Monday, March 31, 2008

This is not uplifting.

Life is crazy. Good (for the most part) but crazy.

I've been neglecting this little blog. I would really like to be better about it but it feels like lately I am either too busy to blog, or I have nothing good to say. Who wants to read bad news? Mostly no one I would imagine. But if I'm going to update this I can't avoid the negatives so lets get them out of the way first.

We have to go back a little actually in order to get back we go...

So we're back in November, around Thanksgiving in fact. And I find a lump (not in the mashed potatoes...)
So being the kind of person I am I freak out a little internally...and then procrastinate about going to the doctor (I know, I know. dumb.)

Now, this can either be a long drawn out story of medical ridiculousness and frustration...but let's go another route and make it short and sweet. I've had a bunch of tests done and the verdict is still out on whether or not I should be worried (of course nobody has to tell me to's just my nature). So, On Wednesday I'm having it removed.

Here's where I tell you all that I have a huge irrational fear of IV's. I HATE them. HATE. I'm not really worried about the surgery, it's fairly basic. But I'm considering amputating my own arms at the elbow to avoid the IV. But that'd probably lead to an infection which would lead to hospitalization, which inevitably means the dreaded IV. Not to mention the fact that they can stick the IV somewhere else. But in my mind IV's are always in your wrist area and in my mind I move wrong and the needle rips through my vein and jams up through my skin and I bleed everywhere.

No, it's never happened to me (obviously). I've never even heard of it happening. But still...

I guess in a way worrying about the IV has kept me from worrying about the real issue quite as much. I'm actually pretty sure it's nothing. But the something it could be sucks so much that I can't even think about it (especially since it's been left to linger for almost five months and spread wherever it would like).

So that's that. For now.

Next issue.

I've been noticing lately that when Gentry watches tv he randomly makes this low quick grunting sound every few seconds. It caught my attention but I wasn't really that worried about it. I figured it was just a quirk.
Then last Friday after three exhausting days at Disneyland he started having these weird spasms (twitches? tics?) I'm not sure what to call them. He was walking or talking and stopped suddenly made that same noise, his head jerked to the side, and his arm shot out to the same side. Then he'd go immediately back to whatever he was doing. I don't think he was even aware that it was happening.

I'm going to go ahead and say that it was hands down the scariest thing I've ever seen.

Saturday morning we took him to the doctor first thing. They took a bunch of blood from his little arm (he was a trooper) and a urine test. We should have results from them tomorrow. The doctor didn't want to speculate about what it could be before he saw the tests results. But he did ask about a family history of tourettes. He sees a neurologist on Thursday.

Four year olds should have to see their pediatrician, the dentist, maybe the optometrist...but not a neurologist (or the oncologist or therapist for that matter).

Against my better judgement I used the almighty google and spent hours reading about all sorts of things that could be causing it. Probably not my best choice because now I'm even more freaked out then I was before.

I am thankful that he has good health insurance. I'm thankful that it doesn't seem to be bothering him. He's the same happy, energetic, crazy lovable boy as always.
In fact he's outside right now with a teenage mutant ninja turtle costume and a Mickey Mouse light saber "practicing his moves and kicking some butts". The tics have increased in frequency since Friday which is not reassuring.

I know we'll deal with whatever the problem is. I just want him to be ok.

I was going to move onto lighter topics but I think I'll post again later instead. I'd rather go practice my own moves with the turtle.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

life lessons

When I was younger I assumed that you have acne during your teen years and then it goes away and you don't have to deal with it as an adult.

I was a misinformed youth.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

I really really really don't like wind.

It's very odd that I put up pictures and they are huge and I curse photobucket but I leave them big and then the next thing I know they are normal size again...

T-ball just started up again. This will be Gentry's first time playing. There really isn't anything funnier than watching 4 year olds "playing" t-ball and not a whole lot that is cuter than little guys in their uniforms.

You know what starts right after the t-ball season? Real baseball! I'm predicting the Dodgers are going to suck less than usual this year, and I'm hoping for a repeat of the '88 world series now, 20 years later. How awesome would that be?

This has nothing to do with baseball, but I just found out that some of my family members (I won't even try to explain who's's confusing) are going to come out from Albuquerque during spring break. I'm really excited because one of the people coming is Leah and she's McKay's best friend in the entire world.


They don't see much of each other and I think he's going to pee his pants when he hears that she's coming. We're going to go to Disneyland for two days which should be a blast (expensive, but fun). BUT, the excitement is mixed with a little bit of pure fear because this trip means that for 3 days we will have 11 people in our house. 4 adults, 7 KIDS. Yikes. I hope the Easter bunny brings ear plugs. And maybe Benodryl. (kidding!)

Monday, March 3, 2008


I think I'm going to go back to the pre computer days.
I don't know why those pictures are huge.
I want to be one of those people that loves to mess with their computer and figure out what the problem is...
but all I really want to do is throw it at the wall.
And yes, I'm completely aware that more than likely I am the problem...but I'm choosing to ignore that fact.

seriously, photobucket?

I used to think that it was really loser-ish to buy myself flowers. I refused to do it. But these days it almost feels mandatory. I can't resist them when I'm at Trader Joe's or Costco. They call out to me and beg me to take them home. So I do.
I think I can stay out of the loser category as long as I don't order them and have them delivered to myself!

These just brighten my day. Somehow just having them on the counter makes doing the dishes less awful.



and while we are on the subject, may I add that a little John Mayer makes folding laundry more enjoyable!