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Monday, February 20, 2012

Modern Medicine - I Am A Fan

I went two weeks ago to have an endoscopy done. Some time in my 30s, I started living with a bottle of tums beside my bed. And one in my purse. It became so normal that it didn't occur to me to mention it to a doctor for years. When I finally did, he gave me the heads up that THIS WAS NOT NORMAL.
Since then, it's probably been 12 or more years of a dance of increasing/changing my medicine to try to halt the burning death that was occurring inside my stomach.
Nothing ever really completely fixed me.
I took stuff that helped, but even on a lot of medicine, every day about 4 or 5 my internal furnace would kick up and my stomach would start eating itself.
After I had my gallbladder out though, I ended up back in the hospital a year later in stomach agony and they got me referred to a specialist at tummy stuff. I put her off for oh...8 months or so but finally on the 9th we went over and I had the procedure.
The place where we did it was a special center that simply does tubes up the bum or down the throat depending on the day of the week, and truly it was easy peasy. It was a very nice place, and they put me completely to sleep.
A brief aside, a friend of mine in Italy had this procedure done last year. He described the horror show of how you can't really breathe or talk and you're choking and gagging and it feels like you're going to die, and then says "But don't worry. They tie you down."

Anyway, they found I have a hiatal hernia and severe inflammation. No infection or anything so yay. But they put me on a drug that she warned me my insurance might not cover because it's the bad ass of stomach medicine and we know insurance companies never want to cover the drugs you ACTUALLY need.

But miracle they covered it and for the first time in years, my stomach never hurts now.

It's sort of amazing the husband and I even had drinks Saturday night and I didn't aspirate the booze into my lungs in the middle of the night, and I didn't wake up with burning death all might so, I think we might've found the cure.

It's such a little thing, but you learn to live with little miseries until they become a way of life. I've got to stop doing that.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Puzzles on Rainy Days

My Mom sent us a slew of puzzles where are perfect for rainy days like today.
The girl helped by putting the pieces in her mouth to check them for poison. I am not entirely sure that was as helpful as she thought it was but, at least she felt included.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Busy Family Is Busy

Sometimes I don't know where the days go I swear I don't. I write blog posts in my mind for this blog. I gotta get the iPhone app because I'd probably post more. But I really want to sit down and WRITE when I post and then life gets in the way and I don't.
Life like...
a little girl who is allergic to penicillin suddenly.
And this causes her mother and father hours of fright and worry. And then there is the oldest boy who gets pneumonia out of the blue and it's another trip to the doctor.

Of course there is also the Boy Scouts...they had a chili cook off. My boys didn't win but I did because now I have chili for lunch for DAYS.
Plus I had an endoscopy last week and so that as all good times.

It's been busy.

I gotta download the iPhone app for blogger.

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

The Girl Is a Double Agent I Tell You

Yes it's true. This sweet roasted marshmallow loving face, is working against me, already.

You see, I've heard so much in the news about how autistic children respond positively to iPad and iPhone that while waiting at the doctor the other day with Miles, I thought that MAYBE just MAYBE I could show him Angry Birds and he'd chill out and not act like a nutball in the waiting area.

So I fired it up and showed him a few times, and then used his finger to pull back the bird and let him see how it worked.

An iPhone addict was born that day. Every day, any minute of the day he wants my phone. He deletes my apps. He takes hundreds of pics of his face. Sometimes short films. Every day I hook my phone up to the iTunes store and reset it nicely back to the way it's supposed to be. It's sort of a small price to pay for the level of calm it bestows on him.

But sometimes I simply don't want him to have it. Like for instance NOW. Because you see - if I save it and give it to him during TV time, instead of screaming he'll sit and play Angry Birds. So I say NO or I say the phone is gone or something and he goes about his business.
Except tonight. TONIGHT after bath I've got my phone tucked in my pocket in case the husband calls from the store, and am toweling off my small humans post bath and he keeps saying "Telephone. I want telephone." I was putting him off, saying no, no phone. No phone right now. Etc.


Don't be fooled by the sweet expression. That's a traitor. Plain and simple.