July 26, 2016

July Blows.

I've decided that I hate July.

I, of course, am having a little relapse. Which, naturally, is making me want to chop my head off and just be done with it all.

I've been doing inpatient therapy at the hospital here in town, but it's not helping quite as much as I would like. And I'm waiting for insurance approval to get an MRI of my brain and cervical spine. Except that I can tell you what you're going to find. You're going to see my brain stem LIT UP like the fourth of July on account of all the swelling. And yes, I CAN feel it. It's rather unpleasant as far as sensations go.

And oh my gosh, THE ITCHING. It's like having hundreds and thousands of fire ants marching up and down my veins. And I really don't want to sit here and complain about things, but oh my life, you guys. It hurts so bad. My whole body is swollen, especially my extremities. I can barely bend my ankles, and forget about trying to open anything. And thanks to my wonderful IV steroids, I have bulked up another few pounds. This is my body on steroids:

Steroids Day One: "Yay! Five pounds!"
Steroids Day Two: "Five more pounds... yay?"
Steroids Day Three: "Shit. Let's do 10 more pounds and pure, unadulterated rage."

Meanwhile, I'm on the hunt for my actual discs of my last couple of MRI's. My neuro has the reports, but he wants to view the actual images and compare them to the new ones. That I haven't gotten yet. Because insurance is dumb, and pre-authorizations are even dumber.

Also: Football season has begun. Daniel has his first practice today, and he has already earned the nickname "Big D", on account of his being tall and strong. (Last week, he accompanied me to a few doctor appointments, and my endocrinologist thought he was THIRTEEN. Seriously.) Cheer and tumbling begin next week for Miss Taylor, and I'm just trying to figure out the whole "eating dinner together every night" thing on this dumb schedule.

There is one good thing that I'm enjoying: my garden. It is growing so, so good, despite the sabotage attempts made by the local rabbit population. (I still theoretically like rabbits. I just like them much more stuffed. Or in dinner.)

At any rate, I am going to crawl bad in my hidey hole and pretend I didn't just get up here to complain. Then again, since I do use this here blog as a medical records sort of thing, IT COULDN'T BE MORE APPROPRIATE.

July 6, 2016

And there there were none.

GUYS: Summer camp is so fun! This week is pirates, and it's going really well. It's fun to see the dynamics of the different groups of kids. We have a few regulars, and then we have our wild card kiddos. Some groups are very chill, while others are more intense. So I overdo it on the preparedness factor, and then we move at whatever pace works best. Yesterday's group was pretty chill, which was nice.

Meanwhile, the house is very quiet, and feels strange. Daniel is still in Arizona, and Thaddeus is on Pioneer Trek. Thaddeus gets home really late Friday night, then on Saturday, Troy and the kids will head to Arizona for a week. I'm going to stay here all by my lonesome, and I'm going to make people clean BIG TIME before they leave. Then, I shall enjoy my alone time so much more.

Which makes my trip to the grocery store today a little strange. I don't want to get a ton of stuff, but I still need to feed people for a few days. I personally am not cooking next week. Well, maybe a little here and there, but not more than once a day. It's going to be magical.

Other updates.... Thaddeus is having a growth spurt, and we had to get him new shoes, church pants, socks, and even some underthings. The man-child is now wearing a Men's Size 8 in shoes, which makes his feet bigger than mine. And so it begins.... my kids are going to dwarf me any day now. In fact, if Blayne wears heels, she's the same height as me.  

Also, I'm sending Troy with a to-get list, because school crap is cheaper in Arizona, and there's a lot more stores to choose from. In Los Alamos, we're a bit restricted in our shopping choices. At any rate, I shall send him running around like a mad person, while *I* will be at home, sitting in front of a fan, eating popsicles in my underwear. (Sounds so fancy, right?)

I'll also have the computer all to myself, so I can actually get some work done! It's going to be super strange not having a child update me on how many minutes I have left.