Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Good morning. I'm going to throw a bunch of random stuff out here because . . . well, that's where I'm at this morning. Actually, I think this post is going to be an extended moan.
I woke up at 5:00 and couldn't get back to sleep because I kept thinking about how much work I have to do. Over the first four days this week, I did about 35 hours of work. I have another 14 or 15 to do by the end of the day tomorrow. I'm starting to feel like a robot. Once I started writing lesson plans in my head as I lay in the dark bedroom, I knew it was time to get up.
It's 25 degrees outside, and my driveway is glazed with ice, so I took Smokey through the yard and around the house. Most of the snow cover is gone. Fortunately for us, the temps remained above freezing yesterday while the 1.5 inches of rain was falling.
We have four outstanding invoices that we expected to receive payment on by now. I'm trying not to freak out about the thousands of dollars we're owed and about our tight cash flow. I expect to get some of the money within a week, but it's not something I can control. Any prayers for the situation would be much appreciated.
Today would have been my dad's 94th birthday. He's been gone since October 2001, and I'm missing him this week. The other day, I woke up early in the morning and as I was lying in bed, I felt his presence in a way I never have before. In a very strange sort of way, I felt that I had become him, as though I was in his body . . . although I didn't feel male or anything like that. He was a hard worker, and for a few seconds, I felt like I was living his life, waking up tired but knowing that I had to get up and push through the day whether I wanted to or not. I think probably what happened was that the way I'm feeling this week triggered some very old, very vivid memory of the way I perceived my dad in the mornings. I don't know. As I said, I've never experienced anything like that before and I don't really have words for it.
We've also had some family troubles. Michael lost his only aunt this week, and my mother has been in the hospital with pneumonia. We're not sure when his aunt's memorial service will be. She lived down by St. Louis. At this point, we're thinking Michael will go without me. He and his sister will rent a car and drive. (Her car is too old for the jouney, and if Michael takes our car, I'll be without transportation for two days. We're a one-car couple.)
Oh, and as of this morning, I had 172 unread posts in my reader, and I know I won't be able to read blogs either today or tomorrw. I don't imagine I'm going to be able to catch up, do you? Next week, I'll just have to start fresh and do my best to scan the old posts for anything I didn't want to miss.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Evan was released from the hospital yesterday!!!
Wow, today has been a very long and emotional day. There are no words to describe how we feel today. After 241 day in the hospital EVAN IS FINALLY OUT!!!! I guess it makes our let down the past week a bit easier to handle. I am sure you can imagine how busy it has been for us today.
Evan was finally released at 3:15 this afternoon. Our day prior to that was spent packing up the last of our things, taking Ian to the Dental Clinic (more on that later) and making a few trips to the Skywalk Pharmacy (located in the bldg) to pick-up all of his meds. How many meds you are wondering, well hold on to your seat folks.......35 (by G-tube, mouth cares, G-tube cares, IV meds), his TPN and his IV fluids. Yes, that correct and just a bit overwhelming. Some of them are PRN (as needed) but not many! I will share his schedule with you when I have the time (and energy) to type it all!! He is getting something every 6 hours.
He is doing well. It has been a lot for him to take in today. Tomorrow and Friday he has clinic at 1pm. He also has PT on Friday before clinic. They will draw labs each day and any changes will be made then. I will give you more info on our clinic visits once we make it through our first. Please say a prayer for him tomorrow as it is going to be a very big adjustment. Thankfully our fabulous PA, Darci, is going to meet him in clinic tomorrow. She wants to be able to help ease him into things. We are really going to miss Darci. Her office was directly across from Ev's room. I am sure it will be a bit strange for her to not see his crazy green alien picking his nose in a santa hat, that he painted on his door in the morning. We received a huge round of applause from everyone around the nurses station when we left. Yes, I lost it!! Lori, Issy's mom gave me a big hug which also threw me over the edge. Heck, I am starting all over again just typing this. We will miss all of our wonderful "family" on the HOT unit. We have seen these incredible people every day for the last 241 and they have made a huge imprint upon our hearts and souls. Our lives have truly been changed because of all their hard work and dedicate to our precious boy.
Okay, I guess I am a bit more emotional that I thought! I will update more on Ev's medical stuff tomorrow. I will also give you an update on Ian then as well. I just wanted to make sure you could all share in our wonderful news. This journey is FAR from over, we are just on the next new path. Good night and God Bless.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sometimes it iz hard to be a Good Dog. I want my mom to play with me lots more than she does. I want her to hold me on her lap and pet me and get rid of that stoopid laptop. The only good thing about it iz that I gets to blog sometimes. And that's how I got to know all of you. Did you all send me birfday cards? With treats in dem?
Oh, Mom just told me that it's "bad" to ask for presents. There are so many things to remember when you want to be a Good Dog.
I want to tell you a story. I think Mom told it once, but I want to tell my side. A long time ago I lived in a house with two other humans and four grown-up dogs and eight puppies. Three of the puppies was my siblings and five was my cousins. I had lots of playmates, but some of them were really bossy. I'm not very bossy, you know, and I sorta got overlooked a lot.
One day these two new humans came and looked at all of us. I heard the lady say somethin' to the man about how I wuz duh one whoze pitcher she looked at on teh Internet. She liked me best, but duh man wazn't so sure. But after playing out in duh yard for a while, duh man agreed that I had the sweetest personality of the whole mess of puppies. (I'm not bragging, just telling what they sed.)
I liked it that they paid 'tenshun to me cuz in that big pack, I wasn't used to being the center of 'tenshun. Then the dog breeder lady (I forgotted her name cuz she ain't my mom no more) said, "Let's all go in the house." Well, the grown up dogs went in first and the puppies scrambled in next. I was last, like always, cuz i was what the dog breeder lady called an "Omega puppy." (That's opposite of alpha. I was the mostest submissive in the pack.) I wuz last, and as I wuz goin' inside I worried that I wasn't going to see the nice lady who had fussed over me anymore. So I stopped right smack in the middle of the doorway and looked back at her and gave her a stare to say, "Iz you comin' or what?" So she came in the house, and the dog breeder lady said it was ok for her and duh man to 'dopt me only not till I wuz a little older.
And that's how Ruth and Michael became my mom and dad. Cuz I picked them and the dog breeder lady knew that I was smart and right and a Good Dog. (And I wuz. Just look how happy Mom is in the picture. Another lady took it that same day.)
Happy birfday to me.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The second graphic novel I read is Laika. This book is equally well done, and unlike Maus, it's in color. But I had a really difficult time reading this one because it's about the dog that died in the second spacecraft launched by the Soviet Union. What was really hard for me to take is that the people who planned the launch made absolutely no provision for bringing the dog back down. They rushed their second launch before they were ready because Khrushchev wanted to demonstrate Soviet superiority over the U.S. on the 40th anniversary of the revolution. The dog lived only 5 hours and died from heat stress, although the Soviet authorities lied about Laika's fate until 2002! (They claimed it lived 4 or 5 days and then was painlessly euthanized.) Anyway, this book is well done but I can't recommend it unless you have a strong stomach for human cruelty to animals. (I know it's ridiculous that I can tolerate human cruelty to humans better than human cruelty to animals, but at least I know I'm not alone in this.)
Finally, I just finished another book that I read for fun: Roma: The Novel of Ancient Rome (Novels of Ancient Rome) by Steven Saylor. Jay Simser recommended it, and I really like good historical novels so I was glad to get this one. It's a fictional account of the history of Rome from the very earliest times of settlement by the Tiber to the end of Augustus' reign. I think probably the most fascinating part of it was the way it came up with explanations for the many legends and religious rituals that the ancient Romans had. Many famous Romans—Scipio Africanus, the Gracchi brothers, and Julius Caesar—are all characters in the novel. I'm hoping Saylor writes a sequel.
Friday, February 13, 2009
serrated knife blade carving me in hemispheres,
good half, bad half, toss the unacceptable
the way one slices a blue-furred softness
from a peach,
then devours the sweet remainder,
sucking on the pit to savor each luscious drop.
But you, my love,
penetrate without injury,
fit me like a joint within its proper socket,
suffuse me like magma in the crevices of earth.
With you inside, my severed halves are unified,
and only when you exit,
do you wound me.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Then a couple of years later, T Bone Burnett (my hero) came out with a retrospective collection of his whole career. I bought that as soon as it was available and listened to it over and over.
These two events (and the purchase of a laptop with iTunes) combined to give me a new interest in popular music. It comes and goes, but I listen to a couple of different stations that play recent music that isn't too hard or unmelodic. (Although I do have occasional forays into the wild side: I love most of the songs on Icky Thump by the White Stripes).
I still have quite a few gaps in my musical knowledge. We watched the Grammys last night (and 60 Minutes ahead of it), and now I'm curious about Coldplay. I've heard the name for ages, but they just aren't featured on the radio station I listen to most. Anyone want to enlighten me about their best music?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
"In a week of wondering how various things in our family life will unfold, I found myself thinking of the way Maria comforted the Von Trapp children in one of my favorite movies. Frightened by a thunder storm, the children descend upon her, and she sings to them about her favorite things, taking their minds off the storm.
So, let's encourage ourselves. Share with us five of your favorite things. Use words or pictures, whatever expresses it best."
1. Michael, obviously . . . but since he's not really a thing, I decided to post one of our favorite things to do together. We love going to French restaurants. I just love having a really well-prepared, leisurely dinner with exquisite tastes. Yummmm.
2. Smokey and his endearing personality. I love the way he crawls on my lap when I say, "I want a Smokey hug," the way he looks at me so hopefully when he's asking to play fetch, the way he curls up next to me in bed. He's truly the sweetest dog I've ever known.