Love Being 21

Tom took off from work for my birthday week. The weather was pretty rotten (always cold, sometimes it rained) but we had fun.We did some decluttering in the garage, went to the casino, ate out, took a trip to Hershey. We had wanted to go to the Hershey Gardens, and the driving range at the golf course but the winds were blowing at about 35mph and it felt like it was 42º, so that was out.

Someone said I was going to love being 21 and I agree. I enjoy it every year!

I hurt my left hand while doing the big shop update (my thumb*, to be exact). I’m making good use of the chiropractor and am becoming very close with a bowl of ice water.

Fingers Cubed

Once an hour, I get to plunge my hand in and hold it there until it goes as numb as my toes when I put on heels.

This won’t stop me & Jane from going to Maryland Sheep & Wool. I have a very special person to meet, since I was too sick to make our March rendezvous.

My knitting is next to me

sleeves

and I may try to do a few rounds after my next polar plunge. It’s going to be this shrug. Knitting didn’t cause the injury – tho it probably didn’t help.

Knittas gotta knit!

*Go on and click. It’s just a drawing. No icky picture of the actual muscle.

It’s time

It’s been over 11 years since I’ve had any kind of hospital procedure and my Mom was always there with me.

I’ve spoken with my GB & it said it won’t give the surgeon any trouble. I feel like such a chicken, while I’ve been very lucky with my health.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be comfy in my own bed.

Goodnight, Moon.

Sleeping Beauty

Who says I haven’t been around? Maybe you’ve just been looking for Moo, in all the wrong places (la la la, tips cowboy hat).

I realized (for the 100th time) why I haven’t been blogging…I mean other than the sadness and depression. I haven’t “worked” for Tom for about 4 years. When I did, I’d sit at the dining room table and get bored with QuickBooks…surf the web…do some blogging.

Now, I sit in my recliner with my laptop and it’s just not conducive to blogging. I don’t really go on my laptop very often. I’m using my iPad or my phone and trying to blog with those is not very flowy. Adding pictures, formatting…it’s all very fiddly and not fun.

SO!

At the end of July, I ended up in the Emergency Room. I was having a gall bladder attack but it felt like I was having a heart attack. No infection, no stones, a shot of Morphine, and a ‘scrip for Oxycodone and I was sent home. I’ve know for about 6 years that my GB (it no longer deserves to be anything more than initials) wasn’t performing well. My Gastroenterologist had sent me for testing.

What I didn’t know was I should have seen a general surgeon to have it removed. Every trip to my Gastro resulted in “Oh, those pains are your GB.” Never, “Oh, those pains are your GB and you should see a surgeon to remove it.”

I. HAD. NO. IDEA. that my Gastro Dude wasn’t THE Dude for this type of thing.

My GP finally told me when I showed up for a follow-up visit regarding my high cholesterol (don’t get me started), “You need to see a general surgeon.”

DOH!

In less than 2 weeks I’m having my GB removed. On Twitter, I’ve given it a hashtag of #BBGB2014 (Bye Bye Gall Bladder).

I’ve been pretty miserable, what with being darned afraid to eat, being nauseated, having random stomach pains and shoulder pains for the past month.

Now I’m making a list of all the things I can do while recuperating. Nevermind that I’ve been told I’ll be feeling MUCH better, right away. I’m gonna RECUPERATE. I’ll do ALL THE THINGS…from the comfort of my bed, or futon, or recliner.

OK. My word count is nearing 400. Whew, what a day! I already feel like things will be easier.

Runs off to do laundry…and by laundry, I mean knitting.

Color Affection

p.s. Don’t worry. This blog will still be non-gramatically correct, have too many commas,, and run-on sentences. It’s not going to be high-in-fiber-good-for-you nor will it be something that is meant to educate, enlighten or be newsworthy. I only aim to ramble and possibly entertain. If I ever start to get “deep”, I’m sure someone will let me know in the Comments section.

p.p.s. I like comments. 🙂

Eleven Days Ago

We were involved in a bad car accident. No accident is good but we’re lucky we didn’t take my car when we headed to Long Island.

ImageYou can hardly see me but I’m in the passenger seat, holding my ribs and trying to breath. This was the front of Tom’s car.

ImageAnd the back end. We wondered how the tailgate was still attached.

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The person hit us low and hard.

ImageThis was the front of her car, which should tell you she wasn’t slowing down for traffic.

I saw her in the side view mirror about 2 seconds before she hit us. After that it was just boom, boom, airbags, dust, boom. (Her hitting us, us hitting trailer in front of us, us hitting the cement divider after getting tossed upwards and then sliding sideways.)

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The ambulance took us away and we spent about 3 1/2 hours in an Emergency Room.

X-rays and tetanus shot for him. Blood test, IV and CT scan for me.

All in all, we left the house at 8:30am and returned at 8:45pm and never got more than 2 hours from our home. Wes yelled at us for being away so long…he had no idea that he was just lucky we came home.

I’ve got bruised ribs and a possible fractured vertebrae (still waiting for results of a second CT scan) and Tom has a cut finger (?) and a possible concussion.

We’re lucky to be alive and for that I am very thankful.

Not the best bedtime story but it has a good ending, no?

And, to all a good night.

What? How?

While Wes was busy basking in the afterglow of his daily brushing, I did something that was laughable…if it didn’t hurt so much.

I dried my hair and it caused so much pain in my upper back that I couldn’t breathe! Tom had to help me – I can’t really say “helped” because all I could do was stand – to put on my sneakers. Luckily, I was getting ready for the chiropractor so I winced my way thru the 20 minute drive and she tried to get me back to my usual, semi-normal state.

She thought I may have popped a rib (oh, seriously?!?) or it was from my nerve problems or Charlie (the name we gave my displaced vertebrae). She was very gentle and very serious when she said “I’m not kidding. This isn’t good.” I know she meant it because we’re never serious when she’s working on me. We sing to the muzak, laugh and joke.

All taped up with Happy Cow tape, I have to ice my neck – and just so you know, you can ice your neck with frozen, sliced peaches.

Desperate times call for desperate measures and all I could think was

“I can’t knit”.

 

Rainbow of Colors

By the time you read this, I’ll have already gotten up before 4am, hopped on a plane and landed in Georgia, with Jane in tow. I’ll be semi-zonked out on Dramamine and a LOVELY companion for the day. We arrive so early that the only thing for us to do will be to wander around a mall until our hotel room is ready.

Thank goodness the mall has a Starbucks. (Rox knows that Glory needs her mocha.)

Now, on to the conclusion of my hair saga…

Not exactly a rainbow but I couldn’t let that blonde stay.

One before and three after.

I kept the blue on for 6 hours and it still was a light shade of turquoise – see the tiny spot at the part, in the bottom right picture? – so then I slapped on more After Midnight Blue and…oh, what the hell…put some Vampire Red on there, too. (All Manic Panic colors)

I ended up with a cool purple, blue and red. You can’t really see the red – bottom left – because most of it is under the top layer of hair.

It’s subtle, indoors but I’m sure it’ll be more intense in the sunlight.

See? Just a hint of color.

So, this is the hair that’s going to Stitches South. Hope to see you there!