Monthly Archive for June, 2009

Tue
Jun, 23
2009

Getting the move on

I’ve been getting better at forcing myself to get the F off my ass and get shit done around the house.

After not getting a lot of quality sleep on saturday and sunday night and feeling like I didn’t have much of a weekend, I pretty much felt “shut down” yesterday morning. I felt bad because I had plans for what would get done this weekend and it wasn’t looking like any of it would get done. To make things worse, the house was getting more wrecked. But at 6pm I got off my ass and started hosing down the patio. I didn’t’ want to do it, but as soon as I started, I was OK.  Dennis helped with the yardwork I wanted done and we pulled some humongous 5 foot tall weeds. My allergies have been worse then ever. And the mosquito situation out there has been just horrible. I sent D to Home Depot to get mosquito larvae killer for our neighbor’s pool. The place is boarded up and the water in that pool is green. There’s no question that’s where the mosquitos are coming from.

I emptied the entire package of 6 tables into the pool. Threw them over the fence and they all landed in the water. I hope that does it. Between that, the candles, the zapper, and the fogger, the mosquito problem should get better. Fingers crossed.   I’m thinking of getting the kind that floats on the water tho.  Those seem like they’d be more effective since nothing is churning the water.

So anyway his morning it was too hard to get going and I felt like I was getting sick. Thankfully, the feeling passed by 1pm. My allergies have been whooping my ass and sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s really not a cold coming on. And after doing a little yardwork yesterday, I had to take 2 benadryl to feel normal.

But today I felt my ass dragging so bad. I know I have a lot to get done and it seemed impossible to get moving. Well finally at around 4pm I got moving.

Mr. Happy’s tank is getting cleaned again, laundry is moving, dishes are going, and the vacuum will be coming out before dark. At some point (hopefully today) I have to go order a birthday cake at publix. I wanted to get that done yesterday, but I’m not superwoman.

But everything always feels better when I’m making progress. And I’m making progress now so… I’m feeling better and more awake.

After Sunday, I’m going to focus on making the little room an office.  Gotta get that done.

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Wed
Jun, 17
2009

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Sun
Jun, 14
2009

I hate days like today

And that’s a day where you know you should be booking it to get shit done, but you are just dragging ass so bad. All I want to do is lay on the couch with a pillow and a blanket up to my neck and watch bad movies all day.

But goddammit if I don’t get in gear I’m going to hate myself this time next week. Sigh….

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Sat
Jun, 13
2009

Shoulder Arthroscopic Surgery done

So I might as well write something in here about how the surgery went.

In the days leading up to the the surgery, I was nervous and even thinking about the possibility that I might die on the table. But on the day of, I wasn’t scared. Nervous, but not scared.

Anyways… I got there and waited a while with Dennis and the kids. When I thought they might be ready to grab me, Dennis & the kids went on their way. They weren’t even in the car yet when they did grab me. I got changed into an ass-less gown, hooked up to IVs and heart monitors, and drugged up. They gave me a double dose because (I guess) I wasn’t getting drowsy enough.

I was wide awake when they rolled me into the OR. I think there were 5 people in there in full surgery garb. Masked and covered up from head to toe in green. If my doctor was in there, I didn’t recognize him. They made me breath into a nasty smelling mask and told me it was oxygen, then they squeezed some crap resembling lube in my mouth and made me swallow it, then they put the mask back on me.

What happened next is what surprised the shit out of me. I was wide awake with the mask over my face waiting for the drowsy to start. I must have taken 2 breathes. Next thing I know, I wake up in recovery. I do remember somewhere in between when a tube was taken out of my throat. I think that’s when I woke up, or just before. But who knows. When I did wake up, I was wide awake. I don’t remember any period of grogginess. That complete loss of time shocks me. I don’t think I’ve been put under like that before.

But anyway, the pain between that friday night and saturday night was pretty bad. I threw up a couple times, unable to keep food down so I didn’t eat a lot. Lost 3 lbs in 3 days. Funny. Oh and the full body itching!!! But by Sunday morning I could feel that whatever leftover anesthetic was gone. I didn’t need to take anymore pain meds after that.

My range of motion in the arm isn’t good. Worse that it was before the surgery, but that’s because of the brutality of the procedure. Now I’m going to physical therapy and I can feel the motion coming back slowly. Anything else I add beyond this point is pure useless filler.

I got some cool pics tho!. Gotta put those up on this blog sometime.

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Tue
Jun, 9
2009

Jada’s got the Smartass on
(or Jada: 5, going on 26)

After dinner

I pull out the “big surprise” dessert of raisin oatmeal cookie batter from the freezer.

Kids:  “oooh”   “ahhhhh”

Me: I get the cookie sheet out and start washing it.

Jada: “Mommy, don’t we have to read the directions?”

Me: “Yes, the instructions are on the back.”

Jada:  “hahahah” Laughing with that your-such-an-idiot laugh of hers  “… I know they’re on the back, mommy.  The instructions are always on the back.”

Earlier.  In the car on the way home from the park

Jada: “Mommy, where’s your mommy?”

Me: “My mommy is gone, Jada. She died a loooong time ago.”

Jada: “Huh?”

Me: “You know how long ago she died? When I was three years old like Maya.”

Jada: “Uh, mommy… You can’t say dead, that’s a bad word.”

Me: “No, it’s not.”

Jada: “Remember when I was saying dead and you said not to say it anymore because it’s bad?”

Me: “Jada, I didn’t say it was bad. I just don’t want you to talk about dying all the time. But dead isn’t a bad word. It’s just not good to talk about being dead all the time, ok?”

Minutes later when we get out of the car…. Jada  runs to the mailbox and steps out onto the street in front of it.

Me: “Jada, where are you standing? I told you to stay on the grass.”

Jada: “Well, I’m getting the mail…”

Me: “Jada, cars run past here really fast and if you’re standing on the street, you might get squashed.”

Jada: “Hellooo!!  You’re talking about dead again. If I get squashed by a car then it’s going to scrunch me like like … like a cardboard!”

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Sat
Jun, 6
2009

Jada’s Artwork: Elephant

Caption: “A elephant has a chrungck too jringck wotr and hold sttuf”

*Sent from my iPhone

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