Hello my 2 readers. How are you?
I have been SO sick since my last blog. I had to take 6 ½ days off of work over the last 2 weeks. Thank goodness for weekends! Actually when I posted my last blog it was just the start of my glorious illness. Hopefully after this weekend I will be all better!
I had sinusitis for a week. I made it through that with herbs, etc. It was horrible, but I did not have to resort to prescription drugs - and especially the dreaded anti-biotics. Yay!
Then . . . just when I thought I was all better, here comes the worst illness I’ve had since morning sickness with my youngest child. It’s been nine years since then - and that was horrific and lasted 2 ½, well probably 3 months, all told.
What did I get? Somatitis. What is that? Very, very, very painful. It’s canker sores all over your tongue and mouth and throat. It’s inflammation so bad you can’t swallow anything - not even your own saliva - with out swallowing hard and grimacing because it hurts so bad.
I read on the internet that gargling with cayenne pepper will help soothe a sore throat. Oddly enough it did help my throat, but it made my raw tongue hurt worse.
I swear Sunday night I was lucky if I slept an hour. Every time I would almost fall asleep, the pain of swallowing would wake me up. Finally by 6 o’clock in the morning I was so exhausted I fell asleep for about ½ hour and drooled all over the place. Gross!
By Monday morning, I was ready to do just about anything to get rid of the pain and be able to swallow and sleep again: take anti-biotics, eat sea slugs, whatever. I didn’t care. I had gotten to the point I was speaking in one word sentences and writing my family notes, so making a doctor’s appointment was an arduous task.
I called the doctor’s office at 8 am. Earliest appointment: 11:35 am. “I’ll take it,” I slurred. It’s hard to talk when your mouth hurts really bad.
My husband took me to the doctor’s office, thank goodness. I finally got in and the doctor looked in my throat. He said, “You don’t have strep throat, you have somatitis. I’ll do a strep culture anyway, just to make sure, but I doubt you have it.”
He left for a few minutes to do the strep culture. Those have gotten really fast to do, apparently. He came back and said, “No, you don’t have strep, so I can’t give you any anti-biotics. I can give you prescriptions for lidocaine and liquid lortab. And eat lots of Popsicles, they help. By the way, you have the sympathy of all the staff. Somatitis is really, really painful.”
Then he thought for a moment and said, “Not that all our patients don’t have our sympathy, but you really earned our sympathy today.”
After that, David took me to Walmart for drugs and Popsicles. I was SO EXCITED to get those drugs. I wanted to get a teaspoon and take them in the store, but I restrained myself. Believe me, as soon as I got home, I ran in to the house, broke out a tablespoon and took the maximum dosage of liquid lortab. Even that burned, but it was worth it. The real godsend, though, was the lidocaine. Praise the name of the person who invented lidocaine! I few swishes of that and I couldn’t even feel my mouth and tongue. I was so happy I wanted to cry happy tears for the first time in days.
Ya know, when I called my kinesiologist, she said I was having a healing crisis (that's when your body is trying to clear out toxins from a past illness or incident that caused the toxins to build up in your body). Some of my illness was new stuff, she said, but most of it was old. I was trying to figure out when I had ever had this before, then it hit me. I had it when I was 8 or 9. Wow. That’s really old - I’m 40. Wonder what brought it on the first time?
I barely remember having it before, but I do remember the pain was excruciating. My mom took me to Dr. Lambert and got me some xylocaine and I was in heaven once I got the xylocaine. I don’t remember the pain lasting more than a day or 2, though.
The really good thing is that my mouth hardly hurts at all now. Yay!
So, that’s what I’ve been up to.
David and the kids? Dunno. Too sick to care until today. Thank god I’m not a single mother. How do they do it?
David and I did take all the kids to see a new dentist this morning. I think he looks kind of like Keanu Reeves - ’cept about 25. He seems nice enough. His office is brand new. Not even all the offices in the building are finished yet. Jordan Landing. What can I say? That place has popped up almost over night.
Each of the kids except Jarom has 1 cavity. That’s kind of funny, because Jarom is the one that has to get 4 teeth pulled. Like his mother before him, his teeth are too big for his mouth. Poor guy. The things we pass on to our children we wish we didn’t . . .
Well, better go.
Deep Thought, Courtesy of Jack Handy:
“Many people think that history is a dull subject. Dull? Is it "dull" that Jesse James once got bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn't seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call that dull?”
"Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance."
- M.C. Richards
Doesn't most of life enter through the window of irrelevance?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Stories About Work . . . and Home
I have a couple of stories about work.
Story #1:
About a month ago, the office manager was on vacation. I was rushing around trying to get all the shipments ready for UPS. There was one repair that HAD to go out that day. Repairs are always the most fun because they are sensitive medical equipment and have to be packed carefully in lots of bubble wrap, etc. Plus, they have to be insured.
I was freaking out because the doctor had been waiting 3 weeks for this machine and if he had to wait more than one more day, he was not going to be happy. Some of the other shipments UPS had brought a day or 2 before were still not put away because we just hadn’t had time to do it yet.
I ran in to the box room to grab a box that was big enough for the machine I was shipping. It was big enough that I couldn’t see around it very well. As I was rushing back to the shipping room, I tripped over a box on the floor. I kind of caught my fall on the big box I was carrying, but not totally. I guess I made a big enough thud that the service tech came out of his office to make sure I was all right. I was a little sore, but mostly embarrassed.
I picked myself up off the floor and looked to see what it was I had tripped over. It was a big box of “Sore No More.”
Story #2:
Last week I was stuffing a bunch of orthopedic pillows in a box to ship out. I decided I’d better put a sticker on the box. While I was putting the sticker on the box, I ran my finger along the edge of the sticker and got a paper cut. What did the sticker say? “Do not open with sharp object”
OK, enough work stories.
Today I have a cold, so I am not quite thinking straight. My sinuses are clogged. I think I am better than I was yesterday.
We went to my nephew Andy’s missionary homecoming today. I asked him if it was “the best two years.” He said, “Yes, it is so far, but hopefully not the best two years of my whole life.” He said it would be pretty sad to tell his future wife [no, he’s not engaged yet] years down the road, “The two years of my mission was better than any of the two years I’ve served with you.”
I said, “Served?” He said, “I meant, ‘been married to you.’ I’m just so you to saying ‘served’ about anyone I’ve had a companionship with.” Then one of Andy’s friends pipes up and says, “Yeah, his wife is going to be a service project.”
We all laughed, but now that I think about it, your husband or wife (if you’re going to have a good marriage) will be the most important service project of your whole life.
Meagan’s friends are funny. They came up with a scavenger hunt that they did at the mall a few weeks ago. They had two identical lists that had things on them like: ride the mechanical rides like a cowboy, get a boy’s phone number, hug a boy, get 5 pennies from a stranger, get a receipt and so on. Each team had a cell phone with picture/video capabilities and 1 dollar to start out with. They could not use anything they already had on them. It made me laugh.
Meagan is getting to be quite the seamstress. Lately she has been cutting up old levi’s and gym pants and making book bags out of them. They look really nice. One of her friends wants Meagan to make her a book bag. Some of her other friends are telling her she could make a business out of it.
Cameron has finally started on his job shadow. Just getting him a job shadow was a struggle. He wants to be a fantasy author when he grows up. Try finding a job shadow like that! In the end, he is doing a job shadow with a reporter for West Valley City Journal/Magna Times. He wasn’t so excited about that until I told him that J.K. Rowling started out as a journalist. After that, he brightened up considerably.
Jarom loves to draw Kirby. He draws elaborate Kirby villages. They’re pretty cool. I’ll have to scan one in to the computer someday.
Jarom has been reading the book “Eragon.” I didn’t think he’d be able to - he’s a slow reader and “Eragon” is almost 500 pages long. We figured out how many pages per day he’d have to read in order for him to be done in time for his next book report. I think it ended up being about 20 pages per day. He’s been doing it and he’s about half done.
Amber was just looking over my shoulder. She says she likes to draw Kirby, too. That’s true. She draws a lot of Kirby pictures.
Amber says they’ve been singing “Silly Disney Sing-Along Songs” in chorus. Two of them are “Zippety-Do-Da” and “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious.” She is singing them for me right now as I type this. She’s been having fun being in the school chorus.
David and I have been busy replacing our dead Dodge Dynasty with a Ford Crown Victoria. It has about 100,000 fewer miles on it than the Dynasty. Trading cars is a lot of work.
David went to Las Vegas the beginning of last week. Half of the Vernons went to Las Vegas with Andy to celebrate him coming home from his mission. Meagan thought that was a rather odd way to celebrate a missionary homecoming. Me too, really.
The main thing they did was go to the “Tournament of Kings” at the Excalibur. They also went to the Las Vegas temple. David said Andy took breakfast to a couple of missionaries he knows who are serving in Las Vegas. I guess you can find religious stuff to do anywhere you go - even Vegas.
The kids and I would have gone to Vegas, too, but we didn’t have enough money for that. C’est la vie.
Story #1:
About a month ago, the office manager was on vacation. I was rushing around trying to get all the shipments ready for UPS. There was one repair that HAD to go out that day. Repairs are always the most fun because they are sensitive medical equipment and have to be packed carefully in lots of bubble wrap, etc. Plus, they have to be insured.
I was freaking out because the doctor had been waiting 3 weeks for this machine and if he had to wait more than one more day, he was not going to be happy. Some of the other shipments UPS had brought a day or 2 before were still not put away because we just hadn’t had time to do it yet.
I ran in to the box room to grab a box that was big enough for the machine I was shipping. It was big enough that I couldn’t see around it very well. As I was rushing back to the shipping room, I tripped over a box on the floor. I kind of caught my fall on the big box I was carrying, but not totally. I guess I made a big enough thud that the service tech came out of his office to make sure I was all right. I was a little sore, but mostly embarrassed.
I picked myself up off the floor and looked to see what it was I had tripped over. It was a big box of “Sore No More.”
Story #2:
Last week I was stuffing a bunch of orthopedic pillows in a box to ship out. I decided I’d better put a sticker on the box. While I was putting the sticker on the box, I ran my finger along the edge of the sticker and got a paper cut. What did the sticker say? “Do not open with sharp object”
OK, enough work stories.
Today I have a cold, so I am not quite thinking straight. My sinuses are clogged. I think I am better than I was yesterday.
We went to my nephew Andy’s missionary homecoming today. I asked him if it was “the best two years.” He said, “Yes, it is so far, but hopefully not the best two years of my whole life.” He said it would be pretty sad to tell his future wife [no, he’s not engaged yet] years down the road, “The two years of my mission was better than any of the two years I’ve served with you.”
I said, “Served?” He said, “I meant, ‘been married to you.’ I’m just so you to saying ‘served’ about anyone I’ve had a companionship with.” Then one of Andy’s friends pipes up and says, “Yeah, his wife is going to be a service project.”
We all laughed, but now that I think about it, your husband or wife (if you’re going to have a good marriage) will be the most important service project of your whole life.
Meagan’s friends are funny. They came up with a scavenger hunt that they did at the mall a few weeks ago. They had two identical lists that had things on them like: ride the mechanical rides like a cowboy, get a boy’s phone number, hug a boy, get 5 pennies from a stranger, get a receipt and so on. Each team had a cell phone with picture/video capabilities and 1 dollar to start out with. They could not use anything they already had on them. It made me laugh.
Meagan is getting to be quite the seamstress. Lately she has been cutting up old levi’s and gym pants and making book bags out of them. They look really nice. One of her friends wants Meagan to make her a book bag. Some of her other friends are telling her she could make a business out of it.
Cameron has finally started on his job shadow. Just getting him a job shadow was a struggle. He wants to be a fantasy author when he grows up. Try finding a job shadow like that! In the end, he is doing a job shadow with a reporter for West Valley City Journal/Magna Times. He wasn’t so excited about that until I told him that J.K. Rowling started out as a journalist. After that, he brightened up considerably.
Jarom loves to draw Kirby. He draws elaborate Kirby villages. They’re pretty cool. I’ll have to scan one in to the computer someday.
Jarom has been reading the book “Eragon.” I didn’t think he’d be able to - he’s a slow reader and “Eragon” is almost 500 pages long. We figured out how many pages per day he’d have to read in order for him to be done in time for his next book report. I think it ended up being about 20 pages per day. He’s been doing it and he’s about half done.
Amber was just looking over my shoulder. She says she likes to draw Kirby, too. That’s true. She draws a lot of Kirby pictures.
Amber says they’ve been singing “Silly Disney Sing-Along Songs” in chorus. Two of them are “Zippety-Do-Da” and “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious.” She is singing them for me right now as I type this. She’s been having fun being in the school chorus.
David and I have been busy replacing our dead Dodge Dynasty with a Ford Crown Victoria. It has about 100,000 fewer miles on it than the Dynasty. Trading cars is a lot of work.
David went to Las Vegas the beginning of last week. Half of the Vernons went to Las Vegas with Andy to celebrate him coming home from his mission. Meagan thought that was a rather odd way to celebrate a missionary homecoming. Me too, really.
The main thing they did was go to the “Tournament of Kings” at the Excalibur. They also went to the Las Vegas temple. David said Andy took breakfast to a couple of missionaries he knows who are serving in Las Vegas. I guess you can find religious stuff to do anywhere you go - even Vegas.
The kids and I would have gone to Vegas, too, but we didn’t have enough money for that. C’est la vie.
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