Monday, January 10, 2011
Tiny Bump Fixed
Well, here I go again. In order to aid my breathing and maybe help my sleep apnea I will have the deviated septum in the right nostril fixed. I am as nervous as a whore in church! I have cleaned just about everything in my house today that needed cleaned, hit the library, Michaels and even hit McD's for a caramel Frappe'. Advised my husband that in order to make me happy today three pictures that I had re-framed must be hung. Bless him - he did the hanging - probably wishing it was me not the pictures he was hammering into the wall. Didn't even cook dinner - too anxious. I did however, quickly consume a pimento cheese sandwich (one of my comfort foods) and then had a baked apple. I must say that I'm very grateful for the pain drugs I am about to receive! I don't want to remember anything. It would be lovely to wake up three or four days from now just feeling great and who knows - maybe I'll drop a few pounds in the process. Wouldn't that be the cherry on top! Well, alright, I will make a small confession here - don't tell anyone - our little secret - OKAY! I am also having my nose fixed - yes - you got it - FIXED is the operative word here. I'll deny it from this day forward - the small (well, maybe not really small) bump on the bridge (ugh! did I say bridge - my nose is not that large! But you get the general idea of the location of the very tiny bump on my nose. It will exist nevermore!!! And I'm gonna be a really happy camper. Now to get the other parts of my face to match will be a real challenge - I also have baggy eye lids - my Dad's plastic surgeon told me which doctor to go to so that my insurance would cover the surgery - maybe when I get just a little more courage I'll do that deed. Now I have to figure out how in the world to fix my chicken neck, muffin top and baggy knees. Do plastic surgeons in training give cut rate deals for practice on dummy's like me?You know, kinda like a beauty school gives cheap hair cuts and color. Just wonderin'. I have to be honest with ya - if they did - I would be first in line. Hmmmm - maybe a butt lift and boob lift!!
Anyway, I'll be under the weather for a few days but I'll sign on again when feeling fresh as a daisy.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
DARTH VADER LOOK ALIKE
I confess - I SNORE - sounding much like a freight train according to Randy. In fact, I can't remember when I didn't snore at least a little. Due to life's stress and daily challenges I always attributed my fatigue to just that -- life, work, kids, money, etc. However, Randy kept nagging me to find out if I was actually suffering from sleep apnea. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore - not the nagging - but the on-going fatigue and needing to take long naps - I was sleeping as little as 3 hours to as much as 12 hours per night. I had complained to my doctor at each and every physical that I suffered from terrible fatigue but a sleep study was never discussed. Now, of course,I look like Darth Vader when I go to bed!! The machine makes noise as well as lights up the bedroom - I absolutely hate this - my number 1 and 2 sleep requirements are absolute darkness and utter quite! I was surprised that I could actually sleep with the two major disturbances, however, I do and I almost always awake feeling rested and energized. There are times, however, when I yank the darn thing off my face and throw it on the floor sometime during the night - now on those mornings I know I'm going to feel like crap and take a very long nap during the day. The mask will lose it's seal and make loud farting sounds and sometimes a shrill whistle sound. That is when it hits the floor - not putting up with that ruckus one little bit!link | posted by BootyJC at 8:03 PM
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Much Ado About NothingWell, it has been a very,very long time since I actually posted any updates to this site. To tell you the truth I just haven't felt up to it. There has been so much stress and confusion in the last few years. Where to begin - Emily - my step-mother-in-law passed away. While it was heart breaking it was also a huge relief for us. She had not been herself for so long due to the dementia. You suffer the loss of the person simply due to the dementia. Then, they actually die and you experience it all over again. Including guilt that just maybe you didn't do enough for your loved one. You have spent so much time providing for their care you feel like you are actually living their life for them. Then there was still my Dad. Although it was easier now, just caring for one elderly parent it was still very demanding and time consuming. Lets not even mention the sense of responsibility involved.
My daughter, her husband and her two babies moved into our home. My son-in-law was out of work and wanted to spend his time completing his college education. My daughter also wanted to get her degree on-line. So, they lived with us. Every other week her two oldest kids stayed at our home as per her divorce agreement. Needless to say, the house was packed like sardines and with two women in the house it seemed like we were always in a stand-off as to who (or is is whom) was going to actually run the house, plan the meals - just plain run the plantation. The noise level bothered me a lot so I retreated to my room for peace. Keeping in mind that I had just lost my mother-in-law and was still taking care of my Dad there was a lot on my plate. It adversely affected the relationships of everyone in the house. I resented them and they resented Randy and I. I knew this would happen, however, I somehow thought we would all handle it better. I was so fragile emotionally I think I just blew everything up to be bigger than it really was. My daughter seemed to do the same thing. (Guess we are very much alike) She finally took over the preparation of evening meals and frequently did the grocery shopping for me which was a very big help. When she cleaned the house or did the laundry I was over the moon with excitement. I had absolutely no energy, needed to sleep round the clock and felt out of touch with everyone - including Randy. Although he was sensitive to my feelings I always interpreted everything as a criticism had hurt feelings and cried that I was just exhausted.
Well, yes, I was exhausted! However, I didn't know it at the time but I had developed severe sleep apnea. Never going into the rim sleep phase, stopping breathing as much as 70 times in an hour. YES, I WAS EXHAUSTED and slept every chance I got. It wasn't until months after my Dad passed away that I finally participated in a sleep study. I had attributed everything to my stress level - not a sleeping problem. Anyway, now that I look like Darth Vader when I go to bed I am actually sleeping a sound and restful sleep due to the c-pap.
My life has slowly taken on a new and revived pace. Randy retired in June and we have been working on repairs to the house so that when we go to sell it we won't have to rush around to get everything done. I now have my scrap room back and I'm loving every minute of it - my very own retreat. Daniel put in crown molding for us and it is a very restful and creative place to work on my projects. Randy should start work part time sometime this month and he and I are both looking forward to it. I promise there will be more updates later.
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