I have an appointment tomorrow at 2:30 p.m. to see my surgeon about fixing this hernia. She wanted me to get rid of the cough before she repaired it since the cough is what brought on the hernia. Only thing is, I can't get rid of this cough. It's dramatically decreased yes, but I still have some very bad days. I think a recent bad day with the cough made the hernia worse. Since hernia's can be life threatening, I'm not going to take chances and I'm going to see her tomorrow and tell her I've seen 2 regular doctors and 1 ER doc about this cough and I've only managed to get it down to a dull roar on most days. She wanted me to see a Puliminary Specialist and said she'd call my regular doctor about getting me a referral but when I went to that doc appointment I was only given Advair and Singulair. Those medications helped a lot but now that I'm out of them... slowly the cough creeps back.
Also when you are taking Advair it says to be careful because you aren't as fast at healing. Lovely.
So I don't know what to do. I don't know if she is going to wait and have me see a Pulminary Specialist or if she will see the hernia is worse and decide to operate. I'm not looking foward to surgery I can tell you that. Especially since my mother-in-law just had it and she's been in hte hopsital 3 times in 3 weeks with recovery complications.
I'm too young to be falling apart like this.
Let us not even talk about weight, shall we?
Other than that life here is good. Nothing new to report. It's just the same day to day stuff. Try and sleep, get up with baby, get Kidlet when he gets off of school, work on homework, sleep. Them, not me. Heh.
Life is uncomplicated right now for the most part. Which is very, very good. It's just this darn impending surgery. Please don't let this be the first step on the road to being really old with a million health problems.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
Update...
I can't believe it has been 11 days since I have updated. I honestly don't know where the time goes. I thought that it would be easier to update here at Blogger (it is) and that I would keep
it up-to-date.
Well considering that nothing has happened worth writing about, it's a safe bet that even after 11 days, I'm still up-to-date! Like how that works? Yeah me too.
For those of you who know about a certain situation (Yes, I mean you), things are better in that area. Still only time will tell if I'll ever be able to push these feelings aside, and I am pretty positive I can.
Boy, doesn't that just make the rest of you don't know what I'm talking about dying of curiosity?? Yeah I'm sorry to do that to ya. Maybe, eventually, I'll fill everyone in on the above situation. I'm ok, things are fine, don't send search and rescue!
The "cough from hell" remains. Although, I'm not as bad as I was. The wheezing has almost stopped since I started taking Singulair and Advair. I'm almost out of samples though and I'm worried it is going to come back (the cough that is) stronger. It's still not gone enough to have surgery on my hernia though. Not that I'm in just such a rush for surgery, I know that they really should be taken care of though.
The Wee One's cold has turned into a congested cough. He's sounding much better today though. If he's improved by Wednesday when the Hunk has a day off we won't be taking him to the doc. If not, he's going right back. He was coughing so hard he was vomiting. Poor guy. I know exactly how he feels. That's what I've been doing for 4 months.
My MIL is in the hospital again, for the third time in 3 weeks. She just had colon and hernia surgery and there's been complications. Keep her in your thoughts please.
I guess that's it!
it up-to-date.
Well considering that nothing has happened worth writing about, it's a safe bet that even after 11 days, I'm still up-to-date! Like how that works? Yeah me too.
For those of you who know about a certain situation (Yes, I mean you), things are better in that area. Still only time will tell if I'll ever be able to push these feelings aside, and I am pretty positive I can.
Boy, doesn't that just make the rest of you don't know what I'm talking about dying of curiosity?? Yeah I'm sorry to do that to ya. Maybe, eventually, I'll fill everyone in on the above situation. I'm ok, things are fine, don't send search and rescue!
The "cough from hell" remains. Although, I'm not as bad as I was. The wheezing has almost stopped since I started taking Singulair and Advair. I'm almost out of samples though and I'm worried it is going to come back (the cough that is) stronger. It's still not gone enough to have surgery on my hernia though. Not that I'm in just such a rush for surgery, I know that they really should be taken care of though.
The Wee One's cold has turned into a congested cough. He's sounding much better today though. If he's improved by Wednesday when the Hunk has a day off we won't be taking him to the doc. If not, he's going right back. He was coughing so hard he was vomiting. Poor guy. I know exactly how he feels. That's what I've been doing for 4 months.
My MIL is in the hospital again, for the third time in 3 weeks. She just had colon and hernia surgery and there's been complications. Keep her in your thoughts please.
I guess that's it!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Where have I been?
Well it's been a few days since I last posted. Where have I been? I certainly don't know! Time seems to be flying by at a break-neck speed.
I had a surgical consultation about my hernia. She consulted to me that I needed surgery. She also said she wanted me to see a pulminary specialist first to find out why I've had a cough for 3 months before she does anything. She said the coughing will only return the hernia. Makes sense. So I go to the doctor's tomorrow morning at 10:15 so that that doctor can tell me which Pulminary Specialist to go to. Then make another appointment and so on and so forth.
I'm only 28 people. I feel I'm falling apart at the seams here!
The Wee One had his 1-year well baby check (more info here). It went fine, mostly. He has a cold but his ears are clear and not infected. He's dropped from the 50% to 5% though. I think from being sick the majority of his short life. I was upset by this but not because I feel any personal responsiblity (for once I have no guilt!) but just because of the situation. You want your children to thrive and grow. You don't want them to be sick to the point that they are only bigger than 5% of the population age group he's in. I know those figures mean nothing so you don't have to email me (shut your clients!), but it's just something I wish had not happened to him. I'd give anything to rid this house of germs and sickness but with the Kidlet being school age, I doubt that we'll ever get away from it. Except during the summers.
I'm beginning to understand how people can have phobias about "germ riddle children".
Did I tell y'all that we got a dwarf hamster? Oh she's the cutest thing! She's a Robo (roborovski) hamster and she's no bigger than my thumb. She'll grow to about 2". I haven't taken a picture of her yet because I'm letting her get aclimated to our house first. I'm a little worried about her though. I haven't seen her drink any water and the water level of her bottle hasn't gone down. I touched the tip and was dry so I took it out and just as I did so a drop fell out so I know it works. We'll continue to see how she does. A site about Robo Hamsters is here. As soon as she's adjusted (and not dead from dehydration) I'll take a picture of her. The Kidlet named her Caylie.
I think that is all to report! Until next time my lovelies....
I had a surgical consultation about my hernia. She consulted to me that I needed surgery. She also said she wanted me to see a pulminary specialist first to find out why I've had a cough for 3 months before she does anything. She said the coughing will only return the hernia. Makes sense. So I go to the doctor's tomorrow morning at 10:15 so that that doctor can tell me which Pulminary Specialist to go to. Then make another appointment and so on and so forth.
I'm only 28 people. I feel I'm falling apart at the seams here!
The Wee One had his 1-year well baby check (more info here). It went fine, mostly. He has a cold but his ears are clear and not infected. He's dropped from the 50% to 5% though. I think from being sick the majority of his short life. I was upset by this but not because I feel any personal responsiblity (for once I have no guilt!) but just because of the situation. You want your children to thrive and grow. You don't want them to be sick to the point that they are only bigger than 5% of the population age group he's in. I know those figures mean nothing so you don't have to email me (shut your clients!), but it's just something I wish had not happened to him. I'd give anything to rid this house of germs and sickness but with the Kidlet being school age, I doubt that we'll ever get away from it. Except during the summers.
I'm beginning to understand how people can have phobias about "germ riddle children".
Did I tell y'all that we got a dwarf hamster? Oh she's the cutest thing! She's a Robo (roborovski) hamster and she's no bigger than my thumb. She'll grow to about 2". I haven't taken a picture of her yet because I'm letting her get aclimated to our house first. I'm a little worried about her though. I haven't seen her drink any water and the water level of her bottle hasn't gone down. I touched the tip and was dry so I took it out and just as I did so a drop fell out so I know it works. We'll continue to see how she does. A site about Robo Hamsters is here. As soon as she's adjusted (and not dead from dehydration) I'll take a picture of her. The Kidlet named her Caylie.
I think that is all to report! Until next time my lovelies....
Thursday, March 03, 2005
The Doctor Visit
Well my doctor visit went better and worse than I expected. I'll get on with the better part because guys, I definitely can wait to relive the worse part.
The office was very large and had an entire toy section for children to play in as well as a very cool fish tank. I don't now how many of you know but the Hunk and I have recently bought a fish tank (The Kidlet's Christmas present, we get to do all the work.) and had a friend give us hisbastard fish. We're doing really well with keeping on up on important things like.... feeding the bastard fish, changing out the filter, and keeping up with water changes. We've only had 1 casualty out of the 3 bastard fish that were given to us. The big, ugly (cause he is) bastard fish kept attacking the little fish and the sucker fish (who by the way aren't bastards) and well, the survival of the fittest. The litle one didn't make it.
I had somewhere I was going with this. Ah, yes, a point!
As I was saying, the office was nice. I only waited about 10 minutes in the waiting room before being led to the back for the joy and thrill of being weighed. 3 lbs. higher than I thought which isn't bad but I'm not going to tell you how far (or close) it was to my original weight. Not yet anyway (and I have another diary for all that ranting anyhoo).
They took the standard medical history and I was never left alone in the exam room for more than 10 minutes at a time. Which was great considering that I was there for an hour and a half. I was given breathing tests, treatments, then redo previous breathing tests. I had my stomach checked for a hernia and the doc, who was a very nice young pregnant woman, talked a bit.
And here (amazingly) is where the doctor's office visit Gods shined down on me. She said nothing about my weight. Nothing. No paper of ultimate wisdom and all-knowing. No "looks". No lectures, warnings, judgements, informatives, or editorials. Nothing.
But fortune can only shine for a moment before I open myfat mouth and bring up my own weight. I told her that sometimes it scared me to start working out again. I felt that I was so large now that I'd surely have a heart attack. To which she replied, "Nah." Then she told me if I was still worried though, that I could schedule a full physical and they'd do all the blood tests and stress test ect. To which I thought, "Nah." and that was that.
(Ok I didn't completely think "Nah." I just thought that, as in, "Nah, I don't want to schedule that right now because I'm very happy in denial land and to force me take a train to reality land is just something that ain't going to happen until I can get this cough knocked out and I can breathe again while simply sitting.")
I did have a quite embarrassing part of the visit though. One I'm not entirely sure I want to talk about because that would require telling you way to much about my bodily functions and the fact that said bodily functions decided that they must function now and I had no choice but to make a dash for the very unprivately located bathroom that sat directly infront of the nurses desk where all the doctors of the office (there's like 5 or more I swear) walk up to and away from, and that has that little hole cut out to which only a thin sheet of tin on a hindge is placed that you might shield your cup o' urine but not any gurgling or bubbling of one's stomach. Not to mention anything else resembling the sounds of baby zerberts or raspberries. The same bathroom that has 101 thousand hand sanitizers, because God forbid you leave with one single bastard germ on your hands but, is also completely devoid of any air sanitizer. If all this wasn't enough for you, I would like to inform you of the large waist-high (or taller on shorties like me) trash can directly outside of the bathroom door where you are walking out and it (being in the usual fashion of the universe to watch me die of embarrassment) seems that there's always going to be a doctor standing right in your way so that you can't open the door enough to get around the huge-ass trash can while trying to open the door as minimally as you can and for the least amount of time that you can. Oh no, you must wait for the doctor to say he's sorry and move out fo the way all while having to open the door wider and hoping to God that the green gaseous vapor doesn't come trailing out behind you even after you shut the door and lead them straight into the exam room that you just bolted into and restrained enough to not slam the door on.
I don't think I'm going to tell you that part, because guys, that part would be embarrassing.
So, what I was told was basically I'm on steriods for 5 days. I felt much better yesterday and I feel no better this morning. I hope the rest of the three days will be improvement. If I don't have any, I need to call them back. I also have a hernia and some "lumps" that I need to see a surgeon about to evaluate further. I have a surgical consultation on Tuesday afternoon.
That was my visit all in all. I hope, please, let me this medicine work!
I can't believe that it is the one year anniversary of our car accident. To think that in 3 short little days after that terrible day, we would be bringing our new baby boy home for the first time! Reading the entry on Mar 5th, I realize I was probably feeling that way because I was about to go in labor that night!
The office was very large and had an entire toy section for children to play in as well as a very cool fish tank. I don't now how many of you know but the Hunk and I have recently bought a fish tank (The Kidlet's Christmas present, we get to do all the work.) and had a friend give us his
I had somewhere I was going with this. Ah, yes, a point!
As I was saying, the office was nice. I only waited about 10 minutes in the waiting room before being led to the back for the joy and thrill of being weighed. 3 lbs. higher than I thought which isn't bad but I'm not going to tell you how far (or close) it was to my original weight. Not yet anyway (and I have another diary for all that ranting anyhoo).
They took the standard medical history and I was never left alone in the exam room for more than 10 minutes at a time. Which was great considering that I was there for an hour and a half. I was given breathing tests, treatments, then redo previous breathing tests. I had my stomach checked for a hernia and the doc, who was a very nice young pregnant woman, talked a bit.
And here (amazingly) is where the doctor's office visit Gods shined down on me. She said nothing about my weight. Nothing. No paper of ultimate wisdom and all-knowing. No "looks". No lectures, warnings, judgements, informatives, or editorials. Nothing.
But fortune can only shine for a moment before I open my
(Ok I didn't completely think "Nah." I just thought that, as in, "Nah, I don't want to schedule that right now because I'm very happy in denial land and to force me take a train to reality land is just something that ain't going to happen until I can get this cough knocked out and I can breathe again while simply sitting.")
I did have a quite embarrassing part of the visit though. One I'm not entirely sure I want to talk about because that would require telling you way to much about my bodily functions and the fact that said bodily functions decided that they must function now and I had no choice but to make a dash for the very unprivately located bathroom that sat directly infront of the nurses desk where all the doctors of the office (there's like 5 or more I swear) walk up to and away from, and that has that little hole cut out to which only a thin sheet of tin on a hindge is placed that you might shield your cup o' urine but not any gurgling or bubbling of one's stomach. Not to mention anything else resembling the sounds of baby zerberts or raspberries. The same bathroom that has 101 thousand hand sanitizers, because God forbid you leave with one single bastard germ on your hands but, is also completely devoid of any air sanitizer. If all this wasn't enough for you, I would like to inform you of the large waist-high (or taller on shorties like me) trash can directly outside of the bathroom door where you are walking out and it (being in the usual fashion of the universe to watch me die of embarrassment) seems that there's always going to be a doctor standing right in your way so that you can't open the door enough to get around the huge-ass trash can while trying to open the door as minimally as you can and for the least amount of time that you can. Oh no, you must wait for the doctor to say he's sorry and move out fo the way all while having to open the door wider and hoping to God that the green gaseous vapor doesn't come trailing out behind you even after you shut the door and lead them straight into the exam room that you just bolted into and restrained enough to not slam the door on.
I don't think I'm going to tell you that part, because guys, that part would be embarrassing.
So, what I was told was basically I'm on steriods for 5 days. I felt much better yesterday and I feel no better this morning. I hope the rest of the three days will be improvement. If I don't have any, I need to call them back. I also have a hernia and some "lumps" that I need to see a surgeon about to evaluate further. I have a surgical consultation on Tuesday afternoon.
That was my visit all in all. I hope, please, let me this medicine work!
I can't believe that it is the one year anniversary of our car accident. To think that in 3 short little days after that terrible day, we would be bringing our new baby boy home for the first time! Reading the entry on Mar 5th, I realize I was probably feeling that way because I was about to go in labor that night!
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Sleep. Hallelujah!
I actually slept last night. Ok well it was a little bit yesterday evening and some more early this morning. The point is.... I slept!
We won't mention any pharmasueticals used in the aid of said sleep. (Ok, I took Tylenol PM and above the recommended dosage! Put that in your cake and bake it Tylenol PM people!)
Clearly, I need more sleep.
Nothing much happening today. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow with a new internal medicine doctor. I'm going to find out if I have a hernia or not and I'm going to find out why my cough is still around, why it was 98% gone with antibiotics, and why it has come back. At least that's what I hope to find out.
What I'm not hoping to find out is that I do have a hernia and that my cough will never, ever, ever, ever go away, amen. I also hope to not find out that I'm fat. Clearly doctors know that this fact must have escaped your knowledge because, well how dare you walk into their office and be overweight?? They must tell you that you are fat. They have to. You don't know it! Or why else would you be the big tub of lard they see before them. You wouldn't. It is as simple as that. So since because I'm so oblivious to the fact that I'm obese, I'm sure that this new doctor will have pity on me and give me"The Paper". You know the one... the golden paper of knowledge. The paper that will forever and always change your life. The powerful, almighty paper of truth and enlightenment of which you have never before seen the likes of such wisdom in your life, paper. The paper that says to stay between 1000-15000 calories a day and to exercise 3-5 times a week.
Yes! I shall hold "The Paper" of all greatness in my fat, chubby little hands. Then, I will pay the doctor for helping me see the error of my gluttonous ways, go home, look over The Paper and.....
............ feel like an even big, fat, piggy, failure.
So, anyone want to go to the doc's with me??
We won't mention any pharmasueticals used in the aid of said sleep. (Ok, I took Tylenol PM and above the recommended dosage! Put that in your cake and bake it Tylenol PM people!)
Clearly, I need more sleep.
Nothing much happening today. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow with a new internal medicine doctor. I'm going to find out if I have a hernia or not and I'm going to find out why my cough is still around, why it was 98% gone with antibiotics, and why it has come back. At least that's what I hope to find out.
What I'm not hoping to find out is that I do have a hernia and that my cough will never, ever, ever, ever go away, amen. I also hope to not find out that I'm fat. Clearly doctors know that this fact must have escaped your knowledge because, well how dare you walk into their office and be overweight?? They must tell you that you are fat. They have to. You don't know it! Or why else would you be the big tub of lard they see before them. You wouldn't. It is as simple as that. So since because I'm so oblivious to the fact that I'm obese, I'm sure that this new doctor will have pity on me and give me"The Paper". You know the one... the golden paper of knowledge. The paper that will forever and always change your life. The powerful, almighty paper of truth and enlightenment of which you have never before seen the likes of such wisdom in your life, paper. The paper that says to stay between 1000-15000 calories a day and to exercise 3-5 times a week.
Yes! I shall hold "The Paper" of all greatness in my fat, chubby little hands. Then, I will pay the doctor for helping me see the error of my gluttonous ways, go home, look over The Paper and.....
............ feel like an even big, fat, piggy, failure.
So, anyone want to go to the doc's with me??
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