Everyone's healing up nicely

I’m turning into one of those people who never post anymore. Unfortunately, we haven’t done much lately to post about! I just don’t do anything that exciting anymore.

Mom had her surgery last week. It went very well and the doctor appeared to be very pleased when he came out to tell us how it went. They kept her overnight and sent her home on Saturday afternoon. Grandma and Phil came and sat at the hospital with Chris, Dad, and I. It was good to see them, it’s been awhile.

I originally had my follow up appointment with my doctor today, but they called last Thursday and said they had to move it to Monday (yesterday). So I got the all clear – all healed up and can go swimming again!!!!! Of course, now it’s not 110 degrees in the shade anymore, but I won’t bitch about that.

He did tell me that the biopsy came back moderate dysplasia, which is even worse than the last one. My first pap was just abnormal. Second pap was mild dysplasia. Biopsy was moderate dysplasia. The only thing left before cancer is severe dysplasia, which is basically cancer before it starts spreading if I understand it right. So I’m very glad that I went ahead and had the procedure done as quickly as I did, since it sounds like I would have ended up with cervical cancer soon. Hopefully, this procedure has taken care of the problem, and my next pap in November will come back normal.

Now, please everyone, DO NOT tell my mother the above paragraph. She’s already convinced that I have cancer and has been freaking out pretty hard about it, and right now; she needs to worry about getting herself well. I’m not really worried about her reading this, cuz she can’t ever find my blog unless Sandie pulls it up for her.

After my appointment yesterday, Chris took me to a lake so we could go swimming, and we finally found a private little area and drove out to the beach, and he pulls a bag out of the truck where he packed my bathing suit and towels and stuff. At least, he thought he did! My bathing suit came with this little skirt/wrap thing, and that’s the part he grabbed instead of the actual bathing suit. The look on his face! I do wish I’d had my camera. So we head on home, and he promises to take me swimming this weekend. I’ll be sure to do the packing for that one!

Hootenanny

Of course we missed the hootenanny. We pulled up just as people started exiting the building. The good news is that it was indoors, which means that next year we don't have to worry about how hot it is, we can just go and enjoy it!

That's okay though, we had a good time anyway. We stopped at the store and bought some munchies and headed out to Okema lake. I still can't swim damn it. Another week before I go to the doctor, and he'd better tell me I can go swimming again! Still, it is a very nice lake, amazingly clear, and we will be going back again soon. But it was too hot to sit out there without being able to get wet (I'd not planned on getting wet, so didn't have appropriate shoes. I just can't walk barefooted in a lake - ick.) I told Chris he could go swim if he wanted, but he said if I had to suffer, he'd suffer too. I think he was just afraid that I'd really make him suffer if he got to cool off and I didn't!

Anyway, we had a nice time just driving around, enjoying each other's company. It is time to start looking for a fuel efficient car though - $2.839/gallon in a truck that gets approximately 15 mpg's (I may be optimistic with that figure) isn't cheap.

Then we headed to Steak & Ale for their all you can eat prime rib - our very favorite dinner of all time. Four hours later I still couldn't fall asleep cuz I was still so full. Mmmmm.

We are sooo lazy!

Chris and I were going to go to Okema to the Woody Guthrie Bluegrass Festival yesterday, but it's been 100+ for the last few days, so we decided to go in the evening instead of all day like we normally would.

I used to be able to stay up all night and sleep in til 2:00 in the afternoon on weekends. Then I'd get up, smoke a little, eat, and go back to bed. Repeat as necessary, then go out that night and party till 3:00 in the morning and repeat again. Perfect weekend in my opinion. At least back then.

Then I got the job where I had to be at work at 7:00, and I just didn't have a choice but to get up early - which meant go to bed much earlier. Now, I'm usually in bed by 12:00 and up by 6:00. Even on weekends. Even when we went to New Mexico for a week and I was waking up at 5:00 every morning (different time zone). Sleeping late these days is 8:00, which I actually managed to do this morning.

On the other hand, Chris "power" sleeps. That man can sleep for 10 hours at a time if you let him. So by the time he gets up, I've already been up and worked on homework, or been on the computer, or something, and I'm ready for a nap. So I'll stay up with him for an hour or two, then go lay down and ask him to wake me up in an about an hour.

So yesterday, he doesn't wake me up and I sleep til around 5:00. I don't know about you, but an all day nap always makes me feel groggy for a couple hours afterwards. Especially if I eat right after getting up, which we did. Next thing I knew it was 7:00, and neither of us were even close to getting ready. The festival was only open til about 11:00, and it's over an hour's drive from here to there.

(I just realized that I use the word 'so' a lot.)

We decided to do something else last night, and that we'd go to the hootenanny today at noon. Isn't that a great word? I love saying it - hottenanny. It just sounds fun.

Except we kept debating about where we wanted to go. Movies, bowling, pool, comedy club, go visit people. There's actually not a lot of choices around here. We never could decide what to go do, and UFC Championship Fighting came on, so we ended up staying home instead. Which is actually okay with me, I'm a homebody, and would much rather be able to kick my feet up and smoke a cigarette, and be comfortable than be out around a bunch of people.

Now I have to go get Chris up, so we can maybe make out to the hootenanny by noon. Wish us luck!

I'm back!

Lesley called me last night to ask me what was wrong, I hadn’t blogged in a couple weeks? I always wonder what’s going on when one of the blogs I read isn’t updated for a while, unfortunately, I can’t call any of mine to find out.

I’ve actually had some news to share, I just haven’t had the energy to write about it all. I was elected Treasurer of my PTK chapter, and we went to a leadership conference at Texas A&M in Commerce. That was so much fun – the best time I’ve had in a long time. We laughed, and played card games, and laughed some more. I can’t wait until the next trip.

I also got a scholarship for the 2006-2007 school year. It’s not a very big one, but it will pay for most of my tuition, so there’s one less thing I have to worry about!

We spent entirely too much money on the 4th of July, and I forgot my camera so didn’t take any pictures of our beautiful fireworks. We didn’t get to set them all off – turns out that during the week, the park has an 11:00 curfew instead of 12:00, so we didn’t get to set off any of the really good ones at all. We waited until the next Saturday and went out to a friends place (in the middle of BFE) and set them off for the kids – they loved it. Shaylee is almost 2 so we worried how she would react, but she ooohhhed and aaaahhhhed and wowed.

Things have been a little tense around the house lately. All of us have been fighting off some depression, none of us very successfully. It’s been pretty tough on Chris and I having to deal with and take care of Mom and Dad, especially as newlyweds. When Mom first got sick with her aneurysm right before the wedding, and we knew that we were going to have to take care of Mom and Dad, and that Mom was going to have to live with us for a little while, I told Chris that if he wanted to postpone, or even call off the wedding I would understand. Of course he didn’t, and I am so very glad that he didn’t. But neither of us really understood what we were getting into with Mom & Dad.

Chris and I talked the other night, and I told him that I feel like I’m drowning. Everyone needs something and it seems like I’m the only one who can provide any of it. When Mom moved here, I thought that things would get better, that she would be able to help me with Dad – go and visit, take him stuff, etc. Instead, she never wants to go see him, so I still have to do everything for him and she’s here with her wants and needs as well. Her not having a car isn’t helping the matter any, but what am I supposed to do? I refuse to let her drive while she’s on the Xanax and the doctor wants to wait until after her aneurysm surgery to get her off of it, so yet again we’re in limbo.

Chris has been a bit depressed himself. He was in between jobs when Mom had her wreck, and he’s been a godsend to be able to take her to all of her doctor’s appointments. But he doesn’t feel like he’s contributing to the household, and every time he goes to look for a job, something else pops up that I need him to handle for me.

I went to the doctor on Monday to discuss my potassium, and she said that the last blood work showed I’m diabetic, and all my bad stuff went higher and my good stuff went lower, and she’d be putting me on a bunch of medication except we’re going to try to get pregnant in 6 months. So I’m to diet and exercise and quit smoking…….

And then I’ve got that respiratory sickness we had last October again. It’s not as bad this time, but I can’t sleep at night for coughing, can’t breathe, and if my nose doesn’t open up soon, I’m going to cut the damn thing off! Where does all that snot come from?????

So right now I’m just getting thru each day, trying not to take it out on the people around me, and hoping that someday soon it’s going to get better. It’s got to, right?