The Post Christmas Plague

Happy 2017 everyone! I hope that everyone’s year has gotten off to a wonderful start. The end of 2016 and the beginning of my 2017 was definitely interesting, but so far things are going great! In my last post I promised that I would tell you all about my lovely post Christmas ER visit. So without further adieu, here you go:

First I should mention that I do not like urgent care, I am not a fan of the doctor, and really really hate the emergency room. I will go to the doctor for yearly check ups, but unless my head is falling off you will have to drag me to any other medical visit kicking and screaming.

A little over a week before Christmas I was sick (shocking I know). I had the nasty cough, body aches, chills, hot flashes; the whole nine yards. However, after a couple of days of being flat out on my back I was feeling a lot better. The cough had other plans though and decided to stick around. On Christmas Eve and Christmas it decided to rear its ugly head causing me to throw up because I was coughing so hard. My husband insisted I go to urgent care, but since I didn’t feel sick and it was just a cough I refused. (I’m super stubborn or just a real pain in the ass. My husband is so lucky).

Anyway, the day after Christmas I got up to go to an early chiropractic appointment and my husband got up to take me. I should have known something was up, because there was no reason for him to drive me 15 min to a 5 min appointment. After my back and neck were once again semi functioning properly (I think all the coughing pulled some muscles) the sneak drove me straight to urgent care. I was not pleased, but he insisted he was worried so in we went where we sat for over an hour to see a doctor. To top off the long wait time I had to wear one of those super sexy masks because I was coughing. It was really hot and fogged up my glasses when I would breath.

When we finally got into see the doctor all hell broke loose because my blood pressure was really high and apparently that’s a BIG deal. Three different nurses and the doctor ended up taking my bloods pressure. They also switched machines and did it manually about 4 times. The doctor determined that I had bronchitis, but because my blood pressure was so high he said he would let me leave (at this point I was seething at Tom. I was starving and now super anxious). The doctor then asked why my blood pressure was high and what I was so anxious about. (Well thanks genius, ask a super anxious women why she is freaking out after you scare the crap out of her and tell her she can’t leave. That always works with someone who has anxiety)

After all that nonsense he gives me a breathing treatment, which unbeknownst to me had epinephrine in it and cause me to shake uncontrollably and freak out anymore. Finally, hours later, they gave me some blood pressure medication, a pain pill for my chest, an Ativan to calm me the fuck down and sent me home with instruction to go to the ER if my blood pressure didn’t go down. (Yeah fucking right. After that hell I just went through you think I am going to be all willing to hit up the ER). Once we got home my husband put me to bed, where I immediately passed out, and then the plotting began.

Knowing full well that I wasn’t going to willing go to the ER, while I was sleeping, my husband packed me a bag and arranged for someone to pick up the dogs. Once he was ready he woke me up and said that if I didn’t get in the car my brother in-law was going to call the ambulance. That would have been humiliating, not to mention expensive, so I got in the car.

I do have to say that the hospital was much faster, but the whole being stuck with needles multiple times was not my idea of fun. I am not ashamed to say that I cried every time they had to draw blood or insert an IV. Oh, I also accidentally spilled a whole water bottle on the intake desk while checking in. After x-rays, EKG’s, and multiple blood tests I was diagnosed with pneumonia, bronchitis, and once again high blood pressure. Everything else came back normal. They gave me a nice cocktail of meds and I got to watch TV while they waited for them to kick in. Once my blood pressure started going down I was released with strict instructions to stay on bed rest and follow up with my primary care to get this whole blood pressure shit straightened out.

Let me tell you, if you think the idea of bed rest sounds fun, you are wrong. After a couple of days you are so bored. I watched a lot of random TV and I couldn’t read because with the narco they had me on I couldn’t remember the sentence I just read. I would end up reading the same sentence over and over. In fact, I couldn’t remember shit. Other fun side effects, included:

  • I had to write down when I took my meds because I had no idea if I had taken them
  • When I tried to do laundry I ended up shrinking a few of my sweaters because I had no clue what was going on
  • I wasn’t able to drive because god knows where I would have ended up
  • Sometimes the sentences that came out of my mouth made no sense
  • Pretty sure I watched some movies, but no idea which ones

Doesn’t it sound like a fun two weeks! Thankfully I am much better now and slowly getting back into my normal routine. Although, it did take like a week to get the Christmas decor put away because I would get so worn out doing any little task that I would have to go lay down.

With the new year I am making changes to make sure I am healthier and happier. I don’t really want to stroke out because my blood pressure is too high. (Not really funny, but you have to stay in good spirits, right?)

Until Later!

L

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We Survived Christmas (Kind Of)

My husband and I were pretty much completely crazy when we decided to host Christmas this year.

That’s right, my parents, sister, granny, and her grumpy husband made their way to Crystal Lake to engage in all the Christmas merriment. I mean nothing was bound to go wrong, right? Put a bunch of people, who don’t normally get along, in a house together for a week. Then throw in some alcohol and boom, all unresolved issues from the past quickly make an appearance. (What isn’t fun about that)?

The fun filled week started with my grandmother arriving and not having a hotel reservation. Basically she ignored the number I sent her for the hotel right next to my house and looked up a Holiday Inn. However, since she is not familiar with the area we think she made the reservation at some hotel in the middle of Indiana. (Yep, you heard that correctly). What followed was a afternoon adventure to 4 different hotels where she tried to find her reservation and then ended at the hotel I originally gave her where she finally booked a room. After the whole hotel room shuffle we came back to my house to relax and while unloading the car my grandma’s husband decided to pee in my back yard. (Apparently our restroom isn’t adequate).

The next day my parents and sister arrived with a car full of stuff my mother unloaded on us and their two dogs. After being in the car for 8 hours you can imagine that everyone, including the dogs, were in a fantastic mood. The first thing my mother dog did was come up to our bedroom and pee on the floor. What a welcome indeed!

Despite all the bickering and various puppy puddles around the house. Christmas was very nice. On Christmas Eve my sister smoked 4 chickens and served them with homemade mac and cheese, salad, asparagus, carrots, and jalapeno corn bread muffins. (Hello food coma)! After opening presents we went to Tom’s parent’s house for Christmas dinner and a night full of board games.

All and all it was a great Christmas. Well, until I ended up in the ER with pneumonia, bronchitis, and high blood pressure the next day…. but I will save that for my next post.

Hope everyone had a great Christmas and happy 2017! This is going to be a great year!

L

Look I’m Famous

Hello out there, anyone frozen yet? It hasn’t really been too cold yet, but it is getting there and I for one am not ready. It’s only November and I am starting to get the winter blues.

As usual I have gone slightly MIA, but I have been busy with work and immersed in all the holiday merriment (aka eating way too much and drinking plenty of wine).  I don’t really have much for you today, but I thought I would share something pretty neat (at least I think it’s cool).  A few months ago my wedding photographer Karla Lacher, of Lachers Lens submitted our wedding photos to a blog for a feature. (BTW she was amazing. If you’re in Florida and need a photographer check her out!) Anyway, long story short her photos were accepted, the blog reached out to me with questions and viola mine and my husbands wedding is a featured blog post on a wedding website.

So without further adieu, here is our post on Confetti Daydreams:

http://www.confettidaydreams.com/seaside-florida-wedding/

I promise I will be back soon. Stay warm!

L

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Kansas girl that I am, the Kansas City Royals are my team when it comes to baseball. However, having lived in Chicago for the past 6 years I have to admit the  Cubs aren’t so bad. I mean, before last year, that the Royals had it bad, but the cubs haven’t won the World Series in 108 years! You can’t help but feel sorry for them. Anyway, all that being said the Cubs must win the World Series this year. Here are my reasons why:

  1. So my husband is in a good mood.

Ok, so that is the main reason the cubs need to win. My husband is a die hard cubs fan and I don’t think I can take another year of a cubs loss. Plus, you know 108 years is way too long. Here’s hoping to a Cubs World Series win!

Eye Opener

Disclaimer: Uncharacteristic Serious Post 

Yesterday I put my father on a plane back home to Kansas City. I walked him to his terminal, bought him a burger and fries for lunch, and waited with him until it was time to board. As we said our goodbyes, while I knew things would be much less stressful at home, I was sad to see him go.

I have mentioned this in a previous post, but for those who don’t know my father has early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. It is in the very early stages, he still knows who we all are, and he can still take care of he basic daily needs, but there are many things he is no longer able to do. He can no longer drive himself, he has extreme difficulty reading, he can’t cook like he used to, and he is much slower than he used to be. His short term memory is pretty much nonexistent, he asks the same question over and over again, and he has picked up some habits that he never had before. But thankfully he is still the same dad I have always loved.

Since he lives at home with my mom and sister I decided that I would take him back to Chicago with me after my latest trip to KC. My sister and mom needed some time to relax and get things done around the house so I thought he would enjoy a few weeks with my husband and I. While I knew he had some difficulties and could tell his memory was getting worse, from our regular phone calls, it wasn’t really until he was living with us for a few weeks that I realized how much worse he really is. I think part of me never really accepted the Alzheimer’s diagnosis and just kept the facade that everything was still perfectly fine. As I said before he isn’t completely helpless, but he does need help with a lot of things.

First off, I am going to say that caregivers are fucking SAINTS. I was only with my dad a few weeks and I was completely exhausted. Before work each morning I had to make sure he ate and took his medicine and then make sure his lunch was made so that all he had to do was heat it up in the microwave. I can’t even count the number of conversations we had about how our Keurig works. He really wanted to work it, he just couldn’t get there. Luckily I work from home a couple days a week so I only had to worry a few days that he was alright at home while I was gone. Totally nerve wracking. At least he had our two dogs to keep him company and I think they enjoyed his daily naps as much as he did.

Since he doesn’t get to do too much back at home, we tried to show him a good time. We went out to eat a few times, he hung out with my father-in-law, whom he really enjoyed, and we even had a cookout with some of our friends.

While we had a good time, I am ashamed to say that at times I was extremely annoyed. I knew he couldn’t help it, but at night after working all day sometimes I just couldn’t hear the same question over and over. Thankfully I have a loving husband who was there to help me.

The scary thing for me is that unfortunately, he is going to get worse. I know this and I am terrified to death. Right now he still knows who I am, but there will come a day when he won’t and that is something I can’t even deal with right now. I never thought that I would be taking care of my parents, parents are suppose to take care of you. However, this is where we are at and it is something I will gladly do.

 

 

Last Man Standing

Pack your bags ladies and gentleman because we are going on VACATION!!

I wish, but actually my husband and I just got back from a week long vacation at the most magical place on Earth; Disney World!

Normally I can’t wait to get my vacation started, but when you throw the word “family” in front of it (and I am sure many people will agree with me) I was a little nervous. Yep, for my first family vacation with my husband’s side of the family all 11 of us, plus 4 family friends, went to see Mickey Mouse. Thankfully, other than some blisters, sun burns, and a couple of bruises, everyone came back pretty much in one piece. Sure I am still sore, completely exhausted, and now sick with some sort of flu/cold (zika?) thing, but I survived and most importantly I had a lot of fun.

When we planned this…. family vacation I was honestly pretty scared because his family are “get up and go, go, go” type of people. They want to be up and at the park before it even opens so they can beat the lines to the best rides. I am more of a “wake up look at the time, roll over, whine, finally sit up and stare for a solid 5 minutes before crawling to the coffee pot” type of person. Before this trip I didn’t even know you could line up inside the park before like noon. Did you know that at Animal Kingdom they open the park by releasing a bunch of parrots in the air? Yeah, I didn’t either (Honestly, I think I could have gone my whole life without knowing this, but it was kinda cool. You know before getting trampled by a stampede of people trying to be the first to get on the African Safari ride.)

Anyway, I have to say I was expecting some drama because all of us are different and tend to be set in our own ways, but things were pretty mellow. (This may or may not be code for no one was a complete raving bitch and I may or may not be surprised by that.) I don’t know, maybe I was expecting some huge blow up or yelling match, but nope none of that happened.

So yes we were on vacation, but don’t let that word fool you. While we may have been off work and out of town, this trip was anything but relaxing. Fun, yes. Relaxing, not even close. Let me just give you a quick run down:

  • On Tuesday September 13th, at the wonderful time of 1:30 am, we wake up to go meet Tom’s oldest sister so we can leave for the airport with enough time to make our 6 am flight.(Why we chose such an early flight you ask? I have no idea). I have no shame in saying that once we got to our gate (after his mom yelled at a bunch of people at Starbucks. Once again no idea.) I laid down on the dirty carpet and tried to get some sleep.
  • We get to Orlando about 9:40 am (after a 2 hour flight, in which a child kept kicking the back of my seat. The “turn around and stare” didn’t work so well) and made our way to the hotel. After checking in and changing, Tom and I headed to Holly Wood Studios.
  • It’s now about 11:30 am, I am completely exhausted and very cranky. We go on one ride before I have a complete panic attack. (To be fair the bar on the Rockin Roller Coaster was suffocating me and people were taking way too long to get off the fing ride.).After my mini melt down, we head back to the hotel, eat, and then get ready to attend Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party at the Magic Kingdom that night.
  • Around 5 pm we get to the Magical Kingdom (by now we have been up about 15 hours) and have just enough time to get one photo before the torrential down pour begins. After most of the rides get shut down, the shows get cancelled, and we are thoroughly soaked we give in and head back to the hotel for the night.
  • The next day we are up at 7 am to go to Animal Kingdom where we proceed to wait in line 30 minutes before the park opens so that we can run ahead of the forming line to go on the African Safari Ride. Then eat, pool, shower, and more Disney Park fun.
  • The rest of the week goes pretty much the same way, except on Saturday I was actually able to sleep in until, gasp… 9 am. Then on Sunday some asshole booked breakfast at 7:30 am. (This of course means I woke up at 7:15 am put pants on and walked down the hotel hall to the table.)

So as you can see we have a fun filled week! But don’t you worry, we will be doing all this again soon, but this time for FREE. Yep you heard me, free. While all this fun (insanity) was going on a hotel employee decided to go in our room, lock the door, and take a dump. We just happened to come back and catch him the process.

As I said before this trip was a lot of fun, but I think I am going to need sometime to relax before heading out on another family adventure.

Some photos of the trip:

Mi Casa es tu Casa (or something like that)

Welcome to our home; where the bed is never made, dog toys are strewn about, and no matter how many times I vacuum grass still seems to accumulate on my hardwood floor.

After a grueling coupling of months we are finally in our new home! About a week after my last post we closed on the house we had been so anxiously waiting to move into. Hallelujah!

As I write this post my husband and I, as well as our two dogs, have lived at this new address for just over a month. I am proud to say that we are almost completely unpacked and by “almost completely” I mean that anything we couldn’t easily put away we shoved down into the basement. (Thankfully we have a rather large basement). I figure as long as no one can see it and we don’t have to stare at it every day it doesn’t really matter if some boxes sit unpacked. Unfortunately, this means that the rather unpleasant task of cleaning the basemen is looming in the near future. (Maybe if we are lucky some magical elves will clean it up for us at night while we sleep). 

The first month in our new home has been great, especially since we are living in a house that we actually own (or you know, will own once we pay off the mortgage). The best part though is that we can do whatever we want because it is OUR house. We can put things where we want, decorate how we want, and not have to worry that someone else  may be watching TV when your favorite show is on. If I want I can walk around naked, although the neighbors might get offended because we don’t have full coverage curtains yet.Which brings me to the next project on our list. DECORATING!!

I am really looking forward to making this new house a home and I can’t wait to get new furniture and all the little knick knacks that really personalize your space. Tom and I have very different styles though so things are sure to get interesting.

So until I am able to talk Tom into some brand new curtains for the living room I will just stick to laying around in my underwear drinking wine straight from the bottle. (Why would I want to dirty another glass when I’m the one who will have to wash it now?)