Austin’s EKG came back normal. So he is released to play soccer. He was just experiencing some severe asthma attacks. So he has an inhaler that he has to use half an hour before any physical activity. And he also will need to keep that with him just in case that doesn’t work.
As for Lauren, she will have another ultrasound on the ovarian cyst on Friday afternoon.
With missed alarms, sluggish days, and many delays.
My Monday started out with me completely missing the alarm. Austin has to be at the weight room by 5 a.m. The alarm goes off at 4:30 so we have plenty of time to get him up and going. He has Osgood-Schlatter Disease and it takes him a lot longer to get moving than the other kiddos. Well, I woke up this morning around 5:10 a.m. to Matty yelling, “Mom, Mom.” I had turned off the alarm in my sleep and just kept on sleeping. Argh! Matty was yelling, “Mom,” to wake me up. So Austin missed weight room this morning. 
Even with that adrenaline rush I was still very sluggish this morning. Part of it was because I was bummed that my work out plan just isn’t going to work. I want to do a walk/run in the mornings but no one can/wants to go with me. My dogs aren’t as fierce as they should be and I’m scared to go by myself. I’m only a wee thing. It’s not hard to pick me up off the street and run with me. So I’m trying to figure out a different kind of plan which will probably involve the treadmill (blah!).
I did finally get up and get moving. Today I have to turn in library books and send back movies. So I was running around gathering all that stuff after I got ready for work. Then, I couldn’t find my van keys. Lauren had left them in the back of the van when she was trying to figure out how to turn the seat backwards on the 4th of July. Thankfully, the commute to work was uneventful!
Once I got to work the drama began again. I had to reschedule the kids’ doc appts for tomorrow because I can’t afford it this week. Well, it is now August 25!! Matty is due for a shot before school so I don’t know how that is going to work, and at the moment I don’t really care. School starts here around August 17 so it will be after that day. When I register him I’ll see about a grace period.
Then our doctor called with information on Lauren and Austin. Austin’s stress test came back fine but they are still waiting on the EKG. Lauren, on the other hand, got her anxiety meds doubled and they want to run another ultrasound on the cyst.
And I won’t get into the work drama. But I can say that I’m ready for lunch!! 
No, its not me this time. This time it is Lauren. We got the results of her 
ultrasound yesterday. She has a small cyst on her left ovary. She is a little freaked out. It’s perfectly understandable after watching what her bio mom and I both went through. And we ultimately had to have hysterectomies. So I am sure she is worried that is going to be her fate. To be 17 and having that looming over her head is probably really scary. I know I would be freaked out.
Her cyst is a pretty common thing. Taking care of it will be an easy process as well. She will be on the pill for the next six months to get her body in sync. The doc thinks that that is what is causing her cyst. Then at the end of December she will go back in for another ultrasound to see if it worked or not.
In the mean time this girl is ‘tude city. I never in my wildest dreams thought that the 14 year old attitude would creep back into our lives until Rachel got 
there. But no! Our 17 year old is a mess. I don’t know if it is all the “adult” changes going on with school, college, friends, health, etc. But whatever it is needs to stop or else she is sleeping in the backyard in a tent for a while 
I will have surgery on July 17 to have my ovaries removed. Not much else to say.
My appointment went as expected…well except for Austin. He got to leave with a Tdap shot and a frozen wart. Lucky kid.
I mentioned my cyst and explained what my ob-gyn said. She said in no uncertain terms to cut those ovaries out of there. Both of them. Since the right one is referring pain to the left one it is time to let them go. Fine then. I concede. Unlike Hilary Clinton, I will face reality, not drag on forever, waste unnecessary money and concede. If she wants to take them out, I will let them go.
And I already take a Zoloft a day so what’s one more pill. Right. Right?
I figured if I used cheerful words for a title I wouldn’t feel so disappointed. It didn’t work. Today is day 6 of being completely down with these cysts. I HAVE to go into town today though. So I really have to take it easy. Kevin, the teens, and I have new patient establishment appointments with new doctor. Our old one retired. One good thing about this is it gives me the opportunity to ask and see what the new doctor says my options are for the cyst. I know my ob-gyn is the best in this very large area but second opinions never hurt and give me something to research.
So since I have spent the past 5 days in bed I really don’t have a lot of interesting things to blog about. We’ve just been enjoying the air conditioning and some movie rentals. BTW….”I am Legend” made me scream so many times!! I loved it. Nothing has freaked me out like that in years
Usually Friday the 13th comes and goes with no hitches. That was not the case today.
It started like the past two days did, with sharp lower abdominal pains. There was no way I was going to be able to make it to work. Lauren and I had an appointment this morning to see the eye doctor. Since I had to drive I had to take and IB800 and hope it would keep the pain to a dull roar.
Because I was hurting, going to town was really tough. And because of gas prices I really needed to make the trip worthwhile. So I took Rachel with Lauren and I so I would have extra hands to help me with a smidge of extremely necessary shopping.
I got to town a smidge early for the appointment so I was able to knock one chore out of the way. I had to run by Walgreens and pick up the families prescriptions. Luckily, that is a drive through. Pretty simple.
The eye doctor wasn’t so simple. We waited forever! And the doctors chairs were so hard. I finally had Lauren switch me chairs just for a different kind of cushion on my tush. Right after we switched the doctor finally came in. Once we left I saw that we were in there less than 45 minutes. I think because I was hurting that it felt like it had been so much longer.
Next up was Petco. The turtle light isn’t working and it’s time to change their substrate. I got all of that and was okay. What rocked my world was Wal-mart. Yes, I’m in pain because of ovarian cysts and I went to Wal-mart. No one ever said I was intelligent but they have said that I’m determined. And I was determined to save myself and my family a trip into town tomorrow.
I got most of what I needed. If I couldn’t find it or it wasn’t on my list I forgot it.
And when I’m feeling like this I’m a horrible parent. I will let my children walk all over me. And I don’t care. I hate myself as a parent when I’m like this. So when I happily headed for the checkout line the girls started whining that they didn’t get to shop for themselves.
Fudge-nuts (not the actual word I used).
Lauren had birthday money she wanted to spend. I told them that I was heading the checkout and they better be in the van when I drove away from the store. Rachel was a little concerned that I would make them live in the Walmart like the girl in Where the Heart Is. I texted Lauren to let her know that I was in Aisle 8 and then texted her again that I was checking out. Surprisingly, they made it before I was fully checked out. I was actually impressed. Guess Wal-mart is not a desirable place to live.
I got home, had the kids unload the van and put away the groceries. I took a Lortab and crashed out. Unfortunately, when I woke up I learned that Tim Russert had passed away. I’m not huge into politics, but when something interesting or crucial was going on, I knew he would get us the real answers. Anytime there is someone out there that is trying to use his talent to help others dies, it breaks my heart.
When I woke up I learned that Kevin had called me. I called him back and learned that he had a fender bender in his work truck. Thankfully, it turned out to be a good thing. And he didn’t get into trouble. Phew.
So I’ve just been in a wierd funk the rest of the evening.
