - he called the neighbor. Thanks goodness. Nana probably reminded him.
Just then the world began to spin as finally the hospital found me a room for the night - like it was some big surprise that I was staying (it wasn't) apparently all of Northern Va was checked in Friday night... go figure. This room had to be at the other end of the world from where I was - because there was a lot of spinning, talking, shifting bouncing and general not making any part of me happy going on. Final insult was slamming my bed against the door jam. Thanks boys.
OK, in a room, which finally stopped spinning, drugs are a good thing, nurse asking you questions you have no chance of answering - like your name or birth date - seriously - read the bar code lady and leave me alone. HA! Fat chance of that happening. What I remember post the dizzying journey to my room was an endless parade of people, noises, and any time I drifted off to sleep - something else was in my room telling me that wasn't going to happen. My roommate's family arrived and frankly that was the most rest I got since being knocked out. And there were a lot of them - I didn't care they chased away nurses and other nuisances and I slept. And wondered where my family was and had my mother killed my husband after only one night - I doubted it - but hey.
Saturday afternoon arrived with family, more nurses, doctors, questions, and more drugs. Apparently I was a good patient in the fact that I peed. Yeah me. My bladder is not shy it will go anywhere and when it needs to go it will go. Finally at 8 PM I am released from the hospital. Between you and me they should have just kept me for all the BS that occurred. We get to the car, no muss no fuss, get 9/10's home and I dared question Bubba's choice of where to go to the pharmacy get my drugs - he heads to the drive through 2.5 hour wait for meds. They don't have my liquid pain meds - remember no food no pills liquids. This is the good stuff - they don't keep this stuff handy - it's pushing 9 PM Bubba is being Bubba and asking 6000 useless questions - to me and all I want is bed - which after getting in my bed wasn't such a great idea - I wanted in his chair - and would remain there for another 3 days. Horizontal wasn't an option.
I also came home with a drain. To say this thing was nasty is an understatement I again I praise the heavens above for my mother who can handle all that oogie medical type stuff with a "oh get over it" attitude that kept my liquid dinners in place. She had to drain this bulbous thing sticking out of me twice a day for 3.5 days. Nasty. I have also learned that was the source of 9/10's of my issues that whole darn weekend. Idiot doctor.
So Saturday night, and Sunday were a blur of pain, little sleep, boring TV and go knows - I am sure I talked to a few folks but not 100% sure.
Monday was a breakthrough day, still feeling crappy but slightly less so, showered felt better after that, Nana made me soup - and handed and fetched and generally did what needed to be done. While I sat around unhappy, not feeling great and grumpy. Not terribly exciting. Our first big trek was go the doctors on Wednesday! We left early got stuck in construction traffic on the beltway I drove (directed - Nana drove) Nana past my office building - we arrived early got things done and were outta there about the time my appointment was scheduled for!!
Now in the doctor's office it was noted 5 days past surgery I was down 5 pounds. Yeah me. So that added a little sparkle. Then I asked the doctor to take out this drain. She said she would, so tug on the stitch that held things in place, then she yanked and I do mean YANKED this mile long tube out of my body literally from my left side to my right side and when she was done yanking she pulled the last 100 yards out I swear with her foot on the side of the table and me hanging on for dear life. YEESHA!
But then - oh - well a bit later after the waves of nausea had passed and the stars and birds stopped dancing about my head. I felt - better! That odd ache on my left side was gone, that horrible bulb thing with gunk of un-thunk-about ick was gone, the ache from that hole was a flaming pit - but easing back... huh. And by the time I left the doctor's office, and we were headed home - I was indeed feeling better - I really wanted to hurt that doctor for leaving that thing in me... barf and ick.
Another milestone Wednesday we went out to lunch - I know what you're thinking. We went out for Chinese I had soup. I had egg drop soup and it was WONDERFUL. Who know a person could get so excited over egg drop soup? it was almost real food! My god! I ate half of the bowl. Yep - half. Took the other half home, enjoyed it for dinner. It was small victories this past week that kept me going. Thursday Nana and I went shopping, Trader Joes', Home Depot so she has a key to the house and the grocery store for more sugar free stuff to attempt (poorly) the taste of my meds that must be crushed and eaten daily. Then home. Tired.
Friday Nana made sure things were tended, cleaned and remade, then headed home. She called to say she arrived home - I am sure Pap was very glad to see her, and immediately asked what was for dinner. :-)
I enjoyed a quiet Friday, until Bubba the grumpy came home, beat the storm while mowing the lawn. I made the unpardonable sin of letting Shelby in and not letting him know - ask - don't shout and you get an answer. dumbass... (and yes things are back to normal aren't they?)
He hotted up leftovers for dinner - well after I had "enjoyed" my soup. and the savage beast was soothed...
This morning has also been quiet, but I can tell Bubba is chomping at bit to leave me a list of stuff to do.... bwsaaa ha ha ha. No chance bucko - Aunt Ing can't lift anything for a month and I'm milking next week for all she's worth. DO something for a change Bubba and get used to it.
He is away getting a power washer from a friend of a friend kinda deal. It makes him happy I am not going to question it - only problem is he took my car to haul it home... I'll kiss it's bumper when they get back.
And they are back and making my life heck... oh goodie. Check in Monday for - "its a good thing he went to work".
Later
So Friday morning - we're up, and moving we have to drive to Northern VA but it's Friday it's June shouldn't be too bad, we leave a bit early - because it is Washington DC suburbia traffic and well anything can happen... We got there early - after one wrong turn into the hospital. Yes Bubba was driving and yes - he was cranky. Cranky because I told him to get the F out of the left lane because I didn't know for sure if exits had changed, been rearranged or moved due to all the road construction going on in Northern VA - then he was more cranky with the wrong turn into the hospital. This place is HUGE - and surprise under construction so went into the Blue entrance instead of the Grey Entrance - you would think that would have been instinctual...alas I was off my game Friday morning.
Yes, medial panic and dark and twisty brain were still in control - and it didn't get better.
We arrive, check in, settle in, with our beeper - yep a beeper so when the paper pushers are ready for you they page you. So sit, page, paperwork, bracelet with name, and birth date to verify who you are - which later is a lot of fun when you're busy watching the pretty colors dance across the hand holding your arm... at least you think it's your arm... but we'll get to that later. Now we are still stone cold sober and oh -so - ready for the good drugs so that medical panic brain is lulled into a drug induced haze - and she stays there...
So checked in, sitting, called, back into the 'prep area and medical panic brain is now in full mode, hair on fire, running screaming, logical practical brain is running behind her with a bucket of water or vodka I didn' have time to check - tell her that the drugs were coming. little did she know.
Little room facing the wall and the medical equipment, undressed, on the small bed with wheels and IV in, and I beginning to feel like patient No. 34591234-J. So there we are - just me and Bubba only one person can come back in prep area -- groovy. We look at each other - we chat - we watch the time go by.... my procedure was scheduled for 10:30 AM. I hear other people getting ready, being wheeled out and new people come in - it's 10:10AM and I ask Bubba to go find a medical type person to find out what is going on! The patient before me is still in OR - so I get to wait. Gee Nurse Pumpkin did you think I might like to know this bit of information instead of sitting there in my thin cloth cover and the covers that lost that nice warm feeling a long time ago...
Bubba went out to get his computer - as I had him call Mom to tell her what was going on, she needed a ladies room and by now probably went to find coffee and breakfast - who would blame her? Bubba had to wait longer. Finally as we were approaching 12:30 things were getting rolling - nurses, the people who put you out - yeah ana--- spelling not my thing - medical spelling even worse - you know who it is - move on! Now remember original start time 10:30 AM getting rolling at 1 ish - and as I found out later the doctor decided to go out for a drink or a smoke or something - as it was another hour after they wheeled me out. Frankly - I don't remember much after the put you out guy - most was shear panic and the rest was good drugs.
The next thing I remember is hearing voices - all kinds of voices - they weren't talking to me to I went to sleep, again and again. Finally when Mom and Bubba arrive I am still WAY out of it - they tell me it 9PM!!!! Apparently my surgery as well was lengthy as I was the student project of the day - oh yeah. That is why the drugs were so good - so I didn't see the ten 15 year old doctors standing around my naked fat fanny while looking at screens and probes and god knows what... ick. Of course in my altered state I say 9PM and ask Bubba if he had tended to the dogs - he called the neighbor. Thanks goodness. Nana probably reminded him.
Just then the world began to spin as finally the hospital found me a room for the night - like it was some big surprise that I was staying (it wasn't) apparently all of Northern Va was checked in Friday night... go figure. This room had to be at the other end of the world from where I was - because there was a lot of spinning, talking, shifting bouncing and general not making any part of me happy going on. Final insult was slamming my bed against the door jam. Thanks boys.
OK, in a room, which finally stopped spinning, drugs are a good thing, nurse asking you questions you have no chance of answering - like your name or birth date - seriously - read the bar code lady and leave me alone. HA! Fat chance of that happening. What I remember post the dizzying journey to my room was an endless parade of people, noises, and any time I drifted off to sleep - something else was in my room telling me that wasn't going to happen. My roommate's family arrived and frankly that was the most rest I got since being knocked out. And there were a lot of them - I didn't care they chased away nurses and other nuisances and I slept. And wondered where my family was and had my mother killed my husband after only one night - I doubted it - but hey.
Saturday afternoon arrived with family, more nurses, doctors, questions, and more drugs. Apparently I was a good patient in the fact that I peed. Yeah me. My bladder is not shy it will go anywhere and when it needs to go it will go. Finally at 8 PM I am released from the hospital. Between you and me they should have just kept me for all the BS that occurred. We get to the car, no muss no fuss, get 9/10's home and I dared question Bubba's choice of where to go to the pharmacy get my drugs - he heads to the drive through 2.5 hour wait for meds. They don't have my liquid pain meds - remember no food no pills liquids. This is the good stuff - they don't keep this stuff handy - it's pushing 9 PM Bubba is being Bubba and asking 6000 useless questions - to me and all I want is bed - which after getting in my bed wasn't such a great idea - I wanted in his chair - and would remain there for another 3 days. Horizontal wasn't an option.
I also came home with a drain. To say this thing was nasty is an understatement I again I praise the heavens above for my mother who can handle all that oogie medical type stuff with a "oh get over it" attitude that kept my liquid dinners in place. She had to drain this bulbous thing sticking out of me twice a day for 3.5 days. Nasty. I have also learned that was the source of 9/10's of my issues that whole darn weekend. Idiot doctor.
So Saturday night, and Sunday were a blur of pain, little sleep, boring TV and go knows - I am sure I talked to a few folks but not 100% sure.
Monday was a breakthrough day, still feeling crappy but slightly less so, showered felt better after that, Nana made me soup - and handed and fetched and generally did what needed to be done. While I sat around unhappy, not feeling great and grumpy. Not terribly exciting. Our first big trek was go the doctors on Wednesday! We left early got stuck in construction traffic on the beltway I drove (directed - Nana drove) Nana past my office building - we arrived early got things done and were outta there about the time my appointment was scheduled for!!
Now in the doctor's office it was noted 5 days past surgery I was down 5 pounds. Yeah me. So that added a little sparkle. Then I asked the doctor to take out this drain. She said she would, so tug on the stitch that held things in place, then she yanked and I do mean YANKED this mile long tube out of my body literally from my left side to my right side and when she was done yanking she pulled the last 100 yards out I swear with her foot on the side of the table and me hanging on for dear life. YEESHA!
But then - oh - well a bit later after the waves of nausea had passed and the stars and birds stopped dancing about my head. I felt - better! That odd ache on my left side was gone, that horrible bulb thing with gunk of un-thunk-about ick was gone, the ache from that hole was a flaming pit - but easing back... huh. And by the time I left the doctor's office, and we were headed home - I was indeed feeling better - I really wanted to hurt that doctor for leaving that thing in me... barf and ick.
Another milestone Wednesday we went out to lunch - I know what you're thinking. We went out for Chinese I had soup. I had egg drop soup and it was WONDERFUL. Who know a person could get so excited over egg drop soup? it was almost real food! My god! I ate half of the bowl. Yep - half. Took the other half home, enjoyed it for dinner. It was small victories this past week that kept me going. Thursday Nana and I went shopping, Trader Joes', Home Depot so she has a key to the house and the grocery store for more sugar free stuff to attempt (poorly) the taste of my meds that must be crushed and eaten daily. Then home. Tired.
Friday Nana made sure things were tended, cleaned and remade, then headed home. She called to say she arrived home - I am sure Pap was very glad to see her, and immediately asked what was for dinner. :-)
I enjoyed a quiet Friday, until Bubba the grumpy came home, beat the storm while mowing the lawn. I made the unpardonable sin of letting Shelby in and not letting him know - ask - don't shout and you get an answer. dumbass... (and yes things are back to normal aren't they?)
He hotted up leftovers for dinner - well after I had "enjoyed" my soup. and the savage beast was soothed...
This morning has also been quiet, but I can tell Bubba is chomping at bit to leave me a list of stuff to do.... bwsaaa ha ha ha. No chance bucko - Aunt Ing can't lift anything for a month and I'm milking next week for all she's worth. DO something for a change Bubba and get used to it.
He is away getting a power washer from a friend of a friend kinda deal. It makes him happy I am not going to question it - only problem is he took my car to haul it home... I'll kiss it's bumper when they get back.
And they are back and making my life heck... oh goodie. Check in Monday for - "its a good thing he went to work".
Later
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I'm alive!!!
It's taken this long to feel human and I will give all gory details but just wanted a quick hit to say I am indeed alive, still drinking every meal, and discovering the joys of surgery S plus day 5.
I can sum up this entire experience OMG and ouch.
It made me feel better to hear the nurses tell me I had a good surgeon - his staff needs work. But hey I am done with day to day contact and the week post visit Wednesday went VERY well.
Nana is heading home to tomorrow much to the delight of my father I am sure - and probably half to my husband's because - he better hope she leaves lots of left overs. Aunt Ing ain't really in the mood to cook.
I had a nice outing today - and now I'm tired. So this is it for today just wanted everyone to know (most already do) that I am up about and finally feeling almost human again.
I will nag at the hubby - no flowers? WTH. I'll get him with the birthday next month. :-)
Later - with all the gory details.
I can sum up this entire experience OMG and ouch.
It made me feel better to hear the nurses tell me I had a good surgeon - his staff needs work. But hey I am done with day to day contact and the week post visit Wednesday went VERY well.
Nana is heading home to tomorrow much to the delight of my father I am sure - and probably half to my husband's because - he better hope she leaves lots of left overs. Aunt Ing ain't really in the mood to cook.
I had a nice outing today - and now I'm tired. So this is it for today just wanted everyone to know (most already do) that I am up about and finally feeling almost human again.
I will nag at the hubby - no flowers? WTH. I'll get him with the birthday next month. :-)
Later - with all the gory details.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
What is this stuff??
S-Day -1.
Hair and Nails are done - after all who wants to look grey with chipped nails while out on an operating table??
I have run 498 errands today - including mailing father's day cards, graduation cards and one wedding card, driven back and forth to Northern Va so Bubba can get his car (Audi shop in VA he likes... go figure) deposited girls and Ladies group monies and generally go the nit pickery of stuff out of the way...
The time is now 4:20 and I have one bottle and 3/4 down of something called Magnesium Citrate. If you've every had a colonoscopy you'll know that name. I am about to discover it's joys. In other words I'm home to stay. It has a faint lemon semi-bubble taste ...
and then NANA ARRIVED!!! Yeah!!
she's settled in and nodding off so it's all good.
Drank down my stuff - I feel blotted and slightly - not right. I just heard some gurgling so oh boy.
I'll be off line a few days, those in the know have my or bubba's number give it a jingle. I'll be home Saturday - we'll see when I'm back on the computer.
Say a prayer - do a chant, have a drink whatever but send it my way..
Yeah - freak out brain still in control a bit...
Later!
Hair and Nails are done - after all who wants to look grey with chipped nails while out on an operating table??
I have run 498 errands today - including mailing father's day cards, graduation cards and one wedding card, driven back and forth to Northern Va so Bubba can get his car (Audi shop in VA he likes... go figure) deposited girls and Ladies group monies and generally go the nit pickery of stuff out of the way...
The time is now 4:20 and I have one bottle and 3/4 down of something called Magnesium Citrate. If you've every had a colonoscopy you'll know that name. I am about to discover it's joys. In other words I'm home to stay. It has a faint lemon semi-bubble taste ...
and then NANA ARRIVED!!! Yeah!!
she's settled in and nodding off so it's all good.
Drank down my stuff - I feel blotted and slightly - not right. I just heard some gurgling so oh boy.
I'll be off line a few days, those in the know have my or bubba's number give it a jingle. I'll be home Saturday - we'll see when I'm back on the computer.
Say a prayer - do a chant, have a drink whatever but send it my way..
Yeah - freak out brain still in control a bit...
Later!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Pre-Surgery Letter to Myself... and others
My dietitian said before I have surgery I should write letter to myself so I can look back months or a year and say oh what a dork I was - or more likely for me - yep got that one right...
But as I face my last day of work, last minute getting stuff done and the prospect of surgery looming larger and larger my fear is mounting as it is what I do before medical stuff - my terror of something going wrong, I missed some random piece of paper or some other random esoteric crapola that will be the entire thing on the fast track to not done and then where will I be? Can't think of that because another month or two of multiple doctor appointments, paper work and the like and I may just shoot someone.
Then of course there is the thought that I show up Friday morning, all goes well, I go home Saturday and it's all groovy - then what? Oh sure I have all that paper work of what to expect and how to do this that the other and on and on but what if I screw up? My habits with diets is I fall back into old habits but with this I can't -- that is the whole point of the internal organ re-arrange isn't it?
They say your tastes change post surgery - will I awake liking pea and Brussel sprouts? I sincerely doubt it - perhaps I wouldn't mind a back off of the sugar junkie - but that will occur with said rearrange... so...
What I am telling myself S-Day -2? Depends upon which part of my brain I am listening to at any particular moment. Rational, list making brain says "No worries, you talked to surgical paper chick Monday and she said all that was needed was the last test you had on Monday. You got this girl."
Dark and twisty brain is saying thing to me I can't repeat in polite company.
Medical Panic brain is basically running around with her hair is smoldering - she knows something bad is coming but she's not sure what plus something smells funny...
The prepared brain that knows we're ready is apparently being held hostage by dark and twisty with help from Medical Panic. Hopefully she'll surface next week. Stay tuned.
But I sum it up with - I have friends and family that have given me the 'you'll do great' email, speech and other forms of thumbs up. And I am eternally grateful for that. Nana is coming so that I am not left alone by my husband full of pain meds, and so that he doesn't starve, the dogs are tended and so that the magical machines known as the stove, the dishwasher and the washing machine still work their magic while Aunt Ing is high as a kite on pain meds.
So a year from now June 13th - (oh crap - at least it's not a Friday) I will be notably thinner, my prevailing health issues will be gone or well under control without additional medication, I will remember my vitamins regularly I will not have lost all my hair and I will make Bubba cry with my demands for a new wardrobe that isn't from Bargain Barn... can you say COOL MALL?!
I don't have a clothing size in mind for final loss numbers - but something outside the short and chubby section would be a nice change of pace. Buying stuff on sale would be fun. Still won't wear big flowers on my backside - seriously - no way regardless of size. I want to be able to move, and walk and keep up with everyone and well - look good doing it.
So Saturday when it's all over but the crying into my protein shake I will think to myself - personal shopper at Sakes and smile happily.
But as I face my last day of work, last minute getting stuff done and the prospect of surgery looming larger and larger my fear is mounting as it is what I do before medical stuff - my terror of something going wrong, I missed some random piece of paper or some other random esoteric crapola that will be the entire thing on the fast track to not done and then where will I be? Can't think of that because another month or two of multiple doctor appointments, paper work and the like and I may just shoot someone.
Then of course there is the thought that I show up Friday morning, all goes well, I go home Saturday and it's all groovy - then what? Oh sure I have all that paper work of what to expect and how to do this that the other and on and on but what if I screw up? My habits with diets is I fall back into old habits but with this I can't -- that is the whole point of the internal organ re-arrange isn't it?
They say your tastes change post surgery - will I awake liking pea and Brussel sprouts? I sincerely doubt it - perhaps I wouldn't mind a back off of the sugar junkie - but that will occur with said rearrange... so...
What I am telling myself S-Day -2? Depends upon which part of my brain I am listening to at any particular moment. Rational, list making brain says "No worries, you talked to surgical paper chick Monday and she said all that was needed was the last test you had on Monday. You got this girl."
Dark and twisty brain is saying thing to me I can't repeat in polite company.
Medical Panic brain is basically running around with her hair is smoldering - she knows something bad is coming but she's not sure what plus something smells funny...
The prepared brain that knows we're ready is apparently being held hostage by dark and twisty with help from Medical Panic. Hopefully she'll surface next week. Stay tuned.
But I sum it up with - I have friends and family that have given me the 'you'll do great' email, speech and other forms of thumbs up. And I am eternally grateful for that. Nana is coming so that I am not left alone by my husband full of pain meds, and so that he doesn't starve, the dogs are tended and so that the magical machines known as the stove, the dishwasher and the washing machine still work their magic while Aunt Ing is high as a kite on pain meds.
So a year from now June 13th - (oh crap - at least it's not a Friday) I will be notably thinner, my prevailing health issues will be gone or well under control without additional medication, I will remember my vitamins regularly I will not have lost all my hair and I will make Bubba cry with my demands for a new wardrobe that isn't from Bargain Barn... can you say COOL MALL?!
I don't have a clothing size in mind for final loss numbers - but something outside the short and chubby section would be a nice change of pace. Buying stuff on sale would be fun. Still won't wear big flowers on my backside - seriously - no way regardless of size. I want to be able to move, and walk and keep up with everyone and well - look good doing it.
So Saturday when it's all over but the crying into my protein shake I will think to myself - personal shopper at Sakes and smile happily.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Say it with me .... AH Sunday...
Yes, Sunday, where the paper is large and full of good stuff, breakfast is out, and life gets a few things crossed off the list. Yes I have list - don't judge - it gets things done OK?
But let's go back a bit to how we came to embrace the lovely that is Sunday... all the way back to Friday. Now thankfully I didn't have to face Costco for the girl's group college kid home without job or something to occupy her time did it for me. Yeah I gave her a list. I had it ready go figure. But it took 2 phone calls and some settling up at the end of the meeting - and it was done. I can't tell you HOW nice that was!! Added to the fact that I worked later on Friday and going to Costco would have sucked rotten eggs times 12. Bubba did make it home, did mow the lawn, sent me for gas for said mower, and I, per usual, cleaned up the doggie mess... bonus - he's got that job for the next month... and he ain't going to be happy about it... deal Bubba.
We ended up at the Peruvian chicken place - packed and we were the whitest people in the place not only by our nature of computer nerd and accountant but this is a very popular place with folks who apparently grew up with this stuff. Can't blame them - good stuff. We dropped off the car, for the Saturday service, and mellowed out for the rest of the night.. what was left of it.
As an aside what large bat am I going to have to hit my darling Bubba with to get him to understand that meals must be eaten in a fairly timely manner and 9 hours between meals for me ain't gonna fly no more... perhaps passing out once will get the point across... maybe. No - he'll just be pissed he's had to pick up my fanny off the floor and blame me for not eating. Yeah plan B = eat when I have to and screw Bubba.
Back to our weekend tale...
Saturday thanks to Bubba and his early morning rising to beat the crowds at Burger King and the Gun Show he's up and out early - as such me and the pups are up and out early... which frankly worked out well - up moving, showered, dressed, made breakfast, make a list so I didn't forget anything, got stuff organized so when my ride came I was ready, and even had 30 minutes to sit and enjoy the peace. Ah.... then we got to the lodge and pop goes the Zen and I didn't sit down for 15 minutes until the meeting. And that meeting didn't have a whole lot of sitting either. ... thankfully there wasn't an initiation so it was a shorter meeting - made longer by the adult meeting before and after the meeting for the girls. Generally things went off without much of a hitch! No kids weren't perfect but they were all right for newbies in a big meeting so I will take that as a win!!
I sent kids and parents home while the other more important adults were in the back room - with no AC - still chattering away... it was down to me, one other adult, and the husbands of the very important adults and frankly the only people NOT anxious to get home - were in the meeting... seriously people it's called a conference call try it.
Bubba picked me up, we made it by 15 minutes to pick up the car, got that tended headed home, Bubba picked up Chinese for dinner - and made some great choices! We enjoyed, mellow and happy for a Saturday night...
Sunday - ah Sunday but bladder, dog's bladder and we' up early - then apparently I didn't turn off my alarm from Saturday and woke up Bubba. So up moving, showered, dressed, list and coupons in hand we do breakfast, review the list, make some changes, and away we go. Auto parts store Bubba is changing filters that the dealership recommended - they wanted $114 for the job - Bubba spent $25 and 15 minutes doing it... hummmmm
Made our way to Costco for protein drinks, found a few I got pork loin for dinner this week, and a big old bag of Crystal light... then after we left and were packing the car I remembered the lodge was out of paper towels... so Bubba went to get Auto parts (place 1 didn't have them) and I went back in for said paper products. That done, we met up at the car, loaded everything, headed to the vitamin store for clear liquid stuff for Thursday and then headed to the grocery store. That list is getting shorter and shorter every week.
That done, dropped off paper towels, and headed home and unloaded. Everything put away, laundry in the process of being done, kitchen is cleaned, and my list of stuff to get done today is darn near done. Golly.
On a final note last night I had a series of very strange dreams and they weren't happy. I hate not happy dreams, and I know they are about what I am about to do to myself on Friday. So stay tuned as the date looms closer they should be a great deal of fun to share... is coffee a clear liquid? I'll just stay up all night - after all I'll be sleeping most of Friday anyway.
Signing off from semi-mellow central.
Final Final note to Nana - when you drunk dial your daughter - use the cell phone so I don't miss it next time. And after Friday - bodily harm is fair game old woman. :-)
But let's go back a bit to how we came to embrace the lovely that is Sunday... all the way back to Friday. Now thankfully I didn't have to face Costco for the girl's group college kid home without job or something to occupy her time did it for me. Yeah I gave her a list. I had it ready go figure. But it took 2 phone calls and some settling up at the end of the meeting - and it was done. I can't tell you HOW nice that was!! Added to the fact that I worked later on Friday and going to Costco would have sucked rotten eggs times 12. Bubba did make it home, did mow the lawn, sent me for gas for said mower, and I, per usual, cleaned up the doggie mess... bonus - he's got that job for the next month... and he ain't going to be happy about it... deal Bubba.
We ended up at the Peruvian chicken place - packed and we were the whitest people in the place not only by our nature of computer nerd and accountant but this is a very popular place with folks who apparently grew up with this stuff. Can't blame them - good stuff. We dropped off the car, for the Saturday service, and mellowed out for the rest of the night.. what was left of it.
As an aside what large bat am I going to have to hit my darling Bubba with to get him to understand that meals must be eaten in a fairly timely manner and 9 hours between meals for me ain't gonna fly no more... perhaps passing out once will get the point across... maybe. No - he'll just be pissed he's had to pick up my fanny off the floor and blame me for not eating. Yeah plan B = eat when I have to and screw Bubba.
Back to our weekend tale...
Saturday thanks to Bubba and his early morning rising to beat the crowds at Burger King and the Gun Show he's up and out early - as such me and the pups are up and out early... which frankly worked out well - up moving, showered, dressed, made breakfast, make a list so I didn't forget anything, got stuff organized so when my ride came I was ready, and even had 30 minutes to sit and enjoy the peace. Ah.... then we got to the lodge and pop goes the Zen and I didn't sit down for 15 minutes until the meeting. And that meeting didn't have a whole lot of sitting either. ... thankfully there wasn't an initiation so it was a shorter meeting - made longer by the adult meeting before and after the meeting for the girls. Generally things went off without much of a hitch! No kids weren't perfect but they were all right for newbies in a big meeting so I will take that as a win!!
I sent kids and parents home while the other more important adults were in the back room - with no AC - still chattering away... it was down to me, one other adult, and the husbands of the very important adults and frankly the only people NOT anxious to get home - were in the meeting... seriously people it's called a conference call try it.
Bubba picked me up, we made it by 15 minutes to pick up the car, got that tended headed home, Bubba picked up Chinese for dinner - and made some great choices! We enjoyed, mellow and happy for a Saturday night...
Sunday - ah Sunday but bladder, dog's bladder and we' up early - then apparently I didn't turn off my alarm from Saturday and woke up Bubba. So up moving, showered, dressed, list and coupons in hand we do breakfast, review the list, make some changes, and away we go. Auto parts store Bubba is changing filters that the dealership recommended - they wanted $114 for the job - Bubba spent $25 and 15 minutes doing it... hummmmm
Made our way to Costco for protein drinks, found a few I got pork loin for dinner this week, and a big old bag of Crystal light... then after we left and were packing the car I remembered the lodge was out of paper towels... so Bubba went to get Auto parts (place 1 didn't have them) and I went back in for said paper products. That done, we met up at the car, loaded everything, headed to the vitamin store for clear liquid stuff for Thursday and then headed to the grocery store. That list is getting shorter and shorter every week.
That done, dropped off paper towels, and headed home and unloaded. Everything put away, laundry in the process of being done, kitchen is cleaned, and my list of stuff to get done today is darn near done. Golly.
On a final note last night I had a series of very strange dreams and they weren't happy. I hate not happy dreams, and I know they are about what I am about to do to myself on Friday. So stay tuned as the date looms closer they should be a great deal of fun to share... is coffee a clear liquid? I'll just stay up all night - after all I'll be sleeping most of Friday anyway.
Signing off from semi-mellow central.
Final Final note to Nana - when you drunk dial your daughter - use the cell phone so I don't miss it next time. And after Friday - bodily harm is fair game old woman. :-)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Friday... I made it.
Yes finally it's Friday... and boy what a week it has been - I managed to get through Thursday at work without another 'talk' and not ticking off a co worker... bully for me. I still have the rest of Friday to get through and thankfully most folks are out today so that potential for continued stupidity is limited.
Last night Bubba came home, announced parental units would not be visiting, apparently Dad had a Flag Day thing with the VFW he either forgot about or couldn't get out of... bully for me. Of course the ever generous Bubba volunteered to take my car in for an oil change Saturday - which he promptly forgot about when he announced he was going to the Gun Show with my former office mate's hubby... so... we are dropping it off Friday night - he will pay via phone, then post busy day go pick it up - which you may have noticed leaves me sans auto for Saturday. Now you may ask that why don't you just sit and wait for it Aunt Ing - it's just an oil change. Well it's also a tire rotation, and 15K mile check... AND I have other places to be on Saturday... like the girl's group at the lodge all freaking day Saturday.
So now I must bum a ride to and from the venue because my husband is an idiot. I hold firm to the fact that because I don't yell, scream, and generally melt down when this kind of Bubba thinking tosses a complete and utter FUBAR into my life that the big guy upstairs will remember those pluses and maybe delete a minus in appreciation of my restraint. Probably not - but hope springs eternal. And that is all I am going to say about that because unlike Forrest Gump - Aunt Ing would continue with a series of four letters works punched up with the words idiot - husband - dork and other such unkind things one should not publish publicly. It won't help the defense lawyers when he turns up missing... never to return from his 'gun' show...
But I digress...
Work today will be quiet - as Fridays are want to be here, I must unfortunately work an entire day instead of my usual shortened Friday which I have so come to enjoy. I have a list of things I need to get done which will make life difficult - as Bubba the cranky will be home early to mow the lawn, then he wants to go out to dinner. Which will be nice but... to someone limited in her carb grams per day there is a challenge there.. but I will be all right.
I have to document this exchange with my darling husband last night, he informed me earlier in the week that he would be working late Thursday and Friday nights. Fine. I was starving when I got home yesterday so I did dinner and ate - again going on the current information he'd be home late. He arrived home not that late (surprise!) and he starts with did I dig up the designers name up to get the name of the curtain guy because we can't find the little connector thingy--- he STARTS with that - because you know I have nothing else to think about for the next two weeks!!! Then he goes on and on with this mundane list of BS he feels is oh so important to which I think rolls so far down my list of important crap I need to deal with - he's highly offended by my reaction to put his stuff on the back burner... sincerely. Pumpkin - you're shit is SO far down my to do list - it doesn't rate being on the list... grab a clue. OR better yet - do it yourself.
UPDATE!! Surgeon just called - insurance has approved the surgery... it's happening boys and girls. Aunt Ing is officially terrified. Pray for me. Last thing gall bladder ultrasound on Monday morning...
Signing off panic and mayhem in Maryland or Virginia depending upon the time of day....
Last night Bubba came home, announced parental units would not be visiting, apparently Dad had a Flag Day thing with the VFW he either forgot about or couldn't get out of... bully for me. Of course the ever generous Bubba volunteered to take my car in for an oil change Saturday - which he promptly forgot about when he announced he was going to the Gun Show with my former office mate's hubby... so... we are dropping it off Friday night - he will pay via phone, then post busy day go pick it up - which you may have noticed leaves me sans auto for Saturday. Now you may ask that why don't you just sit and wait for it Aunt Ing - it's just an oil change. Well it's also a tire rotation, and 15K mile check... AND I have other places to be on Saturday... like the girl's group at the lodge all freaking day Saturday.
So now I must bum a ride to and from the venue because my husband is an idiot. I hold firm to the fact that because I don't yell, scream, and generally melt down when this kind of Bubba thinking tosses a complete and utter FUBAR into my life that the big guy upstairs will remember those pluses and maybe delete a minus in appreciation of my restraint. Probably not - but hope springs eternal. And that is all I am going to say about that because unlike Forrest Gump - Aunt Ing would continue with a series of four letters works punched up with the words idiot - husband - dork and other such unkind things one should not publish publicly. It won't help the defense lawyers when he turns up missing... never to return from his 'gun' show...
But I digress...
Work today will be quiet - as Fridays are want to be here, I must unfortunately work an entire day instead of my usual shortened Friday which I have so come to enjoy. I have a list of things I need to get done which will make life difficult - as Bubba the cranky will be home early to mow the lawn, then he wants to go out to dinner. Which will be nice but... to someone limited in her carb grams per day there is a challenge there.. but I will be all right.
I have to document this exchange with my darling husband last night, he informed me earlier in the week that he would be working late Thursday and Friday nights. Fine. I was starving when I got home yesterday so I did dinner and ate - again going on the current information he'd be home late. He arrived home not that late (surprise!) and he starts with did I dig up the designers name up to get the name of the curtain guy because we can't find the little connector thingy--- he STARTS with that - because you know I have nothing else to think about for the next two weeks!!! Then he goes on and on with this mundane list of BS he feels is oh so important to which I think rolls so far down my list of important crap I need to deal with - he's highly offended by my reaction to put his stuff on the back burner... sincerely. Pumpkin - you're shit is SO far down my to do list - it doesn't rate being on the list... grab a clue. OR better yet - do it yourself.
UPDATE!! Surgeon just called - insurance has approved the surgery... it's happening boys and girls. Aunt Ing is officially terrified. Pray for me. Last thing gall bladder ultrasound on Monday morning...
Signing off panic and mayhem in Maryland or Virginia depending upon the time of day....
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Gas meet Match... Match meet Gas
Yes Boys and Girls believe it or not Aunt Ing has managed to piss a few people off this week... Monday I sat in a meeting after a day of email after email asking me for information I simply did not have. And when I tried to get the necessary information the people who know... I either get a wrong or incomplete answer or the people who know are completely MIA. So I sort of lost my cool in the meeting saying - this information is crap and I need to know the right information to answer these questions...
Round and round we went and finally I got 3 basic steps and I can work from that.
Tuesday morning my company boss brought in doughnuts and said he did indeed sympathize with the plight. thanks John...and doughnuts to a woman facing chubby girl surgery... really?? I had half. Which is a major improvement for me - normally there would have been at least 1 maybe 2. ;-)
Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon, meeting with generally unhappy customer, newly assigned testers from another (better In My Opinion) tester - but this project sat around so we moved him to be productive...
So we get to the bottom of the meeting and I say you can get this done in a week, 12 June - no they lost Tuesday it was 3:00 PM the 13th - these people have NO concept of keeping a customer happy or good PR. GIVE the day and if you need an extra day- you have documented along the way and the customer is happier for your having TRIED. But come Wednesday morning - I'm in the lead tester's office getting another talking to... we had chat Monday because he didn't like how I edited documents.. yeah I put too much red all over them..
So by Wednesday morning we had 2 - yes 2 chats with Lead Tester and manager over testers because he was protecting his people - Tuesday morning I got a yeah I get it - (aka engage filter) chat with company boss - and it wasn't even lunch time Wednesday.
Then the real fun - back to the surgeon's office for final prep and check only she didn't tell me it would be 3 HOURS at this appointment... and I didn't eat lunch thinking it would be 1 hour tops plenty of time to deal... let me just say I BLEW the diet that afternoon. I found only missing 3 things, 2 of which required phone calls and a fax, and one which required an appointment... The appointment is set, and in true aunt Ing fashion - I have a problem child with one of the phone calls which I punted to the surgeon... YOU deal with this...
No word on insurance approval yet - so cross your fingers.
Now in a fire suppression move I had a massage last night - and you know life is not going your way when he says "My god what are they doing to you?" Yeah I carry it in my shoulders. I was mush when he was done... slept like the dead.
Thursday has been a bit better, I went into my defensive crouch and stayed there. I did make an attempt to talk to tester I had words with Wednesday but every time I went over to her desk - she was gone... she came to me today.. we talked past each other and moved on... mostly. She probably still thinks I'm the big B - and I know she needs the full kick in the pants to keep moving forward.
For those of you playing the in-laws travel game - right now late Thursday afternoon - no word as to cancellation... so I have to go home and clean house... yeah. I figure about the time I'm done and ready they will call and cancel.
And a final bit of good news - no liquids for a week... just 1 day - then the ever popular "cleansing" of ones inners... yeah... but I get basically 80 grams of carbs a day and 100-120 grams of protein. I might as well be drinking food.
Stay turned for the Girl's Group melt down and other fun stuff making life oh-so entertaining....
Round and round we went and finally I got 3 basic steps and I can work from that.
Tuesday morning my company boss brought in doughnuts and said he did indeed sympathize with the plight. thanks John...and doughnuts to a woman facing chubby girl surgery... really?? I had half. Which is a major improvement for me - normally there would have been at least 1 maybe 2. ;-)
Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon, meeting with generally unhappy customer, newly assigned testers from another (better In My Opinion) tester - but this project sat around so we moved him to be productive...
So we get to the bottom of the meeting and I say you can get this done in a week, 12 June - no they lost Tuesday it was 3:00 PM the 13th - these people have NO concept of keeping a customer happy or good PR. GIVE the day and if you need an extra day- you have documented along the way and the customer is happier for your having TRIED. But come Wednesday morning - I'm in the lead tester's office getting another talking to... we had chat Monday because he didn't like how I edited documents.. yeah I put too much red all over them..
So by Wednesday morning we had 2 - yes 2 chats with Lead Tester and manager over testers because he was protecting his people - Tuesday morning I got a yeah I get it - (aka engage filter) chat with company boss - and it wasn't even lunch time Wednesday.
Then the real fun - back to the surgeon's office for final prep and check only she didn't tell me it would be 3 HOURS at this appointment... and I didn't eat lunch thinking it would be 1 hour tops plenty of time to deal... let me just say I BLEW the diet that afternoon. I found only missing 3 things, 2 of which required phone calls and a fax, and one which required an appointment... The appointment is set, and in true aunt Ing fashion - I have a problem child with one of the phone calls which I punted to the surgeon... YOU deal with this...
No word on insurance approval yet - so cross your fingers.
Now in a fire suppression move I had a massage last night - and you know life is not going your way when he says "My god what are they doing to you?" Yeah I carry it in my shoulders. I was mush when he was done... slept like the dead.
Thursday has been a bit better, I went into my defensive crouch and stayed there. I did make an attempt to talk to tester I had words with Wednesday but every time I went over to her desk - she was gone... she came to me today.. we talked past each other and moved on... mostly. She probably still thinks I'm the big B - and I know she needs the full kick in the pants to keep moving forward.
For those of you playing the in-laws travel game - right now late Thursday afternoon - no word as to cancellation... so I have to go home and clean house... yeah. I figure about the time I'm done and ready they will call and cancel.
And a final bit of good news - no liquids for a week... just 1 day - then the ever popular "cleansing" of ones inners... yeah... but I get basically 80 grams of carbs a day and 100-120 grams of protein. I might as well be drinking food.
Stay turned for the Girl's Group melt down and other fun stuff making life oh-so entertaining....
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Ah the joy of a list
I posted Wednesday in the middle of a full and complete meltdown... which honestly lingered into Thursday and then Friday Bubba has some minor surgery to get rid of a rather large mass on his back hip so things were peaceful. Aunt Ing had time Thursday night to organize her thoughts, gather her data, and chill. Friday I got Bubba tended to and he was all mellow and happy. Which lasted until Saturday morning, but I'm getting ahead of myself..
Thursday busy at work, lunch out with my 'other' team I have two tasks right now and the other team went out to lunch then spent the whole time talking about their kids - leaving me and the other guy on the end with nothing to do... so I ate chicken. And green salad and cole slaw not a potato in sight. I have really be trying to keep the carbs down per my little binder thing and happily checking stuff off my list.
Ah my list(s)(s) Yes boys and girls believe it or not Aunt Ing made a list, she made several in fact and that beat back the panic. Don't judge it works for me Ok? You do it your way I'll make a list.
As Friday was mellow and the weathermen and women were breathlessly telling us the world was coming to an end with thunder and lightening and winds and rain and who knows what - Bubba and I gathered supplies and hunkered in for the night... plus he was still kinda loopy so he needed to be home and resting. Friday afternoon saw, dark clouds, some wind, rain by the buckets, and rain.... we barely lost the satellite feed... oh sure other parts of the DC world saw some twisty clouds and there were warnings and watches and all sorts of weather related panic buttons, but we were home, safe and fine so Aunt Ing was completely mellow. Bubba was bored.
Small tangent - but you've been sliced open, 5 inches, had a mass of yuck taken out of you 3 inches deep and 6 X 7 inches you'd think you'd mellow out for at least a day - seriously?!?! And on another side note -the in-laws... said Wednesday afternoon they were coming (yes mid-meltdown) and 4 hours later - they weren't. Makes your head hurt doesn't it?? Only now they are coming NEXT weekend when I am 1) on only liquids and 2) have Saturday completely booked. So upside less time with them, down side less time for gossip and the inside scoop as to what is going on back in PA... ah well...
Back to our time line... Saturday up too freaking early as I have reset the dog's bladders and tummies so got them out, fed and frankly I went back to bed... Bubba was up and moving before I was (second round) yesterday. But up moving, had my lists, we went to breakfast ran errands I have everything I need to get through this week, then we narrow what we like and am ready to face a week with liquid "food" and maybe just maybe I might survive this mess... maybe. But I can say I have beat back the crazy lady that posted Wednesday I have lists, I have completed things and I have received two lovely notes from dear friends concerned when they read the words on Wednesday from Meltdown Mary... Aunt Ing doesn't like to talk about her much but she's there right along side the drunken muse and the Crabby Patty... I think I need help.
Cripes. Nah, they are just flavors of Aunt Ing, not entirely new people. You know like Chocolate is base, then you have Dark, Carmel, nuts and all that other stuff you stick in chocolate. That's me - nutty gooey chocolate. Yeah I need help... where did I put those good drugs we got for Bubba?? KIDDING! - Mostly.
Saturday saw dinner at home, and grumpy Bubba with everything in the fridge, half of which were new purchases protein type drinking things.. and left overs... so tonight its leftovers and the rest of the week will be chicken. and veggies and nary a carb in sight. Oh yeah and protein drinks and smoothies. Blender at 5:30AM - won't Bubba be pleased??
Sunday has dawned lovely weather, old mower sold in less than 24 hours on Craig's list and I've got a list of stuff to get done today... believe it. I have a list. So, now at pushing early afternoon I am going to shower, clean my kitchen, finish the laundry, pay the bills, and do the dog's nails. And maybe just maybe take 10 minutes for Aunt Ing, chart next week and probably make another list to survive it... stay tuned. Meltdown Mary could make another appearance before the week is out.
Oh and for you all playing the in-law home game, odds on Sunday are 50-50 if they actually make down here - I see a facebook post from the niece regarding anything - those odds will drop fast... place your bets and prepare to lose if you bet they are coming here... Or have more fun and wait for their reaction when the do arrive and Bubba tells them I won't be joining them to eat because I'm drinking food... yeah.
Final thought - clear liquids - has anyone noticed that both Rum and Vodka are clear and liquid. I'm just saying things get rough the rough find rum.
Thursday busy at work, lunch out with my 'other' team I have two tasks right now and the other team went out to lunch then spent the whole time talking about their kids - leaving me and the other guy on the end with nothing to do... so I ate chicken. And green salad and cole slaw not a potato in sight. I have really be trying to keep the carbs down per my little binder thing and happily checking stuff off my list.
Ah my list(s)(s) Yes boys and girls believe it or not Aunt Ing made a list, she made several in fact and that beat back the panic. Don't judge it works for me Ok? You do it your way I'll make a list.
As Friday was mellow and the weathermen and women were breathlessly telling us the world was coming to an end with thunder and lightening and winds and rain and who knows what - Bubba and I gathered supplies and hunkered in for the night... plus he was still kinda loopy so he needed to be home and resting. Friday afternoon saw, dark clouds, some wind, rain by the buckets, and rain.... we barely lost the satellite feed... oh sure other parts of the DC world saw some twisty clouds and there were warnings and watches and all sorts of weather related panic buttons, but we were home, safe and fine so Aunt Ing was completely mellow. Bubba was bored.
Small tangent - but you've been sliced open, 5 inches, had a mass of yuck taken out of you 3 inches deep and 6 X 7 inches you'd think you'd mellow out for at least a day - seriously?!?! And on another side note -the in-laws... said Wednesday afternoon they were coming (yes mid-meltdown) and 4 hours later - they weren't. Makes your head hurt doesn't it?? Only now they are coming NEXT weekend when I am 1) on only liquids and 2) have Saturday completely booked. So upside less time with them, down side less time for gossip and the inside scoop as to what is going on back in PA... ah well...
Back to our time line... Saturday up too freaking early as I have reset the dog's bladders and tummies so got them out, fed and frankly I went back to bed... Bubba was up and moving before I was (second round) yesterday. But up moving, had my lists, we went to breakfast ran errands I have everything I need to get through this week, then we narrow what we like and am ready to face a week with liquid "food" and maybe just maybe I might survive this mess... maybe. But I can say I have beat back the crazy lady that posted Wednesday I have lists, I have completed things and I have received two lovely notes from dear friends concerned when they read the words on Wednesday from Meltdown Mary... Aunt Ing doesn't like to talk about her much but she's there right along side the drunken muse and the Crabby Patty... I think I need help.
Cripes. Nah, they are just flavors of Aunt Ing, not entirely new people. You know like Chocolate is base, then you have Dark, Carmel, nuts and all that other stuff you stick in chocolate. That's me - nutty gooey chocolate. Yeah I need help... where did I put those good drugs we got for Bubba?? KIDDING! - Mostly.
Saturday saw dinner at home, and grumpy Bubba with everything in the fridge, half of which were new purchases protein type drinking things.. and left overs... so tonight its leftovers and the rest of the week will be chicken. and veggies and nary a carb in sight. Oh yeah and protein drinks and smoothies. Blender at 5:30AM - won't Bubba be pleased??
Sunday has dawned lovely weather, old mower sold in less than 24 hours on Craig's list and I've got a list of stuff to get done today... believe it. I have a list. So, now at pushing early afternoon I am going to shower, clean my kitchen, finish the laundry, pay the bills, and do the dog's nails. And maybe just maybe take 10 minutes for Aunt Ing, chart next week and probably make another list to survive it... stay tuned. Meltdown Mary could make another appearance before the week is out.
Oh and for you all playing the in-law home game, odds on Sunday are 50-50 if they actually make down here - I see a facebook post from the niece regarding anything - those odds will drop fast... place your bets and prepare to lose if you bet they are coming here... Or have more fun and wait for their reaction when the do arrive and Bubba tells them I won't be joining them to eat because I'm drinking food... yeah.
Final thought - clear liquids - has anyone noticed that both Rum and Vodka are clear and liquid. I'm just saying things get rough the rough find rum.
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