Friday, October 19, 2012

Birthday Weekend

Well, last week was my birthday week, and as promised I have way more excitement to report! The week started off with a new job. I am now the tutor of a high school sophomore. Tutoring definitely makes me feel like I can finally put all of my college credits to good use. Sure I have been utilizing some of my teacher training raising my son, but it always nice to try these things out on other people's kids and see if it really works. Tutoring has also proved to be very trying. The student I tutor is great, but I must say I have been more than a little disappointed at the response of some of his teachers. It is like they have just given up. Now, I know I am a bleeding heart, but I believe that as an educator you should make an effort to always be a positive influence in student's lives. If a teacher gives up, it sends the message to the student that it's ok to give up. I don't know about everyone else, but that is not the message I think we should be sending to students. We should be facilitating student's learning in an environment that continually strives to move forward no matter how difficult the journey. (Well, that unexpectedly turned into a crazy rant...). Moving on...In addition to starting my new job, I also began pursuing Baking and Pastry school. I have done a tour of one school so far. It was a great tour, but admissions has been a little pushy. I will be shadowing a class at another school this weekend. The class is called "Specialty Cakes," so I plan to come home with a sugar buzz from cake icing. (If this doesn't happen, I think I will be greatly disappointed). My actual birthday weekend was amazing! My husband and I went to dinner with our close friends. We were home by ten. That's right, ten! We ate, my friend wouldn't let her husband ride the mechanical bull, the music became unbearably loud, kids started rolling in, and that was our cue to leave. The wonders of getting old will never cease. (I would also like to point out that my friend is almost eight months pregnant, and I'm menopausal. So really, we were living on the edge being out past nine). I had some people over for lunch the next day to help me celebrate with a honey baked ham. Because it really isn't a celebration without some honey baked ham! So, Ham Day, as I lovingly named it, began with me making champagne jello, chocolates, and banana bread. (My house smelled amazing!) It was a great day with lots of food, and just visiting with family. I especially enjoyed spending time with my grandmother. She gave me some of the most amazing socks I've ever owned for my birthday. I'm going to go on a small rant about these socks. They are made by a company called SmartWool that is based in Boulder, CO. They are made of Merino wool and nylon. Now, generally I am allergic to wool, but these socks are so soft that they do not itch at all. These socks are so comfortable, and keep my feet from sweating. (Which, with all of the hot flashes, happens a lot). So, if you are thinking of a gift for a loved one...SmartWool socks are a definite way to go. Ok, that will be the last time of speak of my socks in this post. (I'm only saying this post, because I find them so amazing, that I can't promise I won't talk about them later). Back to my grandma. I sent her home with the magazine that recently printed one of my poems, and she called me the second she got home to tell me she read it and loved it. I don't know what it is for me, but there is something special about my grandma telling me I'm doing great, that makes it all the more believeable. My grandparents have always been special to me, and since my grandfather passed away, I feel like my grandma's opinion is all the more important. Like she speaks for the both of them now. Wow, this post took a quick turn for the sentimental, but I guess that's what happens with old age. Who knew old age began at 26?
One other highlight I would like to discuss about my birthday weekend was that I got to spend some time with some old friends. We all took our kids to the zoo the Sunday after my birthday. It was so great to see them as moms now. They are still the same fun girls that they were in high school, but somehow completely grown up at the same time.
Being with them made me realize that everything I have gone through has made me completely different, but that some parts of me will always be intact.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

A Puzzling Week of Antibiotics

I know you all have been waiting to read how my run with the antibiotics went. They were horrible, of course. The antibiotics made me so dizzy in fact, that I ended up having to stop at day six of a ten day prescription. My week on the meds was a bit of a blur, so nothing too terribly interesting to report. My little guy seems happy that I am starting to feel better. I've decided he finds me more boring than I find myself. I love when I feel too sick to do projects with him, and he looks at me with the same disgusted look he gives brussel sprouts. (My kid loves most vegetables, but he is most definitely not a fan of brussel sprouts). It's a sad day when your kid equates you to brussel sprouts. Highlights of the past week that you all have missed: I attempted a 1000 piece puzzle. My husband attempted to help me. My son threw pieces off the table. We completed the entire perimeter! (I know this is sort of lack luster, since the outside of the puzzle is the easiest part, but I am going to take accomplishments where I can get them). This was not just any puzzle, this was a Thomas Kincade puzzle. Attempting any 1000 piece puzzle is a feat, but I think attempting to match brushstrokes in a 1000 piece puzzle is torture. Needless to say, the puzzle is now back in it's box where it belongs. Other highlights: I have been baking up a storm. Anyone that is facebook friends with me knows that I have taken to cooking as I'm healing from my surgery. Baking has become so relaxing, and my favorite thing to do. I am even looking into the Baking and Pastry school through the Culinary Art Institute. Why not? I decided I am only going to live once, so why not pursue an interest I am passionate about. I shall have more to report in the coming week, since it is my birthday week! I'm sure 26 is an abnormal year to be excited about, but after the crazy year I have had, I feel like I have so much to celebrate.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Emergency Room Fun

My Dear Readers,

While I do not come bearing a sad steroid withdrawal story, I do come with a tale of woe about an E.R. visit this past weekend. Beginning Friday night, I felt as if I had been hit in the face with a baseball bat. (I actually have no frame of reference for this, but let's just assume we can all imagine what that feels like). I went to bed early, feeling just awful. Woke up Saturday morning feeling even worse. My husband left for a few hours to run some errands, and by the time he came back I was in a crazy amount of pain, shaking, and having trouble breathing. I finally decided it was time to head to the E.R. I can honestly say I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. My body was hurting from head to toe, but at the same time my hands, legs, and face were going numb. I was having the hardest time catching my breath. It was similar to an asthma attack, but worse. Oddly enough, I wasn't panicking about it. I kissed my kid, and my husband drove me to the E.R. closest to our house. As my husband was filling out all of my paperwork, and they were checking my vitals, the numbness in my hand became worse and they started shaking. At this point, the nurse checking me in thought I might be having an allergic reaction to the steroid I was on. Unlike any normal person at this moment might have been freaking out, I just sat there and told my husband that I loved him the best I could, since I kept gasping for air. The nurse so sweetly told me to take deeper breaths. I laughed on the inside, and thought, "if I could do that, I probably wouldn't be here lady." So they finally get me back and I had the blood draw from hell. My husband tried to warn the girl that I have child-like arms and a small needle would be easier, but she felt she knew best. One blown vein, and another painful prick later, my blood had been drawn and I was all set for an I.V. They let me know that the doc would be in to see me soon. Now, if you have ever been in an E.R. before, you know that there are really good E.R. doctors, and the ones without any bedside manner that make you wish you had just died at home in peace. Needless to say, I laid there trying not to shake to death praying for a good doctor. Thankfully, a very nice woman came in. She checked me out, and told me all the tests they were going to run. She did not think it was from the steroid, and told me I was running a crazy high fever of 104.0. Apparently, super high fevers can make you have extreme pain, shaking, and numbness. Who knew? They gave me some meds and and an I.V., ran some tests to make sure it wasn't pneumonia, and then we waited in the room for close to six hours. Fun times! I'm pretty sure we watched ten episodes of Pawn Stars. I will spare you the details of my husband fighting with my nurse because my I.V. wasn't working, and that she hadn't come to check on me once in that time. Wait, I guess that was it. You really weren't spared at all. My husband is "trained to save," and takes great offense to someone not getting the whole I.V. thing right. Finally, my doctor came back in to let me know that I have a severe sinus infection. (Which, in retrospect, makes the baseball bat to the face feeling make sense). She thinks I was more susceptible to getting a bad infection because I was on the steroid. So really, this is a sad steroid story...Now that I have come full circle, I will go lay back down. I am taking meds around the clock. Tylenol, antibiotics, anti-nausea meds for my antibiotics...What a blast! So I feel awful, and am on the hunt for a good probiotic.
I will try to write again soon.