Mom is doing well; her cancer didn't spread but in a few weeks she goes for three radiation treatments. I recovered from the pneumonia but managed to get strep throat. Which isn't really strep at all (culture confirmed) but my throat was swollen to the point of making breathing next to impossible. I still have no idea what the cause was. I took off two days and now my boss is cranky. Whatever. I don't sleep between my cat howling, back pain and the shrews. Of which I have evicted 19 thus far. Shrews, not cats. More teeth are falling apart and I've used up this year's allotment of dental insurance. Not to mention personal pain and inconvenience. Great to know I'm busting up my own choppers. I'm looking forward to Halloween. I like not being me sometimes. Like now.
Anyway, I'll try to chime in next week. Be well my little bloglings; hope all is well.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Again, no title
Mom's surgery went well. She did still have a reaction to the anesthetic but they were prepared and it wasn't nearly as bad as she was initially prepared for. She has only five small laparoscopic incisions from her robotic-assist surgery. On Tuesday we go to have her recheck/follow up and get the pathology results. This should indicate whether or not the cancer spread and if chemo/radiation is needed. I made her this crazy gift basket of fun things to do while she recuperates, made her an awesome (if I do say so myself) floral arrangement, and do try to spend time with her every day and bring her little surprises. She was a little pale today but I don't think it's much to be concerned about. She's getting around slowly but is tolerating the movement better than either of us thought.
Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.
For me, I'm in one of those busy phases where I have like, nine appoints within the next 10 days; either three or four are on Friday alone. Of course all in different towns, too. Had my routine dental cleaning today and it's a good thing that my teeth are nice and healthy and I'm a die-hard flosser (at least THAT is good) because I fractured two other teeth. Mother Effer!!! All because I'm clenching and grinding too hard. The new trick is that you can see severe chisel patterns which indicates it is happening during the day, not at night when the nightguard protects my teeth. They weren't like this six months ago so I can really only blame the stress of the madness at work and the pressures placed on me there. Fuck. From now on, I sedate myself while I'm there. The dollar signs are just dancing in front of my eyes. Crowns. The equivalent of perhaps $1000. This time.
Oh, my new hobby is rodent relocation. See, the cute furry bastards sneak in my house and I, not wanting to smash their heads to bits, place food in humane traps. They go for the food, wake me up when they rattle to escape and I place them back outside. Usually at three in the morning. Six of them from the end of September. But now, there is a renegade rodent. No manners at all: he mocks me. Literally walks into the trap, without setting it off, eats the food then leaves an, erm, calling card, shall we say. I mean really. This is not a deli. I'm trapping you, damn it! You are NOT to eat my food, shit, then run! GAH! I think they are moles or something of the sort. I used to think them adorable. Now I'm just wondering how many I need to make a coat.
And. Not sure if I told you, but I saw a red fox. I was on my way home and unfortunately all the other ones I've seen were hit on the side of the road. I'm so careful now when I drive through the park. It was absolutely beautiful.
Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.
For me, I'm in one of those busy phases where I have like, nine appoints within the next 10 days; either three or four are on Friday alone. Of course all in different towns, too. Had my routine dental cleaning today and it's a good thing that my teeth are nice and healthy and I'm a die-hard flosser (at least THAT is good) because I fractured two other teeth. Mother Effer!!! All because I'm clenching and grinding too hard. The new trick is that you can see severe chisel patterns which indicates it is happening during the day, not at night when the nightguard protects my teeth. They weren't like this six months ago so I can really only blame the stress of the madness at work and the pressures placed on me there. Fuck. From now on, I sedate myself while I'm there. The dollar signs are just dancing in front of my eyes. Crowns. The equivalent of perhaps $1000. This time.
Oh, my new hobby is rodent relocation. See, the cute furry bastards sneak in my house and I, not wanting to smash their heads to bits, place food in humane traps. They go for the food, wake me up when they rattle to escape and I place them back outside. Usually at three in the morning. Six of them from the end of September. But now, there is a renegade rodent. No manners at all: he mocks me. Literally walks into the trap, without setting it off, eats the food then leaves an, erm, calling card, shall we say. I mean really. This is not a deli. I'm trapping you, damn it! You are NOT to eat my food, shit, then run! GAH! I think they are moles or something of the sort. I used to think them adorable. Now I'm just wondering how many I need to make a coat.
And. Not sure if I told you, but I saw a red fox. I was on my way home and unfortunately all the other ones I've seen were hit on the side of the road. I'm so careful now when I drive through the park. It was absolutely beautiful.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
I have no title and I'm not going to sit around thinking of one.
My friend/coworker's sister got married, went to Vegas on her honeymoon, then died there in her sleep three days later. The autopsy showed nothing; she was only 49. Another coworker's mother fell ill and within days was in hospice care due to (previously unknown) advanced liver cancer. She's all of a sudden taking a blend of strong painkillers and is going between being awake and in pain or lapsing in and out of consciousness.
I don't like these things looming in my head. Tomorrow is my mother's cancer surgery: I have to get up at 3:30am which is about 4.5 hours away. All of a sudden I'm getting scared. What if she doesn't wake up? Certainly a valid fear especially given the gloom and doom surrounding me lately in the above scenarios. She is strong and really probably way too stubborn to not come out of anesthesia. I am thinking positively and there is no reason for her not to do well.
Of course there was no reason for Mary's sister to just up and die, either.
I just had to get that out. The last 3+ weeks of being logical seems to have somehow balled itself up and slammed into my chest. Perhaps I'm just realizing that the surgery date is finally here and I have absolutely no control.
On the bright side, I do have sedatives...
I don't like these things looming in my head. Tomorrow is my mother's cancer surgery: I have to get up at 3:30am which is about 4.5 hours away. All of a sudden I'm getting scared. What if she doesn't wake up? Certainly a valid fear especially given the gloom and doom surrounding me lately in the above scenarios. She is strong and really probably way too stubborn to not come out of anesthesia. I am thinking positively and there is no reason for her not to do well.
Of course there was no reason for Mary's sister to just up and die, either.
I just had to get that out. The last 3+ weeks of being logical seems to have somehow balled itself up and slammed into my chest. Perhaps I'm just realizing that the surgery date is finally here and I have absolutely no control.
On the bright side, I do have sedatives...
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