Life has become mundane and boring.....
HOORAY, I'm loving it!
The wildchild got her stitches out yesterday. Her throat is great and she is back to talking on the phone all night and random singing! It's so nice to hear her singing again. She is in 2 choirs at school and she is having a GREAT time. She actually brought home a test from school that was a perfect score! I was so excited I told her I was going to put a happy face sticker on it and put it on the fridge for everyone to see!
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Bossman stated today that he would like to start spanking again. He also stated that tomorrow he would start with a warm up, since I have a virgin butt! He also stated that he would like clean underwear and socks. Does this mean I have to do some laundry? HHHMmmmmmm..... I'll have to think about that one.
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What's up with blogroll? Has it suddenly decided to work? Have you SEEN all the blinking butterflies by my links? Blog roll has either decided to start working OR, everyone has decided to start blogging again! Either way, I'm a happy camper.
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I am IN LOVE with watching Big Brother. Am I the only one bothered with Ambers constant praying and crying? Don't get me wrong, I pray to God. I believe in God. But I don't believe that God cares that much about Big Brother. Am I the only one that thinks that Amber is giving Christians a bad name? What is the deal with kissing that necklace of hers? Furthermore, if you happened to catch Amber on the Power of 10, how does she NOT know what scrutinize mean? I'm so sick of her crying I could just scream!
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Football has started and it's off to a great start! In the first scrimmage of the season, my son, my little man, my little hunk of heaven, caught a pass! That's right, he caught a pass!
Ok, so he didn't run with it. He sort of fell on it because he didn't want to get tackled...LOL But still....HE CAUGHT it. They made about 6 yards off the play!
The first real game is this Saturday. I can't wait!
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Well, that's all I've got. Like I said earlier, life has become mundane and boring. Just the way I like it!
Sorry
SORRY I HAVEN'T BLOGGED FOR A WHILE,
MY CAR NEEDED WASHING AGAIN.
I WENT TO THE CAR WASH AND
I HAD TO HAVE THEM REWASH
THE CAR 3 TIMES...THEY KEPT MISSING SPOTS...
SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME FOR A WEEK OR SO...
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE I AM.
Off to the car wash again!!!
MY CAR NEEDED WASHING AGAIN.
I WENT TO THE CAR WASH AND
I HAD TO HAVE THEM REWASH
THE CAR 3 TIMES...THEY KEPT MISSING SPOTS...
SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME FOR A WEEK OR SO...
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE I AM.
Off to the car wash again!!!
Is there any such thing as "normal"?
The wildchild has gone back to school!
You don't know how happy this makes me. The doctor said she would have to be out all this week, but this weekend she was feeling fine. The minute she said she was bored, I KNEW she was OK!
The school is just around the corner, so if she does have a problem, I can be there in 3 minutes. I'm just so happy to see her up and about. Worrying about what to wear and how to fix her hair are things that I missed her doing. It broke my heart to see her so disappointed about not going back to school. She has been looking forward to being a senior all summer! It was just one disappointment after another.
So, finally, it looks like we are going to be normal again. (Whatever "normal" is!)
The little man is going back to school on Thursday. This is just GREAT! Seeing as how this was one of the worst summers we've ever had, I'm even MORE grateful that school is starting. I may even have to break out the back-to-school happy dance!
Bossman has made a few mentions that he might want to get back into the spanking thing. Hhhhmmmmm..... interesting! This has brought out two frames of mind.
Spanking hurts. I realize this and although it hurts, I still crave it. It still makes me feel all kinds of things that I can't explain. I LOVE feeling submissive. Spanking is the number one way to make me feel submissive. It also makes me feel more connected to Bossman. Somehow, when we incorporate spanking into our lives, our relationship is better. It's more loving. We are more in tune with each other. We seem to care more about the others feelings. We just seem to "click" better when we have spanking in our relationship.
My second thought is that having spanking in our life takes a lot more WORK! It's easy to just go about my day not worrying about things. Not worrying about making Bossman happy. I know, I should be worried about making him happy all the time, but it seems that without spanking, I just give up. I get the "who cares" attitude. I've gotten myself stuck in a rut. I don't like change. I like to know what is happening way in advance so I can plan. I want to be in control. How does a person that likes to be in control, get off on giving control to her husband?
I guess what it boils down to is this....
Relationships take work. Whether spanking is involved or not, you have to work to be happy. Not that we aren't happy, but we just aren't clicking. I guess I need spanking to put things in the right perspective.
So, I'm looking forward to starting this spanking thing again. But part of me is dreading it. Over this summer, I've gotten used to being lazy. I've been used to just doing my own thing, taking care of the kids, but not worrying about Bossman and me. With everything that has happened, we've put our relationship on the back burner. It's time to start thinking about us and our relationship. It can be so easy to get mired down in the drudgery of life. Now is the time to get out of the drudgery and start living again.
I really want to fall in love with my husband again.
Is that too much to ask?
You don't know how happy this makes me. The doctor said she would have to be out all this week, but this weekend she was feeling fine. The minute she said she was bored, I KNEW she was OK!
The school is just around the corner, so if she does have a problem, I can be there in 3 minutes. I'm just so happy to see her up and about. Worrying about what to wear and how to fix her hair are things that I missed her doing. It broke my heart to see her so disappointed about not going back to school. She has been looking forward to being a senior all summer! It was just one disappointment after another.
So, finally, it looks like we are going to be normal again. (Whatever "normal" is!)
The little man is going back to school on Thursday. This is just GREAT! Seeing as how this was one of the worst summers we've ever had, I'm even MORE grateful that school is starting. I may even have to break out the back-to-school happy dance!
Bossman has made a few mentions that he might want to get back into the spanking thing. Hhhhmmmmm..... interesting! This has brought out two frames of mind.
Spanking hurts. I realize this and although it hurts, I still crave it. It still makes me feel all kinds of things that I can't explain. I LOVE feeling submissive. Spanking is the number one way to make me feel submissive. It also makes me feel more connected to Bossman. Somehow, when we incorporate spanking into our lives, our relationship is better. It's more loving. We are more in tune with each other. We seem to care more about the others feelings. We just seem to "click" better when we have spanking in our relationship.
My second thought is that having spanking in our life takes a lot more WORK! It's easy to just go about my day not worrying about things. Not worrying about making Bossman happy. I know, I should be worried about making him happy all the time, but it seems that without spanking, I just give up. I get the "who cares" attitude. I've gotten myself stuck in a rut. I don't like change. I like to know what is happening way in advance so I can plan. I want to be in control. How does a person that likes to be in control, get off on giving control to her husband?
I guess what it boils down to is this....
Relationships take work. Whether spanking is involved or not, you have to work to be happy. Not that we aren't happy, but we just aren't clicking. I guess I need spanking to put things in the right perspective.
So, I'm looking forward to starting this spanking thing again. But part of me is dreading it. Over this summer, I've gotten used to being lazy. I've been used to just doing my own thing, taking care of the kids, but not worrying about Bossman and me. With everything that has happened, we've put our relationship on the back burner. It's time to start thinking about us and our relationship. It can be so easy to get mired down in the drudgery of life. Now is the time to get out of the drudgery and start living again.
I really want to fall in love with my husband again.
Is that too much to ask?
Home Again
So, things haven't been going so great for the wildchild. Everything was fine this weekend and we thought she was on the upswing. How wrong were we??
Monday evening, the wildchild was trying to decide what outfit to wear for the first day of school. On Sunday we managed to get a few hours of shopping in, and she just wasn't sure which outfit to wear. She had planned to spend the night at her friends on Tuesday so they could all go to school together on Wed. My, my, how things change in a matter of minutes. Actually, it was a few hours later, around 11:30 when she came in and said she was bleeding again.
Now the blood wasn't nearly as severe as it was last week. Within a matter of minutes the bleeding has stopped. Since it stopped fairly soon, we decided to wait until morning and call her doctor.
At 1:00 in the morning she came back into our room to tell us the bleeding was back. It was more than earlier, but still not as much as last week. In any case we decided to take her back to the ER.
Bossman took her in. The bleeding has stopped by the time they got there, but then it started again. Around 2:30 they got it stopped, but they decided to call in a specialist. Turns out the specialists don't come in until at least 6am. Bossman and the wildchild hung out in the ER until 6. At 6 Bossman called and said to get down there for they were admitting her and taking her to surgery. They decided to put some stitches. I arrived with the little man around 6:40. By 7am she was already in surgery.
They decided to keep her in the hospital until the following day. We got home yesterday around 1:00 in the afternoon.
Apparently, her blood count went pretty low, that is why they didn't send her home after the bleeding stopped. The doc told me yesterday that if her blood count had gotten any lower they would have had to do a blood transfusion. YIKES!
Seems the area that was bleeding was bleeding more than we thought. It was pretty far back in her throat and we are assuming that it was bleeding down her throat and she didn't even know it.
Anyway, we are home now and she is doing ok. It's a lot like starting over, her throat is very sore and she isn't really talking or eating much. It's not quite as bad as the first because it is only on one side. They are hoping she will be able to start school on Tuesday.
Of course this is all if she doesn't bleed again. They did say it takes about 4 weeks or so to get your blood count back up. So she will be extremely tired and weak, possibly light-headed, for awhile. The doc said she could take iron, but that tends to make people constipated and he would rather not risk anything else happening to her right now.
The bright side to this is, they treated us like GOLD! Apparently Bossmans complaint must have made an impression. Although she does have the rep of being the girl that passes out when given an IV, as overheard in the ER.
I hope this is the last crisis we will have. The wildchild doesn't believe she will ever get better. I'm trying really hard to keep her upbeat. I don't need her getting depressed.
Now, the fun begins. I get to fight with my insurance for them to make sure and cover all this. Because this all happened here, NOT with the doc that is 50+ miles away.
All this, and I still babysit my nephew. But I've subcontracted that job out to someone else. Think my sister will mind???
Monday evening, the wildchild was trying to decide what outfit to wear for the first day of school. On Sunday we managed to get a few hours of shopping in, and she just wasn't sure which outfit to wear. She had planned to spend the night at her friends on Tuesday so they could all go to school together on Wed. My, my, how things change in a matter of minutes. Actually, it was a few hours later, around 11:30 when she came in and said she was bleeding again.
Now the blood wasn't nearly as severe as it was last week. Within a matter of minutes the bleeding has stopped. Since it stopped fairly soon, we decided to wait until morning and call her doctor.
At 1:00 in the morning she came back into our room to tell us the bleeding was back. It was more than earlier, but still not as much as last week. In any case we decided to take her back to the ER.
Bossman took her in. The bleeding has stopped by the time they got there, but then it started again. Around 2:30 they got it stopped, but they decided to call in a specialist. Turns out the specialists don't come in until at least 6am. Bossman and the wildchild hung out in the ER until 6. At 6 Bossman called and said to get down there for they were admitting her and taking her to surgery. They decided to put some stitches. I arrived with the little man around 6:40. By 7am she was already in surgery.
They decided to keep her in the hospital until the following day. We got home yesterday around 1:00 in the afternoon.
Apparently, her blood count went pretty low, that is why they didn't send her home after the bleeding stopped. The doc told me yesterday that if her blood count had gotten any lower they would have had to do a blood transfusion. YIKES!
Seems the area that was bleeding was bleeding more than we thought. It was pretty far back in her throat and we are assuming that it was bleeding down her throat and she didn't even know it.
Anyway, we are home now and she is doing ok. It's a lot like starting over, her throat is very sore and she isn't really talking or eating much. It's not quite as bad as the first because it is only on one side. They are hoping she will be able to start school on Tuesday.
Of course this is all if she doesn't bleed again. They did say it takes about 4 weeks or so to get your blood count back up. So she will be extremely tired and weak, possibly light-headed, for awhile. The doc said she could take iron, but that tends to make people constipated and he would rather not risk anything else happening to her right now.
The bright side to this is, they treated us like GOLD! Apparently Bossmans complaint must have made an impression. Although she does have the rep of being the girl that passes out when given an IV, as overheard in the ER.
I hope this is the last crisis we will have. The wildchild doesn't believe she will ever get better. I'm trying really hard to keep her upbeat. I don't need her getting depressed.
Now, the fun begins. I get to fight with my insurance for them to make sure and cover all this. Because this all happened here, NOT with the doc that is 50+ miles away.
All this, and I still babysit my nephew. But I've subcontracted that job out to someone else. Think my sister will mind???
Just when you thought everything was better....
Just a quick update on the wildchild.
The bleeding came back. Bossman spent the night in the hospital with her and they admitted her this morning. They put her under again, and put more stitches.
She's out of surgery now, but it looks like we are back to square one. She WILL stay in the hospital today and tonight and probably come home tomorrow.
Unfortunately this means no school for her. Maybe next week if we are lucky!
Will update further later!
Thanks for any and all prayers and good wishes, my baby could use them.
HUGS!
grace
The bleeding came back. Bossman spent the night in the hospital with her and they admitted her this morning. They put her under again, and put more stitches.
She's out of surgery now, but it looks like we are back to square one. She WILL stay in the hospital today and tonight and probably come home tomorrow.
Unfortunately this means no school for her. Maybe next week if we are lucky!
Will update further later!
Thanks for any and all prayers and good wishes, my baby could use them.
HUGS!
grace
Random thoughts
Most of you know that Eva is having her surgery today. I have been thinking of her a lot. Surgery is such a scary thing. The doctors have to tell you every bad thing that could possibly go wrong. How are you suppose to relax and not worry when you have to think of all the bad stuff? Luckily, I've been over to PK's blog. She says that Eva is already out of surgery and is doing fine. I knew she would be fine, but you can't help but worry.
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My baby has spoken her first words and eaten solid foods this weekend! Why do I have a feeling that I should be writing that in her baby book??
She is finally doing better. She hasn't had any bleeding since the whole "incident". The ER director is suppose to call Bossman today to discuss what happened in the ER. Bossman relayed the story to the administration and they said the director would be calling Bossman. It's not that we are stupid. We realize that there were probably worse off people in the ER that night. I just don't like the ho-hum attitude that everyone seem to have. We didn't go there that night to buy toilet paper. Whenever someone goes to the ER, they obviously think they have a problem. It would be nice to have a little compassion. At least tell us that it's not that bad. Don't ignore the obvious blood. And don't get me started on the doctor. Since when do we take the word of a stranger and trust them to do what is best? Isn't it our job as a parent to make sure our child is getting the best treatment possible? Don't make us feel like idiots because we ask a few questions.
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Last week was the start of football! The little man has been conditioning all week and now he is sore. Bossman is the coach again only this year they have moved up a division. My little man isn't so "little" anymore. He grew 3 inches and gained more than 10 pounds this past year. For only being 9 years old, he's quite tall. That isn't surprising as I am 5'10 and Bossman is 6'4. The wildchild is 5'10 almost 5'11, so you can see, it defiantly runs in the family. How cute are little boys in football pads??? I know, footballs players aren't suppose to be CUTE. But those boys playing football is just too cute!
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Does anybody know what happened to spanking?? My blog claims to be a spanking blog. HA! I tried to go back in the archives and find the last time I got spanked. Guess what? I got bored and gave up. It just ain't happening around here. I hope that once school gets started things will get better. A woman can hope, can't she??
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School starts on Weds for the wildchild. She is a SENIOR!!! Why didn't anybody warn me how expensive it is to have a senior? I have to get senior portraits, yearbook, clothes, ASB card. Not to mention Senior announcements....
Anyway, I'm not old enough to have a senior in high school. I'm just a mere baby. Really, I AM!
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Want to make yourself feel really old? Go to myspace.com, look up people from your high school graduating class. All you have to do is type in the year you graduated and it will give you all the people that graduated from your school that year.
OMG! I saw people on there that are OLD! Seriously, I don't think I look that old. Sure, I've got a few minor wrinkles on my forehead, who wouldn't with all the worrying I do? But come ON! Some of those people look like, like, Oh, I don't know, they just look OLD! I found this guy on there that was a track star in high school. Now, he's bald, and fat. My eyes have been opened to the fact that I am in fact old. I have kids, I'm married. I'm a freakin' grown-up! Not sure when that happened, but WOW, what a shock. Someone should really warn us about these things. It seems to just sneak up on us. NOT FAIR!
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Hope you all have a good week. I'm hoping mine will be a lot quieter than last week.
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My baby has spoken her first words and eaten solid foods this weekend! Why do I have a feeling that I should be writing that in her baby book??
She is finally doing better. She hasn't had any bleeding since the whole "incident". The ER director is suppose to call Bossman today to discuss what happened in the ER. Bossman relayed the story to the administration and they said the director would be calling Bossman. It's not that we are stupid. We realize that there were probably worse off people in the ER that night. I just don't like the ho-hum attitude that everyone seem to have. We didn't go there that night to buy toilet paper. Whenever someone goes to the ER, they obviously think they have a problem. It would be nice to have a little compassion. At least tell us that it's not that bad. Don't ignore the obvious blood. And don't get me started on the doctor. Since when do we take the word of a stranger and trust them to do what is best? Isn't it our job as a parent to make sure our child is getting the best treatment possible? Don't make us feel like idiots because we ask a few questions.
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Last week was the start of football! The little man has been conditioning all week and now he is sore. Bossman is the coach again only this year they have moved up a division. My little man isn't so "little" anymore. He grew 3 inches and gained more than 10 pounds this past year. For only being 9 years old, he's quite tall. That isn't surprising as I am 5'10 and Bossman is 6'4. The wildchild is 5'10 almost 5'11, so you can see, it defiantly runs in the family. How cute are little boys in football pads??? I know, footballs players aren't suppose to be CUTE. But those boys playing football is just too cute!
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Does anybody know what happened to spanking?? My blog claims to be a spanking blog. HA! I tried to go back in the archives and find the last time I got spanked. Guess what? I got bored and gave up. It just ain't happening around here. I hope that once school gets started things will get better. A woman can hope, can't she??
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School starts on Weds for the wildchild. She is a SENIOR!!! Why didn't anybody warn me how expensive it is to have a senior? I have to get senior portraits, yearbook, clothes, ASB card. Not to mention Senior announcements....
Anyway, I'm not old enough to have a senior in high school. I'm just a mere baby. Really, I AM!
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Want to make yourself feel really old? Go to myspace.com, look up people from your high school graduating class. All you have to do is type in the year you graduated and it will give you all the people that graduated from your school that year.
OMG! I saw people on there that are OLD! Seriously, I don't think I look that old. Sure, I've got a few minor wrinkles on my forehead, who wouldn't with all the worrying I do? But come ON! Some of those people look like, like, Oh, I don't know, they just look OLD! I found this guy on there that was a track star in high school. Now, he's bald, and fat. My eyes have been opened to the fact that I am in fact old. I have kids, I'm married. I'm a freakin' grown-up! Not sure when that happened, but WOW, what a shock. Someone should really warn us about these things. It seems to just sneak up on us. NOT FAIR!
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Hope you all have a good week. I'm hoping mine will be a lot quieter than last week.
The drama continues!
WARNING: Before you read this post I should warn you, there is a lot of blood involved! Since I don't want to scare Eva, I want to warn Eva that she shouldn't really be reading this right before going to the hospital for surgery.
Consider yourselves warned!
I thought we were in the home stretch! I thought things were getting better.
I was wrong.
Around 8:30 last night, the wildchild jumped off the couch and scrambled for a piece of paper. She wrote, I'm bleeding but it's going down my throat and I can't spit it out.
Oh crap!
Then, she mad a made dash for the kitchen, it was closest, and blood started pouring out of her mouth.
Sort of like a horror show....
Only, this was real life....
and my daughter!
So, I immediately called the doctor, as this is what he told me to do.
He called right back. Thank goodness.
He said not to worry, but to take her to the ER in our town. (remember the 50+ miles?)
Bossman took her to the ER. I stayed home with the little man. This, it turns out, was a very good idea because things went from bad to worse at the ER.
Our ER has employed a security guard to man the front door. Apparently they think we are a big city and and a rent-a-cop will keep out the bad guys. They also apparently think that the rent-a-cop is also a doctor and can tell when things are an emergency.
So, when you go in, you have to fill out a paper explaining the problem so that rent-a-cop can give it to the triage nurse to determine if you are a true emergency.
Apparently, spitting up blood doesn't really matter.
So while the wildchild is spitting up blood, the r-a-c calmly and s-l-o-w-l-y walks over to give the paper to the nurse.
Now, Nurse Hatchett is busy with another patient. One that was NOT spitting up blood, I might add. Actually, this patient was on the way OUT! Nurse Hatchett, kept talking and talking and talking and ignoring r-a-c. Bossman was NOT too pleased with this little arrangement as his daughter, in case I didn't mention it before, was SPITTING UP BLOOD!
So, Bossman goes up to r-a-c and asks if we could speed things up a little. At which time r-a-c tells Bossman that pacing around the waiting room will not speed up the process!
uh, what?
Finally after about 6 minutes or so, the r-a-c hand the paper over to Nurse Hatchett. They whisper quietly with each other so Bossman can not hear what they are saying and then she finally waves them over.
Nurse Hatchett then proceeds with the standard questions, while my child is still bleeding. Who is responsible and what is your correct address seemed to be the most important questions that had to be answered IMMEDIATELY, as this was, in fact, the most important thing to know at this point!
Bossman finally said, can we speed this up, and Nurse Hatchett finally said, oh, just a few more minutes.
Oh good, just a few more minutes of bleeding out of your mouth, dear one.
Finally, they take her back. To a room with no bed, as they were full. So there was a chair. Guess what happened next?
If you said they had to wait some more...YOU were CORRECT!
Bossman then went to find SOMEONE to help our poor wildchild.
A different nurse, we'll call her Nursey Poo, cuz at least she wasn't mean, came in and took a look at the situation and then left to see how long before the doc came in.
She came back and said the wildchild was next. Did I mention there was blood coming out of my daughters mouth... still? By this time she had been bleeding for about an hour.
The doc finally comes in. You would think this would be the time to sing Hallelujah... you'd think.
The doc comes in, doesn't say much, looks down her throat and says we're going to do this and that, and then starts walking out the door. With NO explanation of anything.
Bossman wanted to know what it all meant, so he stops Doctor Evil to ask. Doc Evil tells Bossman, Do you want her here or not?
uh what?
DUH! Of course I want her here, SHES BLEEDING! Hence the blood all over the place.
Doc Evil then says, well, you are delaying her treatment by standing here talking to me!
OH REALLY????
Bossman was PISSED by then!
So, the wildchild was doing Ok, well, as OK as you can be with blood dripping out of your mouth and so he goes out to move our car and to call me, as the cell phone doesn't work in the hospital.
He calls me and tells me to call HER doc and have him call the ER to tell them what to do. So, I do that, and he runs back in to be with her.
So Nursey Poo comes in to take some blood and put in an IV. While taking the blood, the little vial thingie POPS off.
Now before I go further, I thought I would remind the audience that the wildchild is in a chair, not in a bed.
So the vial thingie POPS off and the blood starts spurting EVERYWHERE!
This is when the wildchild has had enough and decides to FAINT!
So, Bossman grabs the wildchild so she doesn't slide off the chair and the Nursey Poo tries to get some blood IN the vial.
Well, guess what people? The key to getting any attention is fainting because once you pass out, all KINDS of people want to help you. So another nurse comes in to help and someone comes in with a gurney. Then they all stand there deciding how they should get her on the gurney.
Bossman picks up the wildchild and puts her on the gurney. They bring her to a room that isn't even cleaned yet.
The IV is safely put in and the blood is finally in the vial and they give her a treatment of Epineferine.(sp) That is given through an oxygen mask. As soon as they give that to her she stops bleeding. THANK GOD!
She comes around and everything is looking good, so Bossman gives me a call.
B: Come right now.
Me: What is going on?
B: Just come right now.
Me: Are they admitting her?
B: I don't know yet, things got hairy here so please come NOW!
Me: I'm on my way.
So the little man and I high-tail it to the hospital. Mind you, I don't know all the drama yet. By the time I get there everything is good. The wildchild looks good and things are great.
Oh, and before I got there, there was a shift change. So I didn't get to meet Dr Evil or Nurse Hatchett. Too bad for me!
The new doc was GREAT! He kept asking the wildchild if everything was cool as a cat. He took great care of her and offered to let us stay there all night if we felt the need.
They gave her another dose of the meds and we waited around for an hour to make sure there were not side-effects. Bossman took the little man home. I waited around with the wildchild reading a readers digest from 2003. The wildchild tried to tell me what happened in sign language.
We got home around mid-night. Fun, fun, fun!
Bossman was really MAD. He is calling everyone he knows at that hospital and is filing all kinds of complaints! ALL KINDS! Dr. Evil and Nurse Hatchett better not meet Bossman anytime soon. Oh, the r-a-c better watch his step also. I'm just glad Bossman was there. He really took care of the wildchild. I don't know if I could have handled all that drama!
Anyway, the bleeding didn't start again, but I DID get to make the 50+ miles drive to see the real doc today.
He put a BIG, HUGE, needle down her throat to numb it, and then he sucked it, and then he cauterized it. And then it still didn't look good, so he did it again.
The wildchild was a real trooper. She said it didn't really hurt, it just was hard to breathe with his FIST in her throat. God, that girl is brave.
Well, everything is fine now. The doc doesn't expect any more bleeding and he expects her to be able to start school on Wed.
At this point, we don't expect anything!
Consider yourselves warned!
I thought we were in the home stretch! I thought things were getting better.
I was wrong.
Around 8:30 last night, the wildchild jumped off the couch and scrambled for a piece of paper. She wrote, I'm bleeding but it's going down my throat and I can't spit it out.
Oh crap!
Then, she mad a made dash for the kitchen, it was closest, and blood started pouring out of her mouth.
Sort of like a horror show....
Only, this was real life....
and my daughter!
So, I immediately called the doctor, as this is what he told me to do.
He called right back. Thank goodness.
He said not to worry, but to take her to the ER in our town. (remember the 50+ miles?)
Bossman took her to the ER. I stayed home with the little man. This, it turns out, was a very good idea because things went from bad to worse at the ER.
Our ER has employed a security guard to man the front door. Apparently they think we are a big city and and a rent-a-cop will keep out the bad guys. They also apparently think that the rent-a-cop is also a doctor and can tell when things are an emergency.
So, when you go in, you have to fill out a paper explaining the problem so that rent-a-cop can give it to the triage nurse to determine if you are a true emergency.
Apparently, spitting up blood doesn't really matter.
So while the wildchild is spitting up blood, the r-a-c calmly and s-l-o-w-l-y walks over to give the paper to the nurse.
Now, Nurse Hatchett is busy with another patient. One that was NOT spitting up blood, I might add. Actually, this patient was on the way OUT! Nurse Hatchett, kept talking and talking and talking and ignoring r-a-c. Bossman was NOT too pleased with this little arrangement as his daughter, in case I didn't mention it before, was SPITTING UP BLOOD!
So, Bossman goes up to r-a-c and asks if we could speed things up a little. At which time r-a-c tells Bossman that pacing around the waiting room will not speed up the process!
uh, what?
Finally after about 6 minutes or so, the r-a-c hand the paper over to Nurse Hatchett. They whisper quietly with each other so Bossman can not hear what they are saying and then she finally waves them over.
Nurse Hatchett then proceeds with the standard questions, while my child is still bleeding. Who is responsible and what is your correct address seemed to be the most important questions that had to be answered IMMEDIATELY, as this was, in fact, the most important thing to know at this point!
Bossman finally said, can we speed this up, and Nurse Hatchett finally said, oh, just a few more minutes.
Oh good, just a few more minutes of bleeding out of your mouth, dear one.
Finally, they take her back. To a room with no bed, as they were full. So there was a chair. Guess what happened next?
If you said they had to wait some more...YOU were CORRECT!
Bossman then went to find SOMEONE to help our poor wildchild.
A different nurse, we'll call her Nursey Poo, cuz at least she wasn't mean, came in and took a look at the situation and then left to see how long before the doc came in.
She came back and said the wildchild was next. Did I mention there was blood coming out of my daughters mouth... still? By this time she had been bleeding for about an hour.
The doc finally comes in. You would think this would be the time to sing Hallelujah... you'd think.
The doc comes in, doesn't say much, looks down her throat and says we're going to do this and that, and then starts walking out the door. With NO explanation of anything.
Bossman wanted to know what it all meant, so he stops Doctor Evil to ask. Doc Evil tells Bossman, Do you want her here or not?
uh what?
DUH! Of course I want her here, SHES BLEEDING! Hence the blood all over the place.
Doc Evil then says, well, you are delaying her treatment by standing here talking to me!
OH REALLY????
Bossman was PISSED by then!
So, the wildchild was doing Ok, well, as OK as you can be with blood dripping out of your mouth and so he goes out to move our car and to call me, as the cell phone doesn't work in the hospital.
He calls me and tells me to call HER doc and have him call the ER to tell them what to do. So, I do that, and he runs back in to be with her.
So Nursey Poo comes in to take some blood and put in an IV. While taking the blood, the little vial thingie POPS off.
Now before I go further, I thought I would remind the audience that the wildchild is in a chair, not in a bed.
So the vial thingie POPS off and the blood starts spurting EVERYWHERE!
This is when the wildchild has had enough and decides to FAINT!
So, Bossman grabs the wildchild so she doesn't slide off the chair and the Nursey Poo tries to get some blood IN the vial.
Well, guess what people? The key to getting any attention is fainting because once you pass out, all KINDS of people want to help you. So another nurse comes in to help and someone comes in with a gurney. Then they all stand there deciding how they should get her on the gurney.
Bossman picks up the wildchild and puts her on the gurney. They bring her to a room that isn't even cleaned yet.
The IV is safely put in and the blood is finally in the vial and they give her a treatment of Epineferine.(sp) That is given through an oxygen mask. As soon as they give that to her she stops bleeding. THANK GOD!
She comes around and everything is looking good, so Bossman gives me a call.
B: Come right now.
Me: What is going on?
B: Just come right now.
Me: Are they admitting her?
B: I don't know yet, things got hairy here so please come NOW!
Me: I'm on my way.
So the little man and I high-tail it to the hospital. Mind you, I don't know all the drama yet. By the time I get there everything is good. The wildchild looks good and things are great.
Oh, and before I got there, there was a shift change. So I didn't get to meet Dr Evil or Nurse Hatchett. Too bad for me!
The new doc was GREAT! He kept asking the wildchild if everything was cool as a cat. He took great care of her and offered to let us stay there all night if we felt the need.
They gave her another dose of the meds and we waited around for an hour to make sure there were not side-effects. Bossman took the little man home. I waited around with the wildchild reading a readers digest from 2003. The wildchild tried to tell me what happened in sign language.
We got home around mid-night. Fun, fun, fun!
Bossman was really MAD. He is calling everyone he knows at that hospital and is filing all kinds of complaints! ALL KINDS! Dr. Evil and Nurse Hatchett better not meet Bossman anytime soon. Oh, the r-a-c better watch his step also. I'm just glad Bossman was there. He really took care of the wildchild. I don't know if I could have handled all that drama!
Anyway, the bleeding didn't start again, but I DID get to make the 50+ miles drive to see the real doc today.
He put a BIG, HUGE, needle down her throat to numb it, and then he sucked it, and then he cauterized it. And then it still didn't look good, so he did it again.
The wildchild was a real trooper. She said it didn't really hurt, it just was hard to breathe with his FIST in her throat. God, that girl is brave.
Well, everything is fine now. The doc doesn't expect any more bleeding and he expects her to be able to start school on Wed.
At this point, we don't expect anything!
recovery, day 8
So, to say my week has been stressful is.... an understatement!
Seems that whenever I am under tremendous stress I get cold sores. I hate cold sores. Kissing is a big problem. And ugly. I feel like everyone is just staring at my lip instead of me! They are also painful and they like to crack and bleed at night when I'm asleep.
Not that I've had much sleep this past week. The wildchild has been having a few complications. Nothing major, but it has been bleeding more than normal, and I've had to take her to the ER in the middle of the night to have it checked.
Fun, fun, fun!
But, yesterday was the one week post-op appointment. Remember when I said I had to drive over 50 miles to have the surgery? Well, yesterday, we drove 50+ miles for a 10 minute appointment and then drove back!
The good news, we didn't have to wait. The healing is coming along great!
The bad news, it was still bleeding some, so they put nitrate on the spots to try and stop it. OUCH for the wildchild.
The doctor said she had record size tonsils. I thought we should put her in the ginness book of world records. She didn't find that half as amusing as I did. Party pooper!
To say this has been a quiet week, would be an understatement. She hasn't spoken since the day of the surgery. The doc says she should start talking whenever it's comfortable for her. I hope she starts talking soon! School starts exactly one week from today!
She did have to go to school today and get her schedule. Of course they couldn't find it. She went with some friends, so the lady in the office thought my daughter was deaf! She thought her friend was her interpretor! How funny! The lady had to call me to find out some info and when she told me that I started laughing. Too funny! The kids thought it was pretty funny too and started making up funny sign language.
So, other than nursing my demanding daughter back to health...I have nothing new to report.
I'm hoping to get out of this nursing outfit soon.
Calgon, take me away!
Seems that whenever I am under tremendous stress I get cold sores. I hate cold sores. Kissing is a big problem. And ugly. I feel like everyone is just staring at my lip instead of me! They are also painful and they like to crack and bleed at night when I'm asleep.
Not that I've had much sleep this past week. The wildchild has been having a few complications. Nothing major, but it has been bleeding more than normal, and I've had to take her to the ER in the middle of the night to have it checked.
Fun, fun, fun!
But, yesterday was the one week post-op appointment. Remember when I said I had to drive over 50 miles to have the surgery? Well, yesterday, we drove 50+ miles for a 10 minute appointment and then drove back!
The good news, we didn't have to wait. The healing is coming along great!
The bad news, it was still bleeding some, so they put nitrate on the spots to try and stop it. OUCH for the wildchild.
The doctor said she had record size tonsils. I thought we should put her in the ginness book of world records. She didn't find that half as amusing as I did. Party pooper!
To say this has been a quiet week, would be an understatement. She hasn't spoken since the day of the surgery. The doc says she should start talking whenever it's comfortable for her. I hope she starts talking soon! School starts exactly one week from today!
She did have to go to school today and get her schedule. Of course they couldn't find it. She went with some friends, so the lady in the office thought my daughter was deaf! She thought her friend was her interpretor! How funny! The lady had to call me to find out some info and when she told me that I started laughing. Too funny! The kids thought it was pretty funny too and started making up funny sign language.
So, other than nursing my demanding daughter back to health...I have nothing new to report.
I'm hoping to get out of this nursing outfit soon.
Calgon, take me away!
The game that wasn't
Recovery efforts are about the same, not much eating, not much drinking.
Well, the patient isn't eating or drinking. But if I was a drinking woman, I'd be pouring me a couple, BELIEVE me!
The good news is, she's taking full advantage of MOM! I've become her personal slave, changing sheets, running out to buy milkshakes that she only drinks two sips from, buying all kinds of magazines. I'm giving her all the appropriate sympathies where needed. I've dispensed all meds, I've gotten spit bowls and towels to wipe drool.
I have a greater appreciation for my favorite nurse,Theresa!
So, you've probably heard I didn't get to go to the Dodgers baseball game. (At this point I should hear lots of sympathetic noises!)
The boys did get to go, and guess who they saw???
For those of you that don't watch TV, that would be Ian Ziering.
And this would be....
Mary Hart
Did I mention my husband is the paparazzi? Apparently it's that, or he's just a stalker of anyone famous!
Of course there were no records broken by Barry Bonds that night, but the Dodgers did manage to win! Of course this blog entry would not be complete without a pic of good ole' Mr. Bonds trying to break the record.
I TOLD you those were some good seats!!!
Oh well, the boys had a blast, and they did manage to see something that is far better than all these pics combined. They managed to see Mr. Bonds with his fly down. Too bad there are NO pics of that...LOL!
Hope ya'll have a good weekend. Don't worry about me, I think I have this nursing thing all figured out.....NOT!
Well, the patient isn't eating or drinking. But if I was a drinking woman, I'd be pouring me a couple, BELIEVE me!
The good news is, she's taking full advantage of MOM! I've become her personal slave, changing sheets, running out to buy milkshakes that she only drinks two sips from, buying all kinds of magazines. I'm giving her all the appropriate sympathies where needed. I've dispensed all meds, I've gotten spit bowls and towels to wipe drool.
I have a greater appreciation for my favorite nurse,Theresa!
So, you've probably heard I didn't get to go to the Dodgers baseball game. (At this point I should hear lots of sympathetic noises!)
The boys did get to go, and guess who they saw???
For those of you that don't watch TV, that would be Ian Ziering.
And this would be....
Mary Hart
Did I mention my husband is the paparazzi? Apparently it's that, or he's just a stalker of anyone famous!
Of course there were no records broken by Barry Bonds that night, but the Dodgers did manage to win! Of course this blog entry would not be complete without a pic of good ole' Mr. Bonds trying to break the record.
I TOLD you those were some good seats!!!
Oh well, the boys had a blast, and they did manage to see something that is far better than all these pics combined. They managed to see Mr. Bonds with his fly down. Too bad there are NO pics of that...LOL!
Hope ya'll have a good weekend. Don't worry about me, I think I have this nursing thing all figured out.....NOT!
Recovery, day 3
You guys really know how to make me laugh! I having a very hard time believing that some of you have been mistaken for grandmas! Of course the wildchild was NOT happy that the nurse said we look so much a like that she thought we were sisters. NOBODY wants to look like their mom. Ok, let me rephrase that. 16 year old girls do NOT want to look ANYTHING like their mother. Poor girl!
So last night things were pretty bad. Bossman and the little man headed to the game. The wildchild would NOT come out of her room. She would NOT take pain meds! She would NOT drink or eat ANYTHING!
Now, I'm suppose to teach a class at our church for Vacation Bible School. Remember VBS when you were a kid? My parents were always sending me to ANY church that would have VBS and Sunday school buses. I've been to just about every religion. Now, I'm the adult and I'm teaching the little rugrats.
But last night I was afraid to leave the wildchild. She said she was having a hard time breathing. I called the doc on call and he assured me that this was NORMAL. After telling her that she MUST take her meds and she MUST drink or she would end up in the hospital, she finally took the pain meds. After debating back and forth about whether I should leave her, she finally yelled, OK, she didn't yell, but she wrote in all caps...GO TO CHURCH! I'LL BE FINE!
So I went. I told her if she needed me to call and the minute I saw the caller ID with her number, I would come home. I'm only 10 minutes away.
Well, I was nervous. I was hoping someone would be at the church to take my class. Unfortunately, nobody could take my class. But the wildchild didn't call.
When I got home, She was a totally different person. She had gotten up and taken a bath and she was in the living room watching the baseball game. The pain meds WORKED! DUH!
We watched a movie and then she wanted to try and eat. She said she felt like she had to learn how to swallow all over again. So after naming everything possible to eat, she decided mashed potatoes would be good. I made them room temp and she actually ATE them. After that she was a new girl. She felt sooooo much better.
She is doing much better today. She had a little bit of potatoes today, but other than that she is just doing a lot of sleeping. I think this means she's on the upside of things now!
Speaking of sleeping....I think I need a nap!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
So last night things were pretty bad. Bossman and the little man headed to the game. The wildchild would NOT come out of her room. She would NOT take pain meds! She would NOT drink or eat ANYTHING!
Now, I'm suppose to teach a class at our church for Vacation Bible School. Remember VBS when you were a kid? My parents were always sending me to ANY church that would have VBS and Sunday school buses. I've been to just about every religion. Now, I'm the adult and I'm teaching the little rugrats.
But last night I was afraid to leave the wildchild. She said she was having a hard time breathing. I called the doc on call and he assured me that this was NORMAL. After telling her that she MUST take her meds and she MUST drink or she would end up in the hospital, she finally took the pain meds. After debating back and forth about whether I should leave her, she finally yelled, OK, she didn't yell, but she wrote in all caps...GO TO CHURCH! I'LL BE FINE!
So I went. I told her if she needed me to call and the minute I saw the caller ID with her number, I would come home. I'm only 10 minutes away.
Well, I was nervous. I was hoping someone would be at the church to take my class. Unfortunately, nobody could take my class. But the wildchild didn't call.
When I got home, She was a totally different person. She had gotten up and taken a bath and she was in the living room watching the baseball game. The pain meds WORKED! DUH!
We watched a movie and then she wanted to try and eat. She said she felt like she had to learn how to swallow all over again. So after naming everything possible to eat, she decided mashed potatoes would be good. I made them room temp and she actually ATE them. After that she was a new girl. She felt sooooo much better.
She is doing much better today. She had a little bit of potatoes today, but other than that she is just doing a lot of sleeping. I think this means she's on the upside of things now!
Speaking of sleeping....I think I need a nap!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Recovery, day 2
The wildchild is holding her own, but she is miserable. She can't talk, can't swallow and eat. She is having a real hard time just taking her meds.
She doesn't even want to swallow her spit. She says standing up makes her light-headed and dizzy.
Of course, all of this is completely normal.
The hospital called today to make sure she was ok. They tell me that she is normal and that today will be one of the worst days. They tell me to make her drink. HA, easier said than done, but I'll keep trying.
Thanks again for all the well-wishes. I really appreciate it. A LOT!
I forgot to mention the best part of the whole surgery. The wildchild and I were in the pre-op room waiting for them to take her in. One of the nurses came in and asked for her mother. DUH? I'm the mother! Oh, she said she thought I was her sister!
Yippee for me. I told her she was my favorite person EVER and could we be best friends? LOL
Well, the wildchild doesn't want to watch movies and I just sent Bossman and the little man to the baseball game, so I guess I have some free time.
Opps, scratch that, the wildchild is banging on the wall. I guess I need to put my nurses hat back on!
later......
She doesn't even want to swallow her spit. She says standing up makes her light-headed and dizzy.
Of course, all of this is completely normal.
The hospital called today to make sure she was ok. They tell me that she is normal and that today will be one of the worst days. They tell me to make her drink. HA, easier said than done, but I'll keep trying.
Thanks again for all the well-wishes. I really appreciate it. A LOT!
I forgot to mention the best part of the whole surgery. The wildchild and I were in the pre-op room waiting for them to take her in. One of the nurses came in and asked for her mother. DUH? I'm the mother! Oh, she said she thought I was her sister!
Yippee for me. I told her she was my favorite person EVER and could we be best friends? LOL
Well, the wildchild doesn't want to watch movies and I just sent Bossman and the little man to the baseball game, so I guess I have some free time.
Opps, scratch that, the wildchild is banging on the wall. I guess I need to put my nurses hat back on!
later......
We're home!
Surgery went well. Other than having to wait for an hour before a nurse even came to get us from the waiting room, everything else was quick and smooth.
She is a real trooper. She's sleeping now. The pain is worse than she thought it would be, but that was to be expected. The Doc told us it would be worse than you thought.
So, the guys are going to the game tomorrow! I will stay home and watch movies with my wildchild. I just came home from the store with pudding, Popsicles, jello, yogurt smoothies and ice cream! I think the clerk thought I was just a LITTLE snack happy.
Thank you all for your well wishes. They mean a lot to me! I'm just glad it's over!
Paul, I can't believe you didn't get to eat cake on your birthday. 6 years old is an important age. How could they schedule surgery the same day as your birthday! MEAN I tell ya, just MEAN!
Love ya Paul!
She is a real trooper. She's sleeping now. The pain is worse than she thought it would be, but that was to be expected. The Doc told us it would be worse than you thought.
So, the guys are going to the game tomorrow! I will stay home and watch movies with my wildchild. I just came home from the store with pudding, Popsicles, jello, yogurt smoothies and ice cream! I think the clerk thought I was just a LITTLE snack happy.
Thank you all for your well wishes. They mean a lot to me! I'm just glad it's over!
Paul, I can't believe you didn't get to eat cake on your birthday. 6 years old is an important age. How could they schedule surgery the same day as your birthday! MEAN I tell ya, just MEAN!
Love ya Paul!
The big day
Thank you all so much for your positive comments about my new look! That was very unexpected! You all are so very sweet to me! I just love ya all!
Today is the big day! We have to be at the hospital at 7:45am. That means I'll be up by 6 and on the road by 6:30! Did I mention I'm not a morning person? BLAH!
We should be home by noon. I might even have some time to update you all on the progress. Or I'll be sleeping. We'll just have to see.
Anyway, have a terrific day. I'm sure mine will be just wonderful!
Today is the big day! We have to be at the hospital at 7:45am. That means I'll be up by 6 and on the road by 6:30! Did I mention I'm not a morning person? BLAH!
We should be home by noon. I might even have some time to update you all on the progress. Or I'll be sleeping. We'll just have to see.
Anyway, have a terrific day. I'm sure mine will be just wonderful!
The lazy way to answer comments!
Instead of commenting to the comments, I will answer you all here.
As much as I would love to think that the wildchild will be eating pizza after surgery, the doctor assures me that this will NOT be happening. Although I love all your enthusiasm, I seriously doubt the wildchild will be ready for a baseball game the day after surgery.
Seems the older you are the harder the surgery is for you. Doc says she must have zero activity for at least 10 days, but he is telling us that realistically she will probably be down for 2 weeks. Seems that the younger kids have a much easier time that teens do. The first few days we have to be careful that she doesn't start bleeding. I don't want to be at a baseball game, 3 hours away, if she starts bleeding.
So, as it stands right now, Bossman and the little man will be going to the game. The wildchild and I will stay home and watch on TV. If you happen to catch the game on TV, look for the handsome guy and the red head sitting behind home plate!
Anybody know how to deactivate that voodoo doll? Any potions or spells I can try? I know a lot of you are reading Harry Potter. Any ideas in there??
You can never be too careful!
Oh, one more thing.... Have none of you noticed my new look or do you all hate it??? Comment whore that I am, I would appreciate it if SOMEONE would mention my new look!
Don't feel guilty though. I wouldn't want anyone to feel obligated to tell me how beautiful my new template is. As a matter of fact, forget I even mentioned it.
Really, just forget all about it.
Thank you.
As much as I would love to think that the wildchild will be eating pizza after surgery, the doctor assures me that this will NOT be happening. Although I love all your enthusiasm, I seriously doubt the wildchild will be ready for a baseball game the day after surgery.
Seems the older you are the harder the surgery is for you. Doc says she must have zero activity for at least 10 days, but he is telling us that realistically she will probably be down for 2 weeks. Seems that the younger kids have a much easier time that teens do. The first few days we have to be careful that she doesn't start bleeding. I don't want to be at a baseball game, 3 hours away, if she starts bleeding.
So, as it stands right now, Bossman and the little man will be going to the game. The wildchild and I will stay home and watch on TV. If you happen to catch the game on TV, look for the handsome guy and the red head sitting behind home plate!
Anybody know how to deactivate that voodoo doll? Any potions or spells I can try? I know a lot of you are reading Harry Potter. Any ideas in there??
You can never be too careful!
Oh, one more thing.... Have none of you noticed my new look or do you all hate it??? Comment whore that I am, I would appreciate it if SOMEONE would mention my new look!
Don't feel guilty though. I wouldn't want anyone to feel obligated to tell me how beautiful my new template is. As a matter of fact, forget I even mentioned it.
Really, just forget all about it.
Thank you.
Update
Thank you all for your encouraging words and uplifting thoughts. I guess none of us are too happy with the health care system in the good ole' U - S of A. (sorry David for that 3am call, I was stressed out, I just started dialing random numbers..)
So, do you want the good news or the bad news first???
Hmmmm....
Ok, good news first. The wildchild is having the surgery on Tuesday. As in, THIS COMING TUESDAY! Yup, the 31st. Sounds good right?
Now for the bad news.
Bossman had gotten some VIP baseball tickets from a company that he does business with. These would be Dodger tickets. That would be the LA Dodgers against the San Francisco Giants. You know, the Giants with some guy named Barry Bonds, who they are still saying takes steriods, but is only 2 hits away from tying Hank Aarons record for home runs.
Anyway, we've had these tickets and have been planning to go to this game since April. Sounds like good news so far right???
The game is on August 1st.
Yep.
The day after the tonsil surgery.
Guess who doesn't get to go to the game?
With my luck, good ole' Mr. Bonds will break the record at that game.
Seriously people, whoever has the voodoo doll of me and is stabbing me in the heart repeatedly, could you please STOP!
I would appreciate it, very much.
So, do you want the good news or the bad news first???
Hmmmm....
Ok, good news first. The wildchild is having the surgery on Tuesday. As in, THIS COMING TUESDAY! Yup, the 31st. Sounds good right?
Now for the bad news.
Bossman had gotten some VIP baseball tickets from a company that he does business with. These would be Dodger tickets. That would be the LA Dodgers against the San Francisco Giants. You know, the Giants with some guy named Barry Bonds, who they are still saying takes steriods, but is only 2 hits away from tying Hank Aarons record for home runs.
Anyway, we've had these tickets and have been planning to go to this game since April. Sounds like good news so far right???
The game is on August 1st.
Yep.
The day after the tonsil surgery.
Guess who doesn't get to go to the game?
With my luck, good ole' Mr. Bonds will break the record at that game.
Seriously people, whoever has the voodoo doll of me and is stabbing me in the heart repeatedly, could you please STOP!
I would appreciate it, very much.
Go directly to hell, do NOT collect 200 dollars!
Life just isn't fair. If you have an HMO (in case Paul doesn't know, HMO is a type of health insurance), you might has well go straight to hell without collecting your 200 dollars!
I THOUGHT the wildchild was getting her tonsils out on the 6th. I THOUGHT her pre-op stuff would be tomorrow! This is what I get for thinking!
Here's the scoop. About 6 years ago, we moved to a town about 20 miles away from our home town. Our home town is a fairly small town. The town we moved to is bigger and that is where Bossman works.
Anyway, we never changed the children's pediatrician. We LOVE our pediatrician. He is awesome. He is caring and knowledgeable and doesn't make me feel like a complete idiot. We've had him since the kids were born. We decided to keep him. Driving 20 miles to the doc isn't that big of a deal, besides, my kids are usually very healthy!
So, our doc recommended an ears, nose, throat, specialist for the wildchild. Did I say recommend? I meant referred. With HMO insurance EVERYTHING has to be referred. So, he referred us to 2 doctors in the small town. He can't refer us to someone in my town because they have no contract with anyone in my town. That's fine with me, like I said it's only 20 miles away. The first doc he referred us to is booked solid until 2020. Ok, not really that long, but we were going to have to wait until the end of July. The doc called to try and get her in earlier as the tonsils are the size of golf balls. No dice. They put us on the cancellation list, but after a week of waiting the doc suggested going to another doctor. So we call referred doc number 2. This time we only have to wait a week for an open appointment! Hooray! We get in to the doc last week. He is shocked by the size of the tonsils. He rushes the surgery and everything was set.
Now, brace yourself, here comes the problem. These docs are in the small town. They have a small, but nice hospital that they do the surgery out of. Guess what?
My HMO insurance does NOT have a contract with the hospital in this town. The day after the surgery was approved, it was revoked. That's right, it was CANCELED!
WHAT?! So, after calling everyone and their brother, (if your phone rang, it was probably me) I found out that we have to start OVER. We have to go to a larger city that is 50 miles away. BUT, we have to get an appointment with the specialist first.
Who said I wanted a do-over??? I didn't.
This all happened last week. After complaining to everyone I could think of, I got an appointment for today! I'll be trekking the 50+miles to see this new specialist, so they can take 5 minutes to look down her throat and say, "Yes, Grace, the other doctors were correct, those tonsils need to be taken out." Then we will make an appointment for the surgery.
Of course, this means there will be a pre-op appointment that I will have to take her too. Did I mention that it is 50+miles away? Then there will be the actual surgery. Did I mention that I will have to drive 50+ miles for that too? Does anyone realize how much gas costs here in CA? Oh, lets see, right now, it's about 3.40 a gallon.
On top of the whole mess is the fact that she is suppose to start school on the 15th. She is going to be a senior and she will just DIE if she can't go to school on the first day. (Ok, those were her words not mine) We had the surgery scheduled so she would be done by the time school started. NOW, who knows when they will schedule it.
I did some more complaining yesterday and the lady there said she would see if we could schedule the surgery so that she won't miss school.
With the way this is going, the poor wildchild will have tonsils the size of golf-balls until she's 30.
At least by then, she can handle her OWN insurance problems!
Ahhhhh...the joy of parenting! Ain't it great?!
I THOUGHT the wildchild was getting her tonsils out on the 6th. I THOUGHT her pre-op stuff would be tomorrow! This is what I get for thinking!
Here's the scoop. About 6 years ago, we moved to a town about 20 miles away from our home town. Our home town is a fairly small town. The town we moved to is bigger and that is where Bossman works.
Anyway, we never changed the children's pediatrician. We LOVE our pediatrician. He is awesome. He is caring and knowledgeable and doesn't make me feel like a complete idiot. We've had him since the kids were born. We decided to keep him. Driving 20 miles to the doc isn't that big of a deal, besides, my kids are usually very healthy!
So, our doc recommended an ears, nose, throat, specialist for the wildchild. Did I say recommend? I meant referred. With HMO insurance EVERYTHING has to be referred. So, he referred us to 2 doctors in the small town. He can't refer us to someone in my town because they have no contract with anyone in my town. That's fine with me, like I said it's only 20 miles away. The first doc he referred us to is booked solid until 2020. Ok, not really that long, but we were going to have to wait until the end of July. The doc called to try and get her in earlier as the tonsils are the size of golf balls. No dice. They put us on the cancellation list, but after a week of waiting the doc suggested going to another doctor. So we call referred doc number 2. This time we only have to wait a week for an open appointment! Hooray! We get in to the doc last week. He is shocked by the size of the tonsils. He rushes the surgery and everything was set.
Now, brace yourself, here comes the problem. These docs are in the small town. They have a small, but nice hospital that they do the surgery out of. Guess what?
My HMO insurance does NOT have a contract with the hospital in this town. The day after the surgery was approved, it was revoked. That's right, it was CANCELED!
WHAT?! So, after calling everyone and their brother, (if your phone rang, it was probably me) I found out that we have to start OVER. We have to go to a larger city that is 50 miles away. BUT, we have to get an appointment with the specialist first.
Who said I wanted a do-over??? I didn't.
This all happened last week. After complaining to everyone I could think of, I got an appointment for today! I'll be trekking the 50+miles to see this new specialist, so they can take 5 minutes to look down her throat and say, "Yes, Grace, the other doctors were correct, those tonsils need to be taken out." Then we will make an appointment for the surgery.
Of course, this means there will be a pre-op appointment that I will have to take her too. Did I mention that it is 50+miles away? Then there will be the actual surgery. Did I mention that I will have to drive 50+ miles for that too? Does anyone realize how much gas costs here in CA? Oh, lets see, right now, it's about 3.40 a gallon.
On top of the whole mess is the fact that she is suppose to start school on the 15th. She is going to be a senior and she will just DIE if she can't go to school on the first day. (Ok, those were her words not mine) We had the surgery scheduled so she would be done by the time school started. NOW, who knows when they will schedule it.
I did some more complaining yesterday and the lady there said she would see if we could schedule the surgery so that she won't miss school.
With the way this is going, the poor wildchild will have tonsils the size of golf-balls until she's 30.
At least by then, she can handle her OWN insurance problems!
Ahhhhh...the joy of parenting! Ain't it great?!
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The good, the bad and the ugly
The good
The children spent the night and grandma's house this past Saturday night. Of course if you are anything like me, you immediately think there's a spanking in the forecast. Sorry to say, there was NO spanking in the forecast. There was a lot of spanking TALK, but as for a real live spanking, didn't happen.
Of course, now you are wondering, what's so good about that? Well, geez, let me get to the good part already!
With an evening spread before us with no children, the possibilities were endless. So we decided to be crazy and do something we never get to do. We went out to dinner! I KNOW, that may SOUND like it wasn't very crazy, but hey, we've been married for 18 years, that's about as crazy as it gets around here.
After the dinner, which was at the restaurant where we went on our very FIRST date, we decided to rent a movie. I KNOW, still not that crazy, but again, CRAZY for us. So we rented Superman returns. It was good. Not great, but not bad. I liked.
Now, comes the GOOD part. You can consider this the CRAZY part as well.
We decided to make love.
Outside.
In the back yard.
*On the trampoline.*
THERE! Is that good or crazy enough?
Oh my! That was really, really FUN!
We got a bunch of blankets and pillows and headed out the back door. We arranged the blankets and pillows in the middle of the tramp. We got very cozy under the blankets! After some touching and talking, we got down to some serious action.
Did I mention that the neighbors were having a party of some kind?
Oh, yeah, they were having a party.
We could hear some of the party guests heading out to their cars. They were talking, LOUD!
But you know, I didn't even care. I thought I would care. I thought it would be weird and I would be nervous about the whole thing, but NOPE. I was having FUN!
Ok, I'll admit, I was worried about making too much noise. So I had to keep my moaning and groaning inside. THAT was hard. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I tend to be kind of loud when having the big "O". So, I did try and keep quiet.
I think I did ok. I guess I could ask the neighbors if they heard any weird noises.
Nah...I don't want to know!
*Yes, that is our trampoline. Notice how close the neighbors house is to our fence. This was NOT the neighbors having the party. But you can see how crazy and bold we were that night!*
The bad
We were going to go to the beach yesterday. Actually, we did go to the beach yesterday. The beach looked a little like this:
Needless to say, we didn't stay at the beach very long.
The day turned out ok after all. We went to a lake that is inland and only about 30 miles from the beach. It was nice and sunny and we all got a sunburn! So, not so bad after all!
The ugly
The wildchilds tonsils are UGLY! They are as big as golf balls. We saw the doctor today and the surgery is scheduled for the 6th of August. They tell us that it only take 15 mins and she doesn't even stay in the hospital. It is an outpatient surgery and because of the new procedures there shouldn't be much pain. The doc has assured us that everything will be fine and she should be ready to start school on the 15th.
Thank you for reading the good, the bad and the ugly. Now, go shut off the computer and go make love on your trampoline! You know you want too!
The children spent the night and grandma's house this past Saturday night. Of course if you are anything like me, you immediately think there's a spanking in the forecast. Sorry to say, there was NO spanking in the forecast. There was a lot of spanking TALK, but as for a real live spanking, didn't happen.
Of course, now you are wondering, what's so good about that? Well, geez, let me get to the good part already!
With an evening spread before us with no children, the possibilities were endless. So we decided to be crazy and do something we never get to do. We went out to dinner! I KNOW, that may SOUND like it wasn't very crazy, but hey, we've been married for 18 years, that's about as crazy as it gets around here.
After the dinner, which was at the restaurant where we went on our very FIRST date, we decided to rent a movie. I KNOW, still not that crazy, but again, CRAZY for us. So we rented Superman returns. It was good. Not great, but not bad. I liked.
Now, comes the GOOD part. You can consider this the CRAZY part as well.
We decided to make love.
Outside.
In the back yard.
*On the trampoline.*
THERE! Is that good or crazy enough?
Oh my! That was really, really FUN!
We got a bunch of blankets and pillows and headed out the back door. We arranged the blankets and pillows in the middle of the tramp. We got very cozy under the blankets! After some touching and talking, we got down to some serious action.
Did I mention that the neighbors were having a party of some kind?
Oh, yeah, they were having a party.
We could hear some of the party guests heading out to their cars. They were talking, LOUD!
But you know, I didn't even care. I thought I would care. I thought it would be weird and I would be nervous about the whole thing, but NOPE. I was having FUN!
Ok, I'll admit, I was worried about making too much noise. So I had to keep my moaning and groaning inside. THAT was hard. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I tend to be kind of loud when having the big "O". So, I did try and keep quiet.
I think I did ok. I guess I could ask the neighbors if they heard any weird noises.
Nah...I don't want to know!
*Yes, that is our trampoline. Notice how close the neighbors house is to our fence. This was NOT the neighbors having the party. But you can see how crazy and bold we were that night!*
The bad
We were going to go to the beach yesterday. Actually, we did go to the beach yesterday. The beach looked a little like this:
Needless to say, we didn't stay at the beach very long.
The day turned out ok after all. We went to a lake that is inland and only about 30 miles from the beach. It was nice and sunny and we all got a sunburn! So, not so bad after all!
The ugly
The wildchilds tonsils are UGLY! They are as big as golf balls. We saw the doctor today and the surgery is scheduled for the 6th of August. They tell us that it only take 15 mins and she doesn't even stay in the hospital. It is an outpatient surgery and because of the new procedures there shouldn't be much pain. The doc has assured us that everything will be fine and she should be ready to start school on the 15th.
Thank you for reading the good, the bad and the ugly. Now, go shut off the computer and go make love on your trampoline! You know you want too!
A story written a LONG time ago!
Ok, so I’ve been slacking off. Is that such a sin? I know, as a housewife, that I’m supposed to keep up the house. I realize how lucky I am that I don’t have to go to work everyday. But can’t I take a little time off? I mean, I’m running the kids around and I think that if I don’t do the dishes or laundry that it will be ok. I mean, really, who’s it hurting? I’ll get it done soon. Besides, being on the internet and reading all the stories is much more fun than cleaning the dumb house.
Ok, so it’s hurting you. I realize you don’t have any clean socks and underwear. I guess you need those things. I know the bathroom is getting a little dirty. Do I have to clean it everyday? And the dishes. I realize the dishes are still dirty, but hey, they’ll be there tomorrow, right?
So now I’m standing in the corner of our room with my pants down around my knees. You feel I need to think about my laziness. I feel like your not being fair. You tell me to come over; it’s time for a spanking. I can’t keep my mouth shut; I have to ask “why?” Ok, ok, you don’t have to shout, I’m getting the picture. You’re not too happy with me. Ok, ok, I see your point; you like to wear clean socks and underwear everyday. Yes, yes, I guess it would help if there was a clean cup for your coffee, in the morning. Alright, I see your point about the bathroom; it really should be cleaned everyday so there aren’t a lot of germs. Yes, you’re right, what if company came over unexpectedly? How embarrassed would I be if they saw the dirty dishes and old newspapers in the living room?
Now I’m going over your knee. From my vantage point I can see the dirty clothes on the floor, glaring at me. The sheets from the bed are bunched up on the floor, making it hard to maneuver around the bedroom. Your finished talking to me, your hand is making the point very well on my behind.
Uh,oh, what now? You’ve stood me up and are leading me to the bathroom. Now you’re telling me to bend over the tub. What? Did you just say you were going to spank me in every room in the house? Surely I didn’t hear that. Ouch, now you’re spanking my bottom with my hairbrush. Oh geez, this is really starting to hurt. I hate that darn hairbrush. Oh man, with my head in the bathtub I can see this tub really has a lot of soap scum. Somebody really should clean the hair out of the drain! Ow, my bum, my poor bum. I think I’m beginning to see your point.
Whew, thank goodness you’ve stopped the assault on my behind. Now you’re leading me to the living room. I guess you weren’t kidding; you’re really going to spank me in every room in the house. Now you’ve pushed my over the couch, with my red behind nice and high. Oh no, that wasn’t your belt I heard. Yeeeeouch, yep, that’s your belt. From this vantage point, I can see what a mess this living room is. Geez, how long has it been since I’ve vacuumed the floor? Oh dear, I don’t know how much more of this my bottom can take.
Ok, I can’t see much through all my tears. Where are we off to next? Oh dear, looks like the kitchen. Now I’m being told to bend over the counter. Oh yuck, what’s this stuff on the counter? I really should have wiped the counter off this morning. Gross, the dishes don’t smell so great. I guess I should have taken the time to wash those. Oh, ouch, owie owie owie. What is that you’re using on my behind? Ow ow ow, it’s a wooden spoon, one of the few dishes still clean. Oh the sting that spoon is creating on my already sore behind, I don’t think I’ll be sitting for week.
Now where are we going? The garage? What’s in the garage? Oh, right, the washer and dryer. Bend over the dryer? Oh please, please, I think I’ve had enough! Apparently, you don’t think so, because you’ve pushed me over the washer. Ouch ouch ouch, my butt is on fire. Does that matter to you? No, you’ve got the paddle out, and have said there will be 10 swats with the paddle. What have you done to my bottom? Will I ever be able to sit again? I doubt it.
Finally, it’s all over. Have I learned my lesson? You bet! Will I slack off around the house again? Probably. But not for a long time.......
By the way, now I have to clean the house with no pants. Not that it matters much; I don’t think I could wear any anyway.
Ok, so it’s hurting you. I realize you don’t have any clean socks and underwear. I guess you need those things. I know the bathroom is getting a little dirty. Do I have to clean it everyday? And the dishes. I realize the dishes are still dirty, but hey, they’ll be there tomorrow, right?
So now I’m standing in the corner of our room with my pants down around my knees. You feel I need to think about my laziness. I feel like your not being fair. You tell me to come over; it’s time for a spanking. I can’t keep my mouth shut; I have to ask “why?” Ok, ok, you don’t have to shout, I’m getting the picture. You’re not too happy with me. Ok, ok, I see your point; you like to wear clean socks and underwear everyday. Yes, yes, I guess it would help if there was a clean cup for your coffee, in the morning. Alright, I see your point about the bathroom; it really should be cleaned everyday so there aren’t a lot of germs. Yes, you’re right, what if company came over unexpectedly? How embarrassed would I be if they saw the dirty dishes and old newspapers in the living room?
Now I’m going over your knee. From my vantage point I can see the dirty clothes on the floor, glaring at me. The sheets from the bed are bunched up on the floor, making it hard to maneuver around the bedroom. Your finished talking to me, your hand is making the point very well on my behind.
Uh,oh, what now? You’ve stood me up and are leading me to the bathroom. Now you’re telling me to bend over the tub. What? Did you just say you were going to spank me in every room in the house? Surely I didn’t hear that. Ouch, now you’re spanking my bottom with my hairbrush. Oh geez, this is really starting to hurt. I hate that darn hairbrush. Oh man, with my head in the bathtub I can see this tub really has a lot of soap scum. Somebody really should clean the hair out of the drain! Ow, my bum, my poor bum. I think I’m beginning to see your point.
Whew, thank goodness you’ve stopped the assault on my behind. Now you’re leading me to the living room. I guess you weren’t kidding; you’re really going to spank me in every room in the house. Now you’ve pushed my over the couch, with my red behind nice and high. Oh no, that wasn’t your belt I heard. Yeeeeouch, yep, that’s your belt. From this vantage point, I can see what a mess this living room is. Geez, how long has it been since I’ve vacuumed the floor? Oh dear, I don’t know how much more of this my bottom can take.
Ok, I can’t see much through all my tears. Where are we off to next? Oh dear, looks like the kitchen. Now I’m being told to bend over the counter. Oh yuck, what’s this stuff on the counter? I really should have wiped the counter off this morning. Gross, the dishes don’t smell so great. I guess I should have taken the time to wash those. Oh, ouch, owie owie owie. What is that you’re using on my behind? Ow ow ow, it’s a wooden spoon, one of the few dishes still clean. Oh the sting that spoon is creating on my already sore behind, I don’t think I’ll be sitting for week.
Now where are we going? The garage? What’s in the garage? Oh, right, the washer and dryer. Bend over the dryer? Oh please, please, I think I’ve had enough! Apparently, you don’t think so, because you’ve pushed me over the washer. Ouch ouch ouch, my butt is on fire. Does that matter to you? No, you’ve got the paddle out, and have said there will be 10 swats with the paddle. What have you done to my bottom? Will I ever be able to sit again? I doubt it.
Finally, it’s all over. Have I learned my lesson? You bet! Will I slack off around the house again? Probably. But not for a long time.......
By the way, now I have to clean the house with no pants. Not that it matters much; I don’t think I could wear any anyway.
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