Archive | October, 2012

Surgery, Day One

17 Oct

My Septoplasty went well this morning. My entire head hurts more than I had expected, but at least I have some good pain meds to keep my pain under control. The downside of the pain meds is that they make my nose itch. And I most certainly can’t scratch! Oh, and my nose is bleeding like a stripped out faucet. My nose is quite the overachiever in the blood flow department. Maybe it will get a big bonus at the end of the year for its hard work. ;) I am currently surrounded by dogs, bloody tissues and a bevy of medicines and bandages. It’s like an anti-vacation over here.  The climax of which will come next week when my nasal splints get pulled out. I hope there will be fireworks for the occasion.  ;]

Boomer Sooner!

16 Oct

This past weekend was amazing!  I can’t remember the last time I had a more enjoyable weekend.  My husband and I are huge OU Sooner fans.  This past Saturday was THE game of the season.  This was my first OU vs UT game and I was about to burst with excitement.  Thankfully I was not disappointed.  OU decimated UT with a final score of 63-21!  Hook that, Texas!

I love the glaring diving line between the OU and UT sections of the Cotton Bowl.  That said, I don’t know if I’d want to be standing on that line.  The smack talk at these games is pretty fierce.   Then again, the smack talk at these games are pretty fierce.  ;]

The next day we drove over to Denton, TX to walk around the square and visit some of our favorite shops there.  We absolutely love downtown Denton.  First we stopped by Recycled Books, one of our all time favorite used book stores.  Then, while Jordan continued to browse books, the kids and I walked over to Denton Square Donuts.  The square donuts there are fabulous and the owners/staff are some of the nicest people who you’ll ever meet.  Have I mentioned how much I love Denton, TX?  ;]

Oreo Square Donut!  Yum!

Smores Square Donut!  Could it hold any more toppings?

This weekend get-away was just what we needed.  Tomorrow I go in for my Septoplasty.  (Eek!)  My nose is quivering at the thought.  ;]

Stay tuned for some Nosey updates.  Wish me luck!

Oh, so it’s a *girl* house

9 Oct

 

My husband has an enormous uvula.  *eyebrow bounce*

This morning Jordan woke up with a sore throat.  After a few minutes of talking to me, he paused with this “deer in the headlights” look on his face.

My uvula feels swollen.  *pause*  It feels weird!

Of course I can’t hear the word “uvula” without thinking of that scene in Monster House where the children discover that the house is actually alive.  The carpet running up the stairs is its tongue and the chandelier is it’s uvula.  Without missing a beat, one the children exclaims:

Oh, so it’s a *girl* house.

Totally inappropriate for children, but thankfully mine aren’t old enough to catch the adult humor.  It makes me giggle every time.

All humor aside, Jordan’s uvula is actually enormous.  When he opens his mouth it lies on his tongue like a dog relaxing by a fire.  Apparently this can be caused by snoring.  (Ah-ha! ) So I was justified for poking him so much in the night.  The man snored for what seemed like an eternity last night.  He gets irritable with my when I try to poke him awake in an attempt to stop his snoring.  Funny enough, the one time that I cannon-balled the bed with my body, he didn’t wake up at all.  Hmm…

A quick Google search suggest chewing 2-3 cloves of garlic to alleviate the swelling.  Thanks, Google.  You’re ever so helpful.

On the hook this week…

8 Oct

I have stumbled across and fallen in love www.mypicot.com.  For weeks I’ve dreamed about these patterns while brushing up on my diagram symbols.  Last night I finally sat down with one the patterns and tried my hand at crocheting by a pattern instead of written instructions.  (Pattern #2030, Openwork & Lace)  I was surprised to find that it was not difficult at all!  I would have liked some notation as to the number of chains in the foundation chain, but otherwise it was a snap.  (I *may* have counted the chain symbols for the foundation chain more than a few times.  *cough, cough*)  I am also finding that I really enjoy working with super fine yarn.  Here I am using Bernat Handicrafter Crochet Thread in Fresh Fern.  The recommended hook size is 1.75 mm.  However, I went with an US Size D, 3.25 mm hook.  I’ll work my way down to the 1.75 mm once I’ve gotten better control over super fine yarn.  Baby steps, folks.  Baby steps.  ;]

(You may also notice that this lovely little swatch is positioned on top of my knees in my car.  It has turned cool here in Oklahoma which means that I spend most of my lunch hours in my car crocheting and listening to a book on tape.  My coolness knows no bounds.)

The Long Goodbye

8 Oct

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At the beginning of this year I had an UTI, everyone’s least favorite infection.  There’s nothing quite like the sensation of urinating fire. I quickly got on an antibiotic and a regimen of Sprite + Cranberry juice and assumed that everything would be fine.  And for a short while things were somewhat okay.  They weren’t perfect, but they weren’t as bad.  Hmm.  So for a few months I felt like I was on the verge of another UTI or that I had a mild case of it.  Finally things got bad enough that I went back into the doctor for what  I assumed was another bad UTI.  Unfortunately my urine sample came back clean.  This won me not another antibiotic, but a referral to a Urologist.

Let me just pause here and state that no woman wants to be subjected to any other doctor that has to poke about her nether-regions.  The annual pap smear by the Gynecologist is bad enough.  Do I really want to have to get prodded twice in one year?  That’s a negative.  (And besides, I don’t even thing Urologists tape pictures of beach scenes to the ceiling for you to look at while your lady parts are being invaded.   Sheesh.)

With dread I went to my appointment and got a thorough check-up from the Urologist which was even more unpleasant than a pap smear.  As if that is even possible.  We chatted about all the things you never want to discuss with someone other than your spouse and I even gave them a free urine sample.  (Because I’m that nice of a person.)  My Urologist diagnosed me with Interstitial Cystitis and scheduled me for a Cystoscopy to gauge the severity of my IC.

I returned a week later for the Cystoscopy with more than a moderate amount of apprehension.  I was told that only a local anesthetic was needed and that I shouldn’t worry.  Oh, that was such a lie.  That is quite possible the biggest lie ever told.  If ever you have to undergo a Cystoscopy and your doctor says that only a local anesthetic is needed, run.  Run as fast and as far away as you can.  For the love of all things, run.  I honestly would rate the pain of that procedure as worse than childbirth.  At least with childbirth you have the option of an Epidural.  With this procedure, all I had was some weak numbing gel that only “numbed” the opening of my urethra.  What about the rest of your urethra?  What about your bladder?  If you’ve been diagnosed with a painful bladder disorder, do you really want a metal tube shoved any near your unmentionables?  I think not.  Even after a rescue installation of a numbing solution into my bladder and a few injections in my backside, I was still sobbing with pain.  It was absolutely the worst experience.  It was only afterward that I learned a lot of Urologist will only perform a Cystoscopy under General Anesthesia because of the severe pain caused by the procedure.  Just my luck.

I left that day in tears with a list of prescriptions and a list of forbidden foods and drinks.  Oh my.

It’s been six months since that awful appointment and I have just now realized that I can no longer ignore my diagnosis in hopes that it will go away.  After a weekend full of coffee, hot tea, tomato-based stew & pizza, my bladder is just about ready to give up and run away.  Last night was a long, terrible night.  It was one of my worst IC flares in a while and I am still not feeling 100% today.  Thus today will be my last day of enjoying all of my forbidden goodies.  Goodbye coffee,  Goodbye, soda.  Goodbye, chocolate and tomatoes and all the other wonderful things in life that are full of flavor.

Do you or someone you know suffer from IC?  If so, I’d love to hear your story!  Especially any tips for overcoming the craving for coffee and chocolate and all the other lovely things we’re not supposed to have.  ;]

The Rules of the Game

5 Oct

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The rules of chess are whatever Jaden deems them to be. They change often, but curiously always in her favor. Hmm…

(By the way, our local library rocks!)

10 Minute Craft

5 Oct

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I’ve been wanting to experiment with smaller crochet hooks and finer “yarn.”. It took a while to gain the proper amount of tension, but once I got the hang of it, this bracelet came to life quickly. Not too shabby for a first try.  (And it compliments my freckle nicely.)