October 7, 2015

ENT Adventure

Taylor had her surgery. It went well. The post-op recovery is not so fun. Girlfriend is tired, and achy, and keeps coughing up all the bloody crap that drained into her tummy during the procedure. Plus, every time she coughs, her nose starts to bleed, but she can NOT blow her nose, no sir, her nose just has to drip, drip, drip for the next two weeks.

(Official note: Taylor had a tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and a turbinate reduction on 10/6/2015. I have to put in a note, because I won't remember this at her next check-up, and will have to search my blog for this exact note because blog = medical history.)

And since it was a sinus surgery as well as the whole tonsil/adenoid thing, she cannot do anything to raise her blood pressure for two weeks. No trampoline. No running. No being crazy at recess. She just has to take it easy for a little while.

Dr. Knight was really nice too. He goes to church with us (total fluke. There are a lot of LDS doctors here. Like, A WHOLE LOT.) and has subbed in Taylor's primary class a few times. Plus, he has kids our same ages, so we are obviously going to be good friends... eventually. For Pete's sake, we just moved here! Anyways, he gave Taylor a bag of goodies with her discharge papers. She got a chocolate nose, which she can't eat right now, unless maybe she just let the chocolate melt on her tongue first. AND! She got the cutest shirt. It's a bright, orange tee shirt and on the front it says, "Got Tonsils?" And on the back it says, "NOPE!" It's pretty cute. She also got a weird stuffy toy that the nurses called a bear. It's not quite a bear, but that's cool. It's just a weird, happy looking thing that Taylor has clutched to her bosom from the moment the pre-op nurse handed it to her. The not-bear is named Mister Blueberry Snucklesomething.

Also, we get to make the change to allergy-free eating. We have a definite seafood allergy (Thaddeus), and, although it hasn't been confirmed by allergist just yet, we have a milk allergy (Blayne). I personally notice HUGE differences in Miss Blayne when she eats milk, versus not eating it. And I am 75% positive that we have gluten issues too. Not true gluten allergies, but definite sensitivities. At any rate, our life is about to get real REAL... as in food. We get to clean out our cupboards and have a Throw-It-Out party!

October 6, 2015

October Fifth: 2015

I need a catchy name for this season of my life. Something that encompasses the whole kids at school but I have less time than ever thing. I swear, I accomplish more tasks  by 7:30 am than some people's entire day.

Meanwhile, Taylor has her surgery tomorrow. (Technically, today. I'm up late doing laundry! It's the only time I have to do it! Literally!) At any rate, Taylor has her surgery in a few hours, and to prepare, I took her to the grocery store and let her pick out a bunch of soft, mushy foods: yogurt, popsicles, mashed potatoes, puddings... that sort of thing. And we made sure to purchase some liquid pain meds, because I don't think she will be up to swallowing pills for a few days. And she picked out a big, comfy night shirt to wear. Originally, she had this whole outfit planned. I nixed it because after getting your throat and nose messed with, you don't want anything tight by your neck. She also got to pick out her very own bubble bath. I tell you what, we are THE HOUSE to recoup from surgery in.

AND Troy's birthday is this week. He's going to be thirty six. I have inquired as to what he would like to eat for his birthday dinner, and have tried to find out what kind of birthday dessert he'd like. He has not answered my pleas, therefore, he will have whatever the heck I feel like making (which is really code for: whatever I already have all the ingredients for).

I have also been trying to sell this stupid carpet that doesn't fit in our little house, and there are NO TAKERS. One lady thought she wanted it, but the carpet was not quite the right color. UGH. I just want it out of my shed. It's taking up valuable storage space.

Anyways, I'm going to try to snatch a few sleeps before our lovely hospital visit!

September 29, 2015

Sundays are NOT Restful

On Sunday, I woke up at 5:15am. On purpose. I was originally going to set my alarm to 4:30, but I said to myself, NAH. You can totally have all the things done if you sleep that extra 45 minutes.

My self was a big, fat liar.

In a nutshell, I had to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and make sure that everyone was dressed for church and ready to go by 8am. In theory, it should have been plenty of time. But it wasn't.

We left 20 minutes later than planned, and I had to finish my hair and make-up in the car.

Why? Because we were invited to speak in church up in PeƱasco, New Mexico at 10am. And it's a good hour and a half away.

Meanwhile, that morning, I was going to print out the kids talks... You know, because they were also speaking, and had written them on the computer. Except the computer decided to restart and install a bunch of updates, and I was like, "No big deal, they can write something in the car! We have plenty of time!"

Except I forgot to have them write their stuff. I forgot until we pulled IN TO the parking lot, 15 minutes before church was to start.

Luckily, I have super amazing skills, and I wrote three, three minute talks, in the parking lot. Because I'm a winner.

Immediately after sacrament meeting, we hightailed it outta there, because we had our primary program, which all four of the kids were in (for the last time! Thaddeus will be 12 next year and in Young Men's) and I was the pianist for.

So we got back on the road, and busted out our gourmet picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with a side of orange slices and pretzels. Also packed: water bottles, baby wipes, napkins, and floss. Because I plan ahead and don't enjoy people with sticky fingers and crap in their teeth.

I was also subbing as the ward organist that day, which means not only did we need to be to church on time, we needed to be EARLY, so I could play prelude music. You know, invite the spirit and all that.

By the way, I am NOT trained to play the organ, and I had no idea what to do with the pedals. But when I looked down, I realized the pedals were the same as the keyboard, and I kinda figured it out. However, it would take LOTS of practice for me to be able to play without staring at my feet. No matter though, because I received lots of compliments about how well I played, and I just smiled and said thank you. Because confidence is a key element in tricking people. Have you ever seen a cowardly con artist? NO. YOU HAVE NOT.

At any rate, by the time we got home at 4:30 in the afternoon, I was SO, SO GLAD that I had put dinner in the crockpot before we left, and so was every one else.

I'm just glad that the primary program is OVER, and that this weekend is general conference. I fully intend to go bra-less all weekend. (Don't judge. You know you'd do it too.)