I forgot to mention my MRI results.
I have Bursitis. It will flare up off and on the rest of my life. There's not much I can do except take anti-inflammatory meds and treat the pain.
I guess it's good that it's not anything major. But, it sucks that it really can't be fixed.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
It's the little things . . .
Wyatt is recovering just fine from his surgery. Everything pretty much looks normal "down there".
It's strange to look at his "new" pee pee. I'm sure it's normal, but it's just not the one I am used to looking at. He also hasn't peed on me again . . . I guess that's good . . . but it just seems strange.
We've been trying a new bedtime routine. Instead of rocking him to sleep, and then waiting 10 more minutes to put him down, I've been rocking him for 5 minutes and putting him down, asleep or not. For the past several days, it worked great. He would automatically roll over on his tummy, tuck his legs up close to his body and fall asleep.
Last night, after I did this, I was bragging to Scott about how well this was working. Then, Wyatt began crying, then screaming.
Scott went to rock him . . and went thru the same routine.
He did it again. This time, Wyatt cried for a minute or two, but went to sleep. How ironic is it that I was just bragging about how wonderful it was working and then it didn't?
Anyway, as I was rocking him, I kept thinking how wonderful it was to hold him against me and rock him. I even like the way he "picks" at the chair arm for a few minutes before he sighs and puts his arm around my neck and goes to sleep.
I also love the way he smells. He's all fresh from the bath and smells like his special bedtime lotion.
How lucky can two people be?
It's strange to look at his "new" pee pee. I'm sure it's normal, but it's just not the one I am used to looking at. He also hasn't peed on me again . . . I guess that's good . . . but it just seems strange.
We've been trying a new bedtime routine. Instead of rocking him to sleep, and then waiting 10 more minutes to put him down, I've been rocking him for 5 minutes and putting him down, asleep or not. For the past several days, it worked great. He would automatically roll over on his tummy, tuck his legs up close to his body and fall asleep.
Last night, after I did this, I was bragging to Scott about how well this was working. Then, Wyatt began crying, then screaming.
Scott went to rock him . . and went thru the same routine.
He did it again. This time, Wyatt cried for a minute or two, but went to sleep. How ironic is it that I was just bragging about how wonderful it was working and then it didn't?
Anyway, as I was rocking him, I kept thinking how wonderful it was to hold him against me and rock him. I even like the way he "picks" at the chair arm for a few minutes before he sighs and puts his arm around my neck and goes to sleep.
I also love the way he smells. He's all fresh from the bath and smells like his special bedtime lotion.
How lucky can two people be?
Thursday, February 15, 2007
And you thought your job sucked!
I needed something to make me laugh today . . . .
Here it is:
Every rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested.
Here it is:
Every rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested.
Snow, Snow go away!
So, we finally found out the results of the impending snow storm. About 4 in. of snow and lots of freezing rain.
Tuesday I didn't make it into work. I guess they worked about 2 hours and then closed the office.
Wednesday, I got the call that the office was closed as I was trying to figure out how to break in to my carcicle. I could not find a place to put my fingers in the ice on the door handles in order to break it apart and open up the car.
I fnally got into the car around 2:00. I let it run for about half an hour and then went and spent 20 minutes scraping as much ice and snow off as I could. It was so thick, that I couldn't get most of it off.
Wyatt's cranky . . . I assume it's because (once again) we are out of our normal routine.
Tuesday I didn't make it into work. I guess they worked about 2 hours and then closed the office.
Wednesday, I got the call that the office was closed as I was trying to figure out how to break in to my carcicle. I could not find a place to put my fingers in the ice on the door handles in order to break it apart and open up the car.
I fnally got into the car around 2:00. I let it run for about half an hour and then went and spent 20 minutes scraping as much ice and snow off as I could. It was so thick, that I couldn't get most of it off.
Wyatt's cranky . . . I assume it's because (once again) we are out of our normal routine.
Monday, February 12, 2007
The calm before the storm
So, I went to the doctor on Saturday morning to have him decide what course of action I need to take for my back problem.
No surprise, it's an MRI. They scheduled it for Tuesday (tomorrow).
However, since yesterday, the weathermen have frantically been trying to pin down how severe of a winter storm we will be having.
Estimates range from freezing rain to 1 - 16 inches of snow. That's not vauge at all, is it?
How's come the only job where you can only do it right 60% of the time is that of a weatherman? I mean, seriously. Millions of viewers of any one station are depending on this guy. I love the days where it's a 50% chance of rain. You know what that means don't you? It might rain, might not. Go figure.
So, I may not be able to make it to the MRI after all. I'm just taking it one step at a time though. I'll get up tomorrow morning and see how things went overnight.
I have mixed feelings about the MRI. On one hand, I'll be glad to find out what's wrong with my back. On the other hand, what if it's something really serious . . . or what if they just can't do anything about it and I just have to live with it?
The highlight of my weekend was that I didn't have to change a poopy diaper yesterday. Sad, isn't it?
Wyatt has two new teeth. We're up to eight now.
I was feeding him Stage 3 baby food last night. It ALMOST looks like real food. Actually, it looks like real food that has had time to digest just a little before you throw it up. It was some kind of chicken noodle dinner with what I assume was peas and carrots. At least I hope that was what the orange and green things were. I almost tossed it out when I opened it and saw the strange colors. I thought maybe it had gone bad.
Anyway, I digress. He seemed to really be digging it. Unfortunately, since he didn't have a nap yesterday, he couldn't stay awake long enough to eat more than half a dozen bites. He actually fell asleep in the middle of chewing. Poor guy.
Everything seems to be healing just fine from the surgery. He is a bit unbearable due to the new teeth though.
No surprise, it's an MRI. They scheduled it for Tuesday (tomorrow).
However, since yesterday, the weathermen have frantically been trying to pin down how severe of a winter storm we will be having.
Estimates range from freezing rain to 1 - 16 inches of snow. That's not vauge at all, is it?
How's come the only job where you can only do it right 60% of the time is that of a weatherman? I mean, seriously. Millions of viewers of any one station are depending on this guy. I love the days where it's a 50% chance of rain. You know what that means don't you? It might rain, might not. Go figure.
So, I may not be able to make it to the MRI after all. I'm just taking it one step at a time though. I'll get up tomorrow morning and see how things went overnight.
I have mixed feelings about the MRI. On one hand, I'll be glad to find out what's wrong with my back. On the other hand, what if it's something really serious . . . or what if they just can't do anything about it and I just have to live with it?
The highlight of my weekend was that I didn't have to change a poopy diaper yesterday. Sad, isn't it?
Wyatt has two new teeth. We're up to eight now.
I was feeding him Stage 3 baby food last night. It ALMOST looks like real food. Actually, it looks like real food that has had time to digest just a little before you throw it up. It was some kind of chicken noodle dinner with what I assume was peas and carrots. At least I hope that was what the orange and green things were. I almost tossed it out when I opened it and saw the strange colors. I thought maybe it had gone bad.
Anyway, I digress. He seemed to really be digging it. Unfortunately, since he didn't have a nap yesterday, he couldn't stay awake long enough to eat more than half a dozen bites. He actually fell asleep in the middle of chewing. Poor guy.
Everything seems to be healing just fine from the surgery. He is a bit unbearable due to the new teeth though.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2007 when...
1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
My New Year's Resolutions
Ok, after reviewing my resolutions, I'm kind of surprised.
The umbrella stroller IS in the trunk of the car.
I'm going to see the regular doctor this weekend to have him decide if I need an MRI. I've been going to the chiropracter and massage therapist also.
I'm TRYING to let go and enjoy moments with Wyatt . . . it's getting better.
Sleep comes and goes. . .but he did sleep from around 8 until 4:30 this morning! YAY!
The umbrella stroller IS in the trunk of the car.
I'm going to see the regular doctor this weekend to have him decide if I need an MRI. I've been going to the chiropracter and massage therapist also.
I'm TRYING to let go and enjoy moments with Wyatt . . . it's getting better.
Sleep comes and goes. . .but he did sleep from around 8 until 4:30 this morning! YAY!
Some days . . .
There are some days when I cannot seem to get motivated. Today was one of them.
So, I'll pass along some wisdom sent to me via email . . . it seems to fit a lot of companies. I'm not saying that it fits where I work or fits my mood . . . I just like it.
The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed on from generation togeneration, says that, "When you discover that you are riding a deadhorse, the best strategy is to dismount."However, in government, education, and in corporate America, moreadvanced strategies are often employed, such as:
1. Buying a stronger whip.
2. Changing riders.
3. Appointing a committee to study the horse.
4. Arranging to visit other countries to see how other cultures ride horses.
5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.
6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.
7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.
9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.
10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improvethe dead horse's
performance.
11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is lesscostly, carries lower
overhead and therefore contributes substantiallymore to the bottom line of the economy
than do some other horses.
12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.And of course ....
13. Promoting the dead horse to a supervisory position
So, I'll pass along some wisdom sent to me via email . . . it seems to fit a lot of companies. I'm not saying that it fits where I work or fits my mood . . . I just like it.
The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed on from generation togeneration, says that, "When you discover that you are riding a deadhorse, the best strategy is to dismount."However, in government, education, and in corporate America, moreadvanced strategies are often employed, such as:
1. Buying a stronger whip.
2. Changing riders.
3. Appointing a committee to study the horse.
4. Arranging to visit other countries to see how other cultures ride horses.
5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.
6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.
7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.
9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.
10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improvethe dead horse's
performance.
11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is lesscostly, carries lower
overhead and therefore contributes substantiallymore to the bottom line of the economy
than do some other horses.
12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.And of course ....
13. Promoting the dead horse to a supervisory position
What's our routine?
Ok, so I went back to work yesterday . . .
Scott called me and asked if I had set the thermostat really low since I wouldn't be home. I told him that I had programmed it to act as if I was home because I knew he would be catching up on some sleep since he plowed snow until 2:30 in the morning.
It became apparent that we needed to call someone about our furnace since the thermostat was set on 72 and it was 66 in the house.
First the bad news . . . we needed to get our furnace fixed. . . well, duh!
Then more bad news . . . we would need a new furnace.
I asked if we could get it done today . . .the answer was yes but it probably wouldn't be done until 7 pm last night.
That's ok. Scott made arrangements for the grandparents to keep Wyatt a little longer and the process got started.
They got the furnace in around 6 . . .we were doing great . . . ahead of schedule. Then, they discovered we were also basically out of propane.
I called the after hours emergency number. I waited on hold for over 5 minutes . . . and they said they would have the local driver call me.
Twenty minutes later he did. He informed me that we were supposed to check our own tank and call them when we got down to 15%. That's not the plan we were told. Obviously, if I knew we had to check it, I would have asked for instructions how to do it and would have marked it on my calendar to check it.
That didn't matter . . .I needed propane . . .right away. He said he would be here between 7:30 and 8. The grandparents showed up about 6:30. I just had them leave Wyatt. I left his jacket on.
We finally got the propane and the furnace kicked on around 8. It took about an hour for the house to get up to the normal temp . . . not too bad.
As it started warming up, I put Wyatt in a warm bath and started his night time routine . . . except that I'm not sure what his routine is anymore.
We had to cut out bathtime for several days after the surgery . . . then we were thrown off by the snow storm . . . and now this . . .I just want my normal level of stress back.
Scott called me and asked if I had set the thermostat really low since I wouldn't be home. I told him that I had programmed it to act as if I was home because I knew he would be catching up on some sleep since he plowed snow until 2:30 in the morning.
It became apparent that we needed to call someone about our furnace since the thermostat was set on 72 and it was 66 in the house.
First the bad news . . . we needed to get our furnace fixed. . . well, duh!
Then more bad news . . . we would need a new furnace.
I asked if we could get it done today . . .the answer was yes but it probably wouldn't be done until 7 pm last night.
That's ok. Scott made arrangements for the grandparents to keep Wyatt a little longer and the process got started.
They got the furnace in around 6 . . .we were doing great . . . ahead of schedule. Then, they discovered we were also basically out of propane.
I called the after hours emergency number. I waited on hold for over 5 minutes . . . and they said they would have the local driver call me.
Twenty minutes later he did. He informed me that we were supposed to check our own tank and call them when we got down to 15%. That's not the plan we were told. Obviously, if I knew we had to check it, I would have asked for instructions how to do it and would have marked it on my calendar to check it.
That didn't matter . . .I needed propane . . .right away. He said he would be here between 7:30 and 8. The grandparents showed up about 6:30. I just had them leave Wyatt. I left his jacket on.
We finally got the propane and the furnace kicked on around 8. It took about an hour for the house to get up to the normal temp . . . not too bad.
As it started warming up, I put Wyatt in a warm bath and started his night time routine . . . except that I'm not sure what his routine is anymore.
We had to cut out bathtime for several days after the surgery . . . then we were thrown off by the snow storm . . . and now this . . .I just want my normal level of stress back.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Back we go!
Today we had to go to Riley tio get Wyatt's stint out. The weather was supposed to get pretty nasty this afternoon but I felt sure we would be home by then.
We went thru two parking garages before Scott called the hospital to get directions to the right one. I had Mapquested the route, but construction on the campus threw us off.
Once we got there, we waited about five minutes in the lobbey.
Then, we waited about five minutes in the exam room before the nurse came in. She said that Wyatt has a new yeast infection . . . imagine that. She removed the stint, showed us how to care for everything and told us to make an appointment to see Dr. Rink in 3 months.
What wonderful news!
The drive home started ok, but things started to get worse. We made it home before the worst of the storm hit. But, we ended up getting probably between 4 and 5 inches.
Wyatt's pee pee is starting to look like a normal one.
We did have a funny moment with the nurse. When she took out the stint, I wanted to change his diaper.
Wyatt peed on me! It's the first time he's ever peed up and out . . . I jumped and yelped. That made Wyatt cry. Then, I started laughing . . .
We went thru two parking garages before Scott called the hospital to get directions to the right one. I had Mapquested the route, but construction on the campus threw us off.
Once we got there, we waited about five minutes in the lobbey.
Then, we waited about five minutes in the exam room before the nurse came in. She said that Wyatt has a new yeast infection . . . imagine that. She removed the stint, showed us how to care for everything and told us to make an appointment to see Dr. Rink in 3 months.
What wonderful news!
The drive home started ok, but things started to get worse. We made it home before the worst of the storm hit. But, we ended up getting probably between 4 and 5 inches.
Wyatt's pee pee is starting to look like a normal one.
We did have a funny moment with the nurse. When she took out the stint, I wanted to change his diaper.
Wyatt peed on me! It's the first time he's ever peed up and out . . . I jumped and yelped. That made Wyatt cry. Then, I started laughing . . .
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Today was Hell!
Wednesday was fine. You really couldn't tel l Wyatt had surgery if you didn't look in his diaper.
But today, nothing seems to satisfy him. I feel for the little guy. I'm doing the best I can.
But today, nothing seems to satisfy him. I feel for the little guy. I'm doing the best I can.
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