Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
- Nat and I got Dad home from Santa Monica
- Emi's continued breathing treatments have seen her thru the worst part of the pneumonia
- I am now really REALLY sick.
- Got home Saturday. And it hit like a ton of bricks on Sunday nite. Felt awful.
- Worked Monday. Felt worse.
- To doc on Tuesday. Temp 104.8 and rising. Oh it was baaaaaaad =(
- I have bad pneumonia now too.
- Lu turned 11 in there somewhere too.
- For the first time today tried to make it out of the house with sis-in-law (still taking suggestions for blog names!) and barely made it home. It was going so well. And then it wasn't.
Tons of pics to post later and updates about Dad (who is doing fine.) Off to the land of Tylenol-pm, coughing every breath I take, and lots and lots of sleep.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
AFTER the breathing treatment(showing the kitty cat how to use the inhaler):
3/15/10 XRAY Report:
INDICATION: Pneumonia, not responding to therapy
FINDINGS: Upright PA and lateral views of the chest are submitted. Lung
volumes are low, decreased compared to prior study. The lungs are remarkable for significant worsening of infiltrate on the left. Involvement is more extensive
than before but remains confined to the upper lobe. The consolidation appears
more severe but that is at least partly related to volume loss. No pleural fluid
seen. The heart is normal size. The mediastinal contour is normal. The hila are
IMPRESSION: Worsening of left upper lobe infiltrate.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
- Needed to be naked
- Needed it to be quiet
- Needed to be in the sun
- Sleeping upside down in the chair
- Time of the deck with mommy. It WAS a beautiful day. We were out there for a very long while.... just soaking up the sun. Some more than others. Did you know that if you are light-complected, not wearing sun screen, EVEN in mid-March.... you WILL get sun burned? Bummer. <-- That'd be me.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Got up early. Showered and dressed myself and 3 children. Dropped Emi at Grandma's. Wrote Nat a note to take to the teacher for missed work since she was out sick all last week. Took Nat to school. Lu had an appt. Sat in the the elementary school parking lot for 1/2 hour to pay bills until the bank opened. Paid bills. Went to the bank. Went to Starbucks. Dropped off my taxes. Went to the post office. Took Lu to her doctor's appointment. Took my coffee. Got a prescription. Drove to the pharmacy. Waited for pharmacy to fill prescription... so I could give it to Lu so she could go to school. Drove Lu back to school. Walk her in, sign her in, feel incredibly scrutinized by the office staff. Go to work. Timecards. Reports. Emails. Faxes. Status. Reply. Check phone messages and inbox too. Times two... for two facilities. Print, sign, mail. Drive to hospital meetings. Take my coffee. Meetings successful. Run to car. Drive back to school to pick up Lu. Pick her up. Have quick late lunch. Drive her to another appointment. Then Me to an appointment. Then to another. Drop her with a friend. Pretty sure this is when I made it back home. In time to.... do nothing other than pee. Turn around, drive back down the mountain. Practice. Now back home. And here I am.
In a previous post I've made known that my staff can tell how my day is going, by seeing when/if my hair is up yet. Ok. Still applicable. Now, though, I'd like to add an additional element to this. Feel my coffee cup. Is it empty? Almost empty. Then you are in luck. Tonight as I make it home, my coffee from 930 this morning is more than 3/4 full. That was 12 hours ago. A LONG time ago.
This all comes following a day yesterday that included: explaining to a 10 year old and an 8 year old why some things don't turn out as they should. Why we have to keep moving. Keep making good choices for ourselves and others. Keep our heads above water. Keep our mouths shut a good majority of the time, and opening them when we would otherwise be scared to. Life is tough. And hard. And usually it hurts, and I just don't know why. I hope it all makes sense later, but for now, this is it..... draw on your strengths, lean on each other, speak from your love and never your anger. Other people will talk and talk and talk and try to tell you what to do; they'll weasel their way in. But their wise words never stopped the bleeding.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Me: I don't know. maybe in my desk at home? maybe desk drawer?
Nat: mom it wasnt werking, u sed you were going to try an fix it an tak it to get fixd.
Me: I remember we had that conversation but I wanted to look at it first. I haven't worked on it yet. we can look when I get home.
Nat: Can you look in the front of the car?
Me: It's not there lovie. sorry. didn't you and lu both taken them to grandmas last week?
Nat: No mom. you took it. war is it.
Me: Nat- I dont know. I didn't take it. It's not in the car. Can u call granma and see if you left it there?
Nat: Mom WAR IS IT. That is all I am ascing for