In my fortune cookie...

Make TODAY beautiful because yesterday is already gone and tomorrow hasn't arrived yet!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

What is up with the hair?

So the other day I noticed that Bia looked just a bit different. Since her hair never gets things put in it unless she's going to church...I couldn't figure out what it was. And then I started to look more into detail and realized that it'd been cut! I drilled her about it and she said that Ethan did it. I asked him and he was very sincere in saying that he hadn't. So today I was combing it so we could leave to go see family and I thought I'd try one more time. Below is the story that she told me!

Me: Bia...who cut your hair?

Bia: Uh....Austin did.

Me: Austin did? Why did he do that?

Bia: He wanted to cut my hair.

Me: Did he get the scissors outa mommy's drawer?

Bia: He has a mouse.

Me: He has a mouse?

Bia: Mhm. He has a magic mouse.

Me: What did the mouse do?

Bia: His magic mouse climbed into your drawer and took your scissors.

Me: And then what?

Bia: The mouse put those scissors into Austin's hand and Austin cut my hair!!
LOL!!! That is how my three yr old now has a nice row of bangs!! :-) Funny...but Austin actually did cut Jetta's hair when he was about 3-4 yrs old!! She had a huge row of bangs. Must be something about 3 year olds and scissors in our family!!

Monday, December 28, 2009

B4 n after

This is the best I could come up with...
Before...
After...
I must admit that this has been SO funny to me! The joke has come back full circle and he is so proud of himself. I did remind him that he was due for a hair cut......hmmm...wonder how the school would like him looking like the REAL Mr. T??? :-) mwah, ha, ha

The joke...has been returned!

Ok, so y'all remember 18 months ago when I thought I'd play a terribly funny joke on my darling hubby? You know....the whole red haired deal?

I've been had!!!

Once again I've been turned into a red-headed preacher's wife. And this time it was NOT my fault. Who's was it? The Troll himself. You know the stylist across the street fixed my hair back to it's original color in May. It looked great and I was thankful to once again look like me! Course over the months all the gray hair that continues to pop up has sprung up with such a vengeance that I finally decided that I'd cover those up. So (since I've not been to a store in over a month) I asked Troll to please get me dye that was my hair color so that the gray could go bye-bye.

This morning I had allot of strength so I turned on the fan and went at it. 30 min later I washed it all out and proceeded to dry and style. Only to realize that I'd once again been turned red. Now you might ask, how could you not notice? Ok, I've been out of it (literally) for so long that my brain cells have gone into depleted stage. It's like rigamortis (and no, I don't know how to spell that word!) of the brain! I guess I just figured he was good enough to check colors close enough to my hair.

He very quickly went to church while I was in the process of taking away the gray. After I realized what had happened I texted him. He was doing the evasive talk until I point blank asked him if he did this on purpose. He replied with..."Your hair has been so many colors that I didn't know which one to get. I luv you, Red!" THAT was all I needed to hear to know that I'd been had!

Note to self....
Never trust a Troll!!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

My babe n me

Had a really nice Christmas with our kids and a friend. Troll's dad came up for a couple days and in two days we're going to Cumberland to do Christmas with Troll's mom, sis in law and the kids. It will only be a couple hours for us to go there and will get me outa the house. I was very thankful to make it to both services today at church. The first time in over a month that I was able to get out to church. Our Christmas program, "The Great Late Potentate", was performed both services and the kids and Kalvin did tremendous. I am so proud of all of them. (Pictures will follow)

Our friend took these pictures for us tonight and I thought I'd share them with you. I love this man so much and am so thankful that God brought us together. I wouldn't have been able to become the woman I am today were it not for the love of my life....Troll.







Sunday, December 20, 2009

SNOW!!!

The kids were thrilled beyond words to look out yesterday morning to the snow. Finally after much begging and pleading (it was too windy for awhile) we bundled them up and they were out for over an hour. It was still snowing snowing pretty hard so some of the pictures look grainy.


Ethan had the most fun I think as he wallered all over the place with his new spiderman from Austrailia!

We didn't have the proper size snow clothes for Reagan so he ended up in a hodge-podge. Unfortunately part of his attire were pink and white shoes and a hoodie with a butterfly on it!! He wasn't too impressed but soon got over it so that he could enjoy the snow with his brothers and sisters.
Bia enjoyed eating the snow. Mommy was just hoping that she didn't pick any of the yellow spots or the ones with brown spots!!!
Austin and Jetta decided that the snow shovel was the best toy to have in a snowstorm. They built forts, covered each other completely up and made trails so they could pull Bia around on it.

There they are...our batch of awesome kids! We love them so much and they have been so good these past three weeks while I've been sick and recooperating. Such good helpers they are and I'm so thankful we've been blessed with each one of them.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Overwhelmed and attacked!

Last night was my first outing since going to the doctors. Let me tell you...I was so overwhelmed that I came home and cried! It was so nice to finally see our church people after being "gone" for 3 weeks. The hall was decorated so nice and there was tons of food (not that I was able to do more than nibble.) All the hugs and kind words of missing me and praying for me left me weak at heart and I couldn't hold the flood gates when I got home! Thank-you to all of our church families that have helped with the kids, cooked meals and called to let me know if I needed anything to just say the word. It has meant allot. Thank-you seems so inadequate but it comes from my heart.As I was on an emotional high from being at the Christmas dinner....it took me quite a bit to get to sleep. I don't think I was asleep for very long when I awoke to a very frightening situation going on. I was being attacked. I'm not sure if Troll was dreaming of Kung Fu Panda or what but I was awakened out of a deep sleep to find myself in some sort of fighting hold and was struggling!!! I said, Troll....stop it...its me. I had just managed to squirm away and moved my head off the pillow when he karate chopped the pillow!!! I yelled, TROLL!!! It's your wife, stop trying to hurt me! :-) Lol!!! Trust me....that was a new one. I've had the pillow yanked out from under my sleeping head, flopped on and almost shoved out of bed but never have I been attacked! What's even funnier is that he didn't even realize it and has no recolection of dreaming any such thing. I personally think he has been longing to impersonate "Po" and found his chance hoping that I wouldn't realize since I was sound asleep.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Aliens?

Ok, so you knew that a couple from church watched our kids while Troll took me to the ER last Monday. They also spent the night there with them. The lady told Troll the following story and I had to share it.

Bia doesn't do so well at night with sleeping. She never has. Usually she wakes up at least once a night. You never know who's bed she's gonna be in as she walks around until she finds someone that will move over to allow her sleeping spot! Well as per usual...Bia woke up that Monday night and wanted to go sleep with the lady of the house. So Jetta (who is Bia's 2nd mom) takes her over to her room. She says, Mrs. Little...Bia wants to sleep with you. Well Mrs. Little uses one of those sleep mask things. Jetta said, "I had just walked in and called her name. Next thing I know she sits straight up in bed and all I can see is this thing on her face. Bia screamed and started to cry. It seriously scared me so bad to see her sit up so quick with something on her face that I just managed to get out a 'never mind' and I turned with Bia and we ran back to our room! Thought it was an alien or something!" Lol!! Mrs. Little said she never heard a peep or saw them until the next morning! I will admit...I do wish I could have seen that. T'would have been priceless!!!


(Sorry the pic is blurry and over a year old! I was laughing when I took it!)

Monday, December 14, 2009

Broken and starving!!

Well...in the doctor's exact words..."your lungs are broken and you're starving yourself"!!! How's that for a diagnosis!! Lol! Took all the strength in me today to get myself and Bia ready and then walk out to my waiting chariot to go to the doctors. Cheri (lady from church) was so gracious and offered her services to take me and then watch Bia while there.

I was so weak that she stood in line for me and then when I got to the room I had to prop the upper part of my body on my hands on top my lap to be able to stay on the table!! There was really nothing the doc could do for my weakness. He explained things this way. When you get strep throat or some other type infection the meds will hit it and you'll feel better in a few days and look at the remainder of your meds and say, I don't need these...I feel better. When you have pneumonia your lung is basically broken. You'll take your 10 days of meds and look at the empty bottle and say...I need more meds I feel terrible. I had asked him why I felt worse now than when I did right when I was discharged. I also asked about the nausea. He there explained that I was going in a vicious circle. I take my meds (which require food) and beings that my stomach is empty it reacts in a bad way. So when I do try to eat to calm down nausea...my stomach thinks that the food is what is causing my nausea and so on and so forth. My heart is also working in overdrive at 116 beats to make up for the oxygen my lungs are needing.

So...my charge is to attempt to nibble all day long if necessary on toast, crackers or whatever I think my stomach won't get rid of so that the meds won't tear me apart. He explained I would be feeling worse b4 I got to feeling better and that by Christmas I should feel partially like a normal person where my strength was concerened as long as I can start eating. HOWEVER....(I wasn't too thrilled with this) I wouldn't be feeling "like dancing again" until mid January as my lungs have to first fight that infection and then rebuild themselves.

That's me in a nutshell. I'm broken and starving myself! It did make me laugh (which came out in a strangled kind of gargle!) so that was one good thing about it. If I can't get food into my system within the next 3 days I have to go back. So I'm going to work extra hard at tricking my stomach into thinking food is a good thing!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

See!!! I am alive (teej)!

I do believe it is being questioned whether I'm really alive or not! Lol! So here ya go, Teej, this is just for you.

Course I didn't say I looked that great but I'm alive! And I'm thankful for that. Been seeming to get weaker yesterday and today. My eating isn't going so well. I'm so hungry my belly hurts and then I start eating and I get real nauseated. Weight loss has def been happening and I know that's most likely the reason I'm so weak. Going to doc tomorrow. Hopefully he'll have some wisdom for me.
I miss being able to do for my family. I think the emotional part of that is the roughest to deal with. But I'm trying to rely on God and what His plan is for me. I know that over the past few months I've pushed beyond what was reasonable as far as work I've done. As Troll told me yesterday...sometimes we have to get knocked down by a higher power before we realize we need to slow down. I'm pretty positive I've learned my lesson!!!
Anyway, thanks to all for praying for me. It sure helps to know that there are people out there...all over the place...that are sending up prayers on my behalf.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Hack, Hack...oops...there goes a lung!!

Well as you can see above (and I'm sure allot of you knew) I was in the hospital. Troll took this with my camera phone while I was enduring the ten hours they had me in there doing tests, x-rays and CT scans. I was so tired of sitting in the bed that I opted for the suken in chair and bed rail position!! So below is the story. This is most likely gonna turn into a book so if you don't like it...sorry. I've nothing else to do but sit around due to being so weak so you're gonna have to deal with it!

Last Tues eve I started to feel a bit rough. Feverish and cold. I thought...o gr8, must be getting the flu. Wednesday was more of the same. Thurs I didn't feel as bad and went through my day pretty well. Friday afternoon.......bad news. By the time I crawled into bed not long after Troll got home from school I felt as if Troll had tied me down on the road and had a semi run over me!! By Sat eve it felt as if three had run over me. I've been sick before with being pregnant or just mild cases of flu or whatnot but this was weird. I was feverish pretty much 24/7 up to 101-103. I was weak and had muscle spasms along with it. Sun eve I was beyond myself. Couldn't do nothing but lay there and cough and cry. Breathing felt like I was suffocating and by 5a.m. Monday I woke up Troll and said, I just can't do this anymore. Something is wrong. So he got up, gathered up clothes for the kids and called a couple at church to see if they could watch the kids. And then the long ordeal of getting me down our steps. I honestly felt like jell-o. It was all I could do to concentrate on putting the next foot down as Troll basically picked me up at each step. Poor Jetta was so upset at seeing her mom gasping for breath and tears running cause it hurt so bad and I was exhausted from not sleep all nite that she stood at the top of the steps and just sobbed. I felt bad she had to see me like that and tried to reassure her that mommy was ok. After we dropped off the kids we headed to the hospital. We got to the ER a little before 8 a.m. on Monday. I was there for 10 hours and 20 minutes. They had taken one look at me and rushed me into a sealed off room. The first thoughts were that I had the flu so I had to go to a room that was flu approved!

A nurse named Ann came in to take my blood and hook up my IV. Let me tell you what....that was interesting. She was a study that's for sure. Sniffing, shaking her head and muttering she proceeded to do her job and even growled at me when I jumped as she was putting the catheter in my hand. Tube after bottle and tube of blood later, blood on the bed, running down my hand and her ungloved hand...she finally had enough blood and me all hooked up to the first of 8 bags of fluid/antibiotics (I was pretty dehydrated) and walked out. Troll looked at me and said, "What was that?" I shook my head and said that I didn't know. He said, "I think 'Ann' used to be a man!" So from that moment on she was dubbed "Ann-man"!!!

Next came x-ray and EKG. This was all done in my room and each time they had to lift me up to sit up. I was completely strengthless. After a bit another nurse came in and said, "ma'am I'm so sorry but I have to take more blood. Your blood clotted before we could get it to the lab." So for the third time I had blood taken...and let's just say that that vein was protesting after each needle. Made me wanna say that I'd just walk to the lab and they could just put me in the testing machine!! After awhile the doctor came in and said that the x-ray results came back positive for pneumonia. Then he proceeded to say that one of my levels were up so high that they were concerned there was a blood clot in my lung and he wanted me to do a CT scan ASAP. I remember the first thought that went through my head was wait a minute, I'm only 31 and I have 5 kids at home that I need to take care....this can't be happening. I don'tknow if the shock registered on the outside but inside I was shaking. So off I went for that. After what seemed like eternity the doc came back in to say that the CT scan was negative but he was gonna admit me to the hospital due to me being so weak and coughing so. I was thanking the Lord on the inside and telling the doc I was fine and could go home. Lol!! Troll looked at me in disbelief, said, "honey...you can't even go up the steps!" then he turned to the doctor and said, "that's fine...she needs to be here!" So they admited me. I got to my room at 6:20 p.m. on Monday.

I was put into a double room next to a lady that looked as if she was in a coma. Thankfully I got to have the bed by the window so at least I had some privacy. And then came the doing nothing part. Bag after bag of fluid and anitbiotics were being shoved thru my IV so fast that my entire right arm felt like a frozen sausage!! It literally was ice cold. I was so tired. Hadn't had any sleep since Sunday afternoon and by 8 p.m. monday i had a terrible headache from lack of a pillow in the ER, and everything else. They'd given me tylenol and it'd done nothing so they gave me a percocet. I was able to sleep sometime around 9:30 and did so until 11 p.m. and then "she" woke up!! O my word! By tues eve I was telling my mom thru text that I was praying for a coma as this lady was more than I could take anymore. She was bi-polar and just a messed up situation...of which I won't go into detail as I'm not really sure WHICH of her stories were actual truth other than I knew she'd come there from the "behavioral ward"!! Groan! Morphine and dilauded were handed to her like candy it seemed! She'd be chatting away, laughing and sitting up and as soon as a nurse came in she'd change her voice and say she needed more pain meds cause her pain level was at an 8. AND THEY'D GIVE IT TO HER!! I was so aggravated.

Now this next part is not very nice but I'm gonna put it in here!! They were measuring my urine ouput so I had to use the "hat" in the potty! It was to be measured and wrote down on a chart each time so they could keep track of it. Troll had left at 5 on Tuesday eve so he didn't know about all this or i'm sure he would've went off. That hat sat there completely full and not once did anyone come in and take care of it. From 5-11 p.m. only once did a nurse come in to check on me. She had to give me another percocet for a headache. I went into the bathroom after this and saw that the "hat" was still full. I was so aggravated that I dumped it and didn't use it again. I thought...if they don't wanna do their job...I'm not reminding them and they could do without the knowledge of my output. Around 8:20 I was feeling rather dizzy from the drug and tried to get comfortable to go to sleep. I hear my roommate pick up the phone and call someone. For the next hour and 1/2 I had to listen to her yak. I was so tired. Four hours of scattered sleep was all I had gotten since Sunday afternoon. And then comes the more frustrating part. They'd given my roommate the drink she had to do for a colonoscopy prep at 6 that eve. She'd refused to drink it and finally one nurse said she had to at least try. I'd hear her rattling the bottle and cup and ice cubes around and she'd make comments how this wasn't gonna happen and blah, blah, blah. Next thing I know she gets up..goes into the bathroom and is gone for a bit. About 3 minutes later a nurse comes in. Roommate says, I've just thrown up three times and i can't drink this stuff. Nurse says, well theres nothing in the basin. She says well I already dumped it in the toilet. Now come on...I'm laying in a bed not 3 feet away from her and not once did she puke. And i know she didn't in the bathroom cause you can't cover up noises like that. They BELIEVED her. She told them she wanted this other thing and they called the doc and next thing I know she's getting this little drink shot and pill combination. And then they say they put a potty beside her bed. Groan!! I was over it by this time. I thought...Lord help me but there is no way I can lay her absolutely exhausted and listen to her and smell THAT all night long. 11 p.m. came with the new nurse shift. In walks this 30ish year old black lady that smelled like Bath & Body Works!! She walks over and says, "Hi honey...how ya doing?" I almost cried. I said, ma'am... I'm so frustrated. She asked why and I told her that I was so tired due to not being able to sleep in the day with all the ruckus and then when I was so dizzy with tiredness and drugedness my roommated wouldn't shut up! And then I told her that she was prepping for a colonoscopy (my nurses were different from roommates by the way) and I just couldn't handle it but I didn't mean to be a complainer. She said, "Honey...you're not complaining. I wouldn't want to lay here all nite and listen to that. You hang on, I'll be right back." A minute later she came in and said, "I'm moving you." She grabbed up all my stuff and took it out and then came back and said, "Hurry up..let's get outa here!" She made sure I could walk with my IV pole and then we crept out!! Literally!!! If I could've functioned a thought I woulda laughed at how she actually tiptoed past my then drugged into sleep roommate so she wouldn't wake her up. I got into a double room where I was able to pick which bed I wanted. They did my vitals at 12 and then shut my door and left me alone. I was able to sleep until 2 when my IV got twisted and the alarm went off. Then no one came in until going on 7. It was so nice. I was able to be alone until I was discharged. I don't know if she was an angel or not but she sure seemed like one to me. And then all day wednesday the nurses were extra sweet and caring.

Troll was coming around 2-2:30 to pick me up so they got around with discharge papers and etc. By the time he got there at 2:30 I'd had a round of Chardonnay and been doused in alcohol!!! LOL!! OK, stop freaking out. The Chardonnay was actually the hospitals theraputic Golden Retriever that would go around and visit everyone. He was adorable. The alcohol was due to the layer upon layer of tape that was attatched to my IV catheter. It took 20 minutes alone with the alchohol to get it off my hand. The nurse was rather upset with how much was on there! I do beleive that some of my skin went along with it!

We got home at 4:00 wednesday. Let me tell you this...a christmas tree has never looked more beautiful to me than ours did. Our kids looked like cherubs and the dogs looked like champion blood lined canines!! Course that last statement vanished by bedtime when they kept crowding me outa the bed. They were threatening me to make them extinct!! So anyway...now comes the recovery part. I'm on nasty cough syrup and some potent antibiotic pills that cost $18 a pill. Thank the Lord for insurance. I'm still really weak I guess due to the almost 5lbs I lost this week and my chest feels as if there are a few bricks laying on it. But I'm thankful to be home. Also very thankful for all of you that texted and called to let us know that we were in your thoughts and prayers. A big thanks to the Littles for taking our kids for us. It was nice to not have to worry if they were ok or not. And thanks to Yancy for picking up the kids, watching them for a few hours and all the yummy food. Well, I guess it was yummy...can't say I was able to eat! I also know that different ladies from the church are making our suppers this next few days....that means so much to me....so thanks a heap.

One more thing... this morning Eth and Bia were playing with babies and pretending they were doctoring them. They were making me do breathing things so they could listen to my heart as well. Eth said, "mommy...were there babies at the hospital?" I said, there are lots of babies at the hospital. He said, "Did you lay one while you were there?" LOL!!! Lay one!!! Chuckle!!! Wonder if he's been spending too much time at the Fuller's Farm?!!!! :-)