Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Peace Deb, peace.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Any ideas besides taking it in for detailing??? It really stinks and I've used what cleaners I have.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Beyond that news, nasal cauterization went well--apparently that big vessel healed up (Vaseline--I will swear by that stuff from now on!) and there we a couple smaller ones near the front of her nose that looked suspicious. Then the adenoids are gone. She had some emergence delirium coming out of surgery--actually unhooking her IV and getting blood all over the place. Poor nurse--don't think she know what to think of me. Things happen.
So here's the amazing part--after resting for a couple of hours--Julia is up and playing the wii. Basically refusing to relax at all. And yelling at her brothers--much to my dismay. I'd rather she rest her throat.
Boy, that surgery the end of April is going to be a bitch. Sphincter, fistula repair, nasal revision. Yeah that will be an overnighter and that's good. It might be the only way to keep her down. Then comes the at home and not running around. HAHAHA
I'll try to slow Chewie down this weekend and get an updated photo. Looks pretty darn good.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Here's a cute little game that Emily passed on to me. I, of all things, ended up with the letter J. So, here's the rules:
Here are the rules…If you want to play, leave a comment on this post letting me know, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on!
Julia: What can I say? She's what made us a family. I had a dream about her the night before we got the call. Julia is my daughter. Biological or adopted, she's the best letter J in the world.
- Jammies--Love them, gotta have them. The more fleece the better.
- Humm--the boys. Ok, not offically letter J--but Rauan Joesph and Alihan John
- June, July--I'm freezing. Do you expect me to say anything else??? I want summer. What does that mean to me? A lot less clothing, no more shoveling, no more slipping on ice, green grass, green trees, hiking, walking the dogs, gardening, swimming, playing outside with the kids, riding my bike (yes--definitely now that I'm healthy!). I really really am starting to hate winter.
- Jamming down to some good old country music. Sorry--I like it and I'm not changing. We're all superstars in our car when the radio is blaring.
- Job--Yes, silly me. But this is what happens when you get a type A personality. I love being a nurse. And it isn't for the medical crap either (although that is pretty darn cool). I just love being a part of making things better--whether its making the child healthy, helping the family find comfort, or just guiding to the right spot. I believe a good nurse doesn't make her/himself stand out. We are just part of the comfort, the security, the cure--whatever that may be. I also just like feeling like I am contributing.
- Jeans. There is nothing like a damn good pair of jeans. Come on now. Jeans fit into every aspect of society, down to scrubbing out the tub to hobnobing at some society gig. Of course not the same pair of jeans--but they are totally acceptable. And I can run and play with the kids when I'm wearing them.
- Jam/Jelly I admit it. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I go through streaks where I could eat nothing but. That's me--so goes life.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Ok the man is not stupid. His mom retired as an RN, from the ER, after 20+ years. His sister--which is how I met him--has been a ICU nurse forever. He knows some medical stuff--how could he not?? 10 days dumbass--minimum 10 days before he does anything. Plus, when he came out of surgery he was so restless that he blew some stitches around his poor little penis. Ice and time resolved that--but there's a huge scab. You can't tell me that it's ok for him to be out there skating when he has that--it's got to rub.
Thank God nothing happened--but does he just not think??? This is not our first child--nor our first cleft/nose surgery. Why????
Yes--just so you know I love the man dearly, but there are times!