Thursday, September 10, 2009
I'm a fan of expendiency:
I'm a fan of expendiency:
Can we stop with all the nonsense about
Obama being a socialist, a Marxist, and a
Stalinist, and just call the man the n-word
already! Dang!
~ Dee Hill Zuganelli
Can we stop with all the nonsense about
Obama being a socialist, a Marxist, and a
Stalinist, and just call the man the n-word
already! Dang!
~ Dee Hill Zuganelli
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I'd love to ask my great-great-grandparents 'What was it like to be a slave?'
What was it like to be a slave?
I'm black. Duh :p My great grandmother on my mothers side was born a slave. If I have to go back to great-great grandparents I'd want to know all about the horrors of that life.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
I spent Friday night in the hospital!
Know how to make God laugh? Plan something. ~ Anonymous
As previously mentioned, I had a hysteroscopic myomectomy on Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Since then I have had constant pain in my right calf. I kinda figured it was a blood clot and this was confirmed by googling my symptoms. That's correct as of Tuesday of this week I knew I had a DVT- Deep Vein Thrombosis. Now here is where my normal pragmatic nature flew the coop. I didn't do anything about it until Thursday, September 3, 2009. That's right I limped around for over a week bitching about the pain and taking Motrin in hopes it would just sort of dissolve and go away on its own.
Thursday morning the pain was so intense I couldn't stand long enough to brush my teeth. I called the doc who did the surgery and left a message for her nurse. The nurse called me back within the hour and told me it sounded like a thrombosis and I had an appt. in radiology for 9:30 AM Friday at Emory to check it out.
Friday morning mom drives me into Atlanta for the ultrasound. It's a 46 mile drive door-to-door. My appt was for 9:30 AM and we were signing in at 9:10 AM, we left home at 8:30 AM! FYI-Until you have had a 79 year old woman with cataracts, who is nervous about her baby girl being sick, drive 80 mph to the hospital you don't know fear.
They had to do both legs. I guess so that they could see what normal looked like as opposed to the leg with the clot. Anyway the radiologist finished the ultrasound and asked if my doc was easy to reach? I said yes. Things moved somewhat quickly from there. Much to my chagrin, I was told I was being admitted to the hospital. Not sure why, but I just figured they would give me some pills and send me home. I was genuinely shocked to hear they needed to keep me.
They walked me upstairs to admissions, I filled out the necessary paper work. Then I was taken to the CIU which is a sort of transistional waiting area for people while they get your room ready. I was there for a few hours. They took my vitals, 7 vials of blood, and hooked up a saline IV. By 1:30 PM I was in my own room and trying to push my mom out the door. I can't speak for all cities; but you do not want to be stuck in Friday afternoon traffic in Atlanta. Add to that it was a holiday weekend and you are just pretty much screwed. I wanted mom to leave before the holiday rush hour started. It has taken us as long as 2.5 hours to get home, if we let rush hour catch us. Plus, mom sometimes gets disoriented in the city.
Why they discharged me less than 24 hours later I have no idea. They still don't know for sure why I got the blood clot. They think it might be because after the 19 day period I had in July they put me on the pill. Surgery + birth control pill can = blood clot. More importantly in my mind, I still cannot walk, stand, or sit upright with my feet on the floor for more than 5 minutes without severe pain in my right calf.
So now I have to take 5 mg of Warfarin once a day for the next 3-6 months; and Lovenox twice a day. Both are blood thinners. I dislike the Lovenox intensely because it is not a pill, but an injection which comes in a pre-loaded syringe; which I have to give myelf in the stomach twice a day. I hate needles.
About my original plans for the day: After the ultrasound I had planned on going to pick up some pantry and freezer staples at Trader Joes's, then lunch at the Majestic Diner. I was craving their chicken souvlaki gyro, which is the best I've had outside of NYC. Then we were just gonna go home, maybe swim, and relax before my cousin Malcolm (age 8)came to stay for the weekend.
As previously mentioned, I had a hysteroscopic myomectomy on Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Since then I have had constant pain in my right calf. I kinda figured it was a blood clot and this was confirmed by googling my symptoms. That's correct as of Tuesday of this week I knew I had a DVT- Deep Vein Thrombosis. Now here is where my normal pragmatic nature flew the coop. I didn't do anything about it until Thursday, September 3, 2009. That's right I limped around for over a week bitching about the pain and taking Motrin in hopes it would just sort of dissolve and go away on its own.
Thursday morning the pain was so intense I couldn't stand long enough to brush my teeth. I called the doc who did the surgery and left a message for her nurse. The nurse called me back within the hour and told me it sounded like a thrombosis and I had an appt. in radiology for 9:30 AM Friday at Emory to check it out.
Friday morning mom drives me into Atlanta for the ultrasound. It's a 46 mile drive door-to-door. My appt was for 9:30 AM and we were signing in at 9:10 AM, we left home at 8:30 AM! FYI-Until you have had a 79 year old woman with cataracts, who is nervous about her baby girl being sick, drive 80 mph to the hospital you don't know fear.
They had to do both legs. I guess so that they could see what normal looked like as opposed to the leg with the clot. Anyway the radiologist finished the ultrasound and asked if my doc was easy to reach? I said yes. Things moved somewhat quickly from there. Much to my chagrin, I was told I was being admitted to the hospital. Not sure why, but I just figured they would give me some pills and send me home. I was genuinely shocked to hear they needed to keep me.
They walked me upstairs to admissions, I filled out the necessary paper work. Then I was taken to the CIU which is a sort of transistional waiting area for people while they get your room ready. I was there for a few hours. They took my vitals, 7 vials of blood, and hooked up a saline IV. By 1:30 PM I was in my own room and trying to push my mom out the door. I can't speak for all cities; but you do not want to be stuck in Friday afternoon traffic in Atlanta. Add to that it was a holiday weekend and you are just pretty much screwed. I wanted mom to leave before the holiday rush hour started. It has taken us as long as 2.5 hours to get home, if we let rush hour catch us. Plus, mom sometimes gets disoriented in the city.
Why they discharged me less than 24 hours later I have no idea. They still don't know for sure why I got the blood clot. They think it might be because after the 19 day period I had in July they put me on the pill. Surgery + birth control pill can = blood clot. More importantly in my mind, I still cannot walk, stand, or sit upright with my feet on the floor for more than 5 minutes without severe pain in my right calf.
So now I have to take 5 mg of Warfarin once a day for the next 3-6 months; and Lovenox twice a day. Both are blood thinners. I dislike the Lovenox intensely because it is not a pill, but an injection which comes in a pre-loaded syringe; which I have to give myelf in the stomach twice a day. I hate needles.
About my original plans for the day: After the ultrasound I had planned on going to pick up some pantry and freezer staples at Trader Joes's, then lunch at the Majestic Diner. I was craving their chicken souvlaki gyro, which is the best I've had outside of NYC. Then we were just gonna go home, maybe swim, and relax before my cousin Malcolm (age 8)came to stay for the weekend.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Glad My Fertility Issues Amuse You . . . NOT!
There are NO funny jokes about infertility! Don't even try it.
In case you couldn't tell, this is gonna be a rant.
Don't tell women who want children and who have thus far been unable to have them, that we are better off without children, or to get a puppy, or that we should adopt one of the millions of orphans here and abroad. Do I look like Angelina Jolie? No, I do not! Even she gave into the hormonal urge many of us women have and gave birth to her own children. Plus, adoption is crazy expensive. Many health plans will cover all or part of infertility treatments. Nobody gives you $50,000+ to adopt.
IMHO The absolute worst thing to do or say is that, "Kids are nothing but trouble, you are better off without them." Really, I'm sorry for your children that you feel that way.
Or, and I had this happen just this week, do not give us a doll baby! Yes, that's right, one of my mothers friends at the senior center sent a one inch tall plastic baby to me via my mother with the message that "If I wanted a baby so bad here's one." WTF?!? On what planet is that appropriate behavior?
Now I know exactly how Charlotte felt on Sex and the City when she was having infertiltiy issues, and her idiot, husband Trey gave her a giant cut-out of a baby. Like that was gonna placate her. NOT!
I mean not for nothing but just because she couldn't have children and was forced to have a hysterectomy, doesn't mean I am willing to accept the same verdict without a fight. She is 80, 40 years ago doctors gave women hysterectomies like lollipops. Thankfully, today things are different.
Okay, I think I am done ranting now.
In case you couldn't tell, this is gonna be a rant.
Don't tell women who want children and who have thus far been unable to have them, that we are better off without children, or to get a puppy, or that we should adopt one of the millions of orphans here and abroad. Do I look like Angelina Jolie? No, I do not! Even she gave into the hormonal urge many of us women have and gave birth to her own children. Plus, adoption is crazy expensive. Many health plans will cover all or part of infertility treatments. Nobody gives you $50,000+ to adopt.
IMHO The absolute worst thing to do or say is that, "Kids are nothing but trouble, you are better off without them." Really, I'm sorry for your children that you feel that way.
Or, and I had this happen just this week, do not give us a doll baby! Yes, that's right, one of my mothers friends at the senior center sent a one inch tall plastic baby to me via my mother with the message that "If I wanted a baby so bad here's one." WTF?!? On what planet is that appropriate behavior?
Now I know exactly how Charlotte felt on Sex and the City when she was having infertiltiy issues, and her idiot, husband Trey gave her a giant cut-out of a baby. Like that was gonna placate her. NOT!
I mean not for nothing but just because she couldn't have children and was forced to have a hysterectomy, doesn't mean I am willing to accept the same verdict without a fight. She is 80, 40 years ago doctors gave women hysterectomies like lollipops. Thankfully, today things are different.
Okay, I think I am done ranting now.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Success! I Survived Another Hysteroscopic Myomectomy
My most recent surgery was a success, but I am in PAIN! Apparently they didn't adjust the stirrups for my long legs. So my upper, inner thighs are very sore. Last night I put some of my moms menthol scented arthiritis creme on my thighs, and I put my hot water bottle on my belly. Isn't that a lovely mental image.
My abdomen feels like I was run over by a Jeep or maybe a small pick-up truck? Doesn't matter which way I turn I can't get comfortable sitting, standing, or lying down. I was puzzled by this as the hysteroscopic myomectomy I had in May was virtually painless. The only reason I stayed in bed for 3 days then was so I could read romance novels and have mom bring me food and pamper me.
Turns out with each procedure they do, the more fragile the uterus can become. Plus there are adhesions from my previous surgeries, I should have known that.
Apparently in addition to the uterine fibroid, I had a ruptured cervical cyst, a portion of which had become lodged inside me. I swear I am a walking medical disaster area. Fortunately, I have no internal stitches, they were able to remove that stuff and cauterize the area.
My abdomen feels like I was run over by a Jeep or maybe a small pick-up truck? Doesn't matter which way I turn I can't get comfortable sitting, standing, or lying down. I was puzzled by this as the hysteroscopic myomectomy I had in May was virtually painless. The only reason I stayed in bed for 3 days then was so I could read romance novels and have mom bring me food and pamper me.
Turns out with each procedure they do, the more fragile the uterus can become. Plus there are adhesions from my previous surgeries, I should have known that.
Apparently in addition to the uterine fibroid, I had a ruptured cervical cyst, a portion of which had become lodged inside me. I swear I am a walking medical disaster area. Fortunately, I have no internal stitches, they were able to remove that stuff and cauterize the area.
Please Pray for TruckerTexman!
I've been dancing around posting this for weeks. My man is not doing well and as of Wednesday this week he is suicidal, I am at wits end trying to help him. My previous Angry Blog is now kinda null and void. I didn't realize he was breaking up with me cause he was depressed and suicidal.
I better start at the beginning, fall 2008 when he was working for J.B. Hunt he got a ticket for bobtailing through Mc Donough, GA. He was going to see his baby boy from a previous marriage. Anywho he went to court twice to fight the ticket and both times the cop didn't show up. Do y'all have any idea how hard it is to get dispatch to route you home for a court date when you are OTR? I know you do, yet he did it; and he took all the loads that no one else wanted to do it. In NJ and GA if you fight a traffic/moving violation and the cop doesn't show up they are supposed to dismiss it. They didn't do that. Apparently there was a warrant out for his arrest but he didn't know it. He has always used his parents address as his mailing address since the divorce. He never received anything in the mail from the court after his last court date in December 2008.
Fast forward to June 2009, my darling Tex was one of those that got caught in the Swift debacle a couple months ago and lost his CDL. Tex has been driving for almost 5 years so neither of us thought re-taking the test would be a big deal. He passed the written test with flying colors! When he went to take the driving portion they ran his license and found a warrant for his arrest from the bobtail ticket 9 months earlier. He was shocked! Worse because he had just spent the last week getting the rig fixed at de Boer up in Wisconsin, he was kinda broke. They sent my man to jail for 3 days and the little money he had went for the fees and such. I think that going to jail just broke his spirit.
My cousin has a rental property that had been trashed back in March, by the previous tenants. So I gave them each others numbers and he has been working on making that house liveable again since June. He is almost done. He used the money he has earned from fixing up her rental property to help out his folks financially, as he was staying with them, child support, and of course some minor repairs on his motorcycle. He also re-took the driving portion of the CDL test . . . and he failed, twice. I don't understand how he could fail it twice when he has been driving for almost 5 years and he did so well on the written test, and neither does he.
Then his mom who is on dialysis 3 days a week and needs both a kidney and a pancreas transplant went crazy and kicked him out. So he moved into his friend Danny's grandparents house along with his friend Danny. Danny was let go from de Boer after failing the test just once. It's a big house, her 8 cats have 2 rooms of their own. Well Tuesday he was down at my cousins house working on finishing it up and Danny calls and says his grandparents are kicking Tex out. He's only 29, and he's desperate and he can't seem to catch a break lately. Now it seems he has just given up on everything. He told me Thursday afternoon that he was going to kill himself. He has set up a small trust fund for his son, and is looking into the best ways to die so that he can be an organ donor. He wants as much as possible to be used to help someone else. Here I go crying again. I just can't seem to stop.
My dad doesn't believe in shacking up, but this is different. I told Tex last night to come here and stay, even if he does it in his tent. I would never forgive myself if he kills himself and I hadn't done something, anything to help him. I'm still a little weak from my surgery but I am gonna try to get down to Fayetteville where he is working on that house for my cousin today or tomorrow.
Me, mom, and my cousin have been praying for him round the clock. I'd be mighty appreciative if you all would pray for him too. He really is a good man, but he has fallen on hard times and just lost his way it seems.
I better start at the beginning, fall 2008 when he was working for J.B. Hunt he got a ticket for bobtailing through Mc Donough, GA. He was going to see his baby boy from a previous marriage. Anywho he went to court twice to fight the ticket and both times the cop didn't show up. Do y'all have any idea how hard it is to get dispatch to route you home for a court date when you are OTR? I know you do, yet he did it; and he took all the loads that no one else wanted to do it. In NJ and GA if you fight a traffic/moving violation and the cop doesn't show up they are supposed to dismiss it. They didn't do that. Apparently there was a warrant out for his arrest but he didn't know it. He has always used his parents address as his mailing address since the divorce. He never received anything in the mail from the court after his last court date in December 2008.
Fast forward to June 2009, my darling Tex was one of those that got caught in the Swift debacle a couple months ago and lost his CDL. Tex has been driving for almost 5 years so neither of us thought re-taking the test would be a big deal. He passed the written test with flying colors! When he went to take the driving portion they ran his license and found a warrant for his arrest from the bobtail ticket 9 months earlier. He was shocked! Worse because he had just spent the last week getting the rig fixed at de Boer up in Wisconsin, he was kinda broke. They sent my man to jail for 3 days and the little money he had went for the fees and such. I think that going to jail just broke his spirit.
My cousin has a rental property that had been trashed back in March, by the previous tenants. So I gave them each others numbers and he has been working on making that house liveable again since June. He is almost done. He used the money he has earned from fixing up her rental property to help out his folks financially, as he was staying with them, child support, and of course some minor repairs on his motorcycle. He also re-took the driving portion of the CDL test . . . and he failed, twice. I don't understand how he could fail it twice when he has been driving for almost 5 years and he did so well on the written test, and neither does he.
Then his mom who is on dialysis 3 days a week and needs both a kidney and a pancreas transplant went crazy and kicked him out. So he moved into his friend Danny's grandparents house along with his friend Danny. Danny was let go from de Boer after failing the test just once. It's a big house, her 8 cats have 2 rooms of their own. Well Tuesday he was down at my cousins house working on finishing it up and Danny calls and says his grandparents are kicking Tex out. He's only 29, and he's desperate and he can't seem to catch a break lately. Now it seems he has just given up on everything. He told me Thursday afternoon that he was going to kill himself. He has set up a small trust fund for his son, and is looking into the best ways to die so that he can be an organ donor. He wants as much as possible to be used to help someone else. Here I go crying again. I just can't seem to stop.
My dad doesn't believe in shacking up, but this is different. I told Tex last night to come here and stay, even if he does it in his tent. I would never forgive myself if he kills himself and I hadn't done something, anything to help him. I'm still a little weak from my surgery but I am gonna try to get down to Fayetteville where he is working on that house for my cousin today or tomorrow.
Me, mom, and my cousin have been praying for him round the clock. I'd be mighty appreciative if you all would pray for him too. He really is a good man, but he has fallen on hard times and just lost his way it seems.
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