A Normal Day

It is good to be back at work today.  I feel useful again, not to my boss but to my family. 

We had a guy and his son look at our house yesterday.  They are looking into turning homes into rentals.  Our house is kinda perfect for that.  He said he would get back with us in a day or two.  I told the kids to pray that this guy is the answer to our prayers.  I turned around and all of them had their heads bowed…even Matthew!! 

Other than that it is just another day in our neighborhood.  And I’m very thankful for that

Post Op Appointment

I had my post op appointment this morning.  It went okay.  My normal doctor is on vacation so I was stuck with a guy doctor.  I don’t like guy doctors.  Growing up with years of sexual abuse does that to a person. I held back my gag reflex and was cordial.

He checked my incisions and they look great.  He checked my bruising and it is all gone.  I’m still a little sore.  That will go away with time.

I had to laugh.  He asked about my soreness.  I told him that I was pretty sore and puffy this morning but I think it is because I did too much yesterday.  He says, “Yeah, just looking at you, I could see you doing something like that.”

I asked him about how much I could lift because we could moving soon.  He told me that I could point a finger!!  Me…pointing a finger.  I was baffled with that notion.  So I asked him if I could have weight limit like a gallon of milk or something.  All he said was, “point a finger.”  Fine then.  When I told Kevin about it he just laughed at me.  It was obvious that the doctor doesn’t know me.

So I’m healing great.  I get to go back to work tomorrow.  Hallelujah!!!

Warning!!

Hell could be freezing over in just a matter of weeks…maybe months.

Apparently, my mother told my aunt that it would be a cold day in hell before she allows us to move.  Um…last time I checked I was 31 and have been living on my own for well over a decade. 

Just thought I should warn y’all.

Ex

I told Rachel’s dad we are moving 1000 miles away.  If you have read my blog long enough you would know that his is constantly bailing on his visitation weekend.  He rarely comes to her extracurricular stuff.  He pays absolutely no child support and refuses to work so he can continue that trend.

So this is the gist of the conversation: stuff in ( ) are my thoughts

Beth:  Kevin is getting relocated.

Rachel’s dad:  What does that mean?

Beth:  We are moving to *#$%@.

Rachel’s dad:  Well, I don’t know about that. (i wasn’t asking )

Beth:  We are going no matter what.  All we have left to do is sell our house and go.

Rachel’s dad:  Well, that just breaks my heart.  (now you know how she feels when you bail on your weekends with her)

Beth:  We aren’t moving to take her away from you.  We still want you to be involved in her life. (only cuz that is what she wants)

Rachel’s dad:  Then I want her for the summer then.  (She can hardly stand the weekend and you want her for 12 weeks)

Beth:  We planned to have her come up for a little while over the summer. (like 2 weeks)

Rachel’s dad:  And I want her to have a cell phone where I can call her anytime I want. (are you planning on paying for that!)

Beth:  We have the long distance plan that caps after a certain amount.  We already planned to have her call you about twice a week.  We also figured we could set her up an email where she can talk to you and email videos and pictures. 

Rachel’s dad:  Well, this is a lot to take in so I have to think about this.  (Think all you want it is not changing things)

If Rachel’s dad was totally involved with her, Kevin and I wouldn’t even consider moving.  But he is constantly breaking this little girls heart.  I feel no guilt for moving her away from him.  I think he should be happy to get the things he is going to get.  Not only that but Kevin even suggested that he could move down there too.  For Kevin to say that is huge.  He hates the man even more than I do. 

Later on in the morning, Rachel called her dad to see if he had an email address to add to her address book.  While she was on the phone with him he asked her what she thought about moving.  When she said that she wants to go and is quite excited about it.  He fell silent and whispered “ok”. 

The guy should have taken the chance to be a real father while we were giving him the opportunity.

Gone…but not forgotten

We lost two things this weekend.  Well, lost isn’t the right word.  We know where they are. 

Brandon returned home to his mom today.  Compared to two years ago, his visit was wonderful.  He has turned into an amazing young man. He was very polite, did what was asked, and was funnier than heck.  I can honestly say that I will miss him.  Soon we could be living an hour away from him though.  I know Kevin, Lauren and Austin will be stoked when that happens.  They miss him so much.

The other thing to go was our latest addition, Brutus.  He just didn’t work out.  We had tossed it around a 100 times if we should just keep trying with him.  But Friday night was the final straw and Kevin returned him to the dog pound on Saturday.  We were bummed but he was food aggressive with the girls and he was constantly peeing in the house.  And they were not accidents, they were full fledged incidents.  Unfortunately, with our house on the market now we can have him peeing in here all the time.  That is not what we want our house smelling like when we show it around.  He will do well in an only dog home that has a doggy door or a great covered, outdoor pen for him. 

Doctor Called

My doc called on Thursday.  She gave me the pathology report.  For those who aren’t good with medical jargon, a pathology report is the results of the testing they did on the organs that they removed.  She said that I had multiple hemorrahagic cysts on both ovaries.  The ovaries HAD to come out.  She was surprised that I was even able to function at the level I was.  Talk about feeling justified in my pain. 

Hemorrahagic cysts are not cancerous so there was nothing to worry about there.

She took me off the estrogen patch as well.  Just in the nick of time too.  My tummy was just starting to break out from it.  So I’m on a daily pill now.  I asked about what I had been reading about it affecting my liver.  She said that the pill and the patch would enter the liver equally.  And I can’t go without estrogen so I just go with it.  I’m on a dose that won’t require me to get my liver checked yearly and that was my main concern.

She did up the dose a smidge though.  She asked about hot flashes and she giggled a little about my description.  I can see why some men leave their wives during menopause

My doc did say that I didn’t have to come up for my post op since I was doing so well.  I pondered it and tried to call yesterday to see if they could just release me to go back to work on Monday.  But she must have started her vacation Friday because no one ever called me back.  We really need the money and waiting until Thursday to go to work just sucks

But God has gotten us through this far and I’m sure he won’t be going anywhere now

Quiet :(

Many of my bloggy friends are in St. Louis, Missouri this week.  They are attending the 11th International Fragile X Conference.  The conference happens every other year.  The location moves around the United States each time.  It is an amazing opportunity to get to attend.  So much information is shared.  The latest research, ways to work with fragile x kids, what is happening in Washington D.C., etc.  Plus fragile x families get to meet other fragile x families.  Many of us live with no one around who can empathize with our struggles so it is amazing to finally meet someone who can say, “Yeah, I totally understand.”

I make it sound like have been.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve never had a chance to attend.  I’m dying to attend the 2010 conference.  They will probably announce the date and location tomorrow night at the farewell dinner.  I just know how amazing it is from hearing everyone else talk about it

My bloggy friends will probably come back with a wealth of new information and some amazing stories.  So please check out my blogroll and go visit their sites next week.  I put a teal ribbon (signifies FXS) by the blogs that have fxs in their families. And if you deal with FXS and don’t have a ribbon please let me know.  I was working on that under the influence of oxycodone.