Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I know what the "C" word is....
Yes, that is what I was informed of at the dinner table tonight. My Carson asked if he would get in trouble if he tried it out on me. Since I wasn't sure WHICH "C" word he now knows, I assured him that I would not be mad one time. He whispered "crap" and then immediately asked if that was a really bad word. I told him it was bad but not real bad - but that I still didn't want him to say it. He seemed OK with that. I guess we still have a ways to go before we confront REAL problems!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Carson's wonderful mind
Some things are just too precious not to share.
My Sweet, sweet Carson Reese was saying his prayers last night - and as he neared the end and got ready to sign off he added "and please let it be warm tomorrow..... or snow... your choice. Amen"
I love that kid so much.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I won the lottery -- but not in the good way.
I'm just going to say it: all the bizarre medical stuff happens to me. I am SO very thankful that at least to date - all the bizarre stuff has not been life threatening - but it is getting a little annoying that I seem to be a human magnet for unusual ailments but I never earn any money for them. First it was the c section that would not heal. Then it was the c-section that herniated, then it was the other c section that would not heal. Then it was the other c section herniation. Seriously -- to date I am the only human being I know who has had not 2 but 4 c sections but only 2 children to show for it. I thought I had put all that behind me but today I managed to outdo myself.
Here's the quick timeline of what happened: several months ago I started having problems with my right eye. it would swell up and burn and seemed to be getting smaller. I also noticed that I thought my face looked a little crooked but I just chalked that up to getting older and more sensitive about my looks - or lack of them. Went to the regular Dr. She said I had dry eyes and told me to use drops. Didnt work so she sent me to an ophthalmologist (did you know there were 2"l"s in that word?) he said I had dry eye and an overgrown eyelid. Gave me drops and sent me to an opthalmic plastic surgeon. I think "great, I'll get an eyelid lift and look 10 years younger and permanently surprised" and it was all good. Plastic surgery guy says I have blepharitis (inflamation of the oil glands in the eyelid -- yes you have them, and yours are probably clogged too so don't judge me) but he is also concerned about my facial asymmetry. What he actually said was "Do you know one eye is a lot lower than the other one?" Way to boost my ego doc. He asked a whole bunch of questions that I figured were leading somewhere I didn't want to go and that was confirmed when he said I needed a CT scan! what?!?!?!?! I thought I had a dry eye! I thought I was going to get some freshening up! what the @*#&($^ do I need a CT Scan for? PSG won't discuss what he suspects. I spend the next 5 days googling my fingers off only to come up with mostly bad scenarios and whipping myself into quite a frenzy on the inside. CT Scan was done on Monday - with and without dye. I preferred without. Tim and I sat in the car for 15 minutes trying to read the films. I google my fingers off trying to learn to read a CT scan -- no useful info found. Today was my follow up with PSG. He begins by saying "Well -- this is interesting" You are wondering what that means, right? I was too. In this case what it means is that I have a condition/syndrome/disease called Imploding Antrum. It is also referred to as Silent Sinus Syndrome or SSS. Turns out, I dont have an eye problem, I have a sinus problem and a doozy of a sinus problem. PSG says he only deals with eyes and that I need to see an ENT -- are you keeping count? this is Dr. #4 for a dry eye. He says he's not sure what the treatment is and sends me on my way. I google. Immediately. I learn that there isn't much information out there on Imploding Antrum outside of medical journal stuff written in medicalese that I cannot deciper with my journalism degree. I manage to find out that this is because this condition/syndrome/disease only has about 100 documented cases - thus the lottery comment. You are welcome to look this up yourself but basically, I have a black hole in my sinus cavity that is creating suction or "negative pressure" that has been sucking in there long enough to deviate my septum and pull my eye socket down among other things. It is essentially pulling my facial structure towards it and wreaking havoc on my eye and my nose. a strange little factoid about this is that people who have this never feel any pain from it. Doctors do not know why - most people feel quite a bit of pain with a sinus infection - headaches, clogged nose, ear pain etc. SSS people have none of that and what usually drives us to the Dr, is an eye problem. Who would have guessed? The treatment is of course surgical only which is awesome since I thought I made it very clear after my last hernia surgery that I would not be having more surgery. (Insert God laughing) Again -- let me be clear -- I am VERY thankful that this is not life threatening. I am not thankful that I have it though.
I will make an appt with our ENT- who I adore -tomorrow and update as necessary.
In the meantime, if any of you know something about this please send your knowledge my way!
PS -- I guess this means that I really do suck -- at least in my face!
Here's the quick timeline of what happened: several months ago I started having problems with my right eye. it would swell up and burn and seemed to be getting smaller. I also noticed that I thought my face looked a little crooked but I just chalked that up to getting older and more sensitive about my looks - or lack of them. Went to the regular Dr. She said I had dry eyes and told me to use drops. Didnt work so she sent me to an ophthalmologist (did you know there were 2"l"s in that word?) he said I had dry eye and an overgrown eyelid. Gave me drops and sent me to an opthalmic plastic surgeon. I think "great, I'll get an eyelid lift and look 10 years younger and permanently surprised" and it was all good. Plastic surgery guy says I have blepharitis (inflamation of the oil glands in the eyelid -- yes you have them, and yours are probably clogged too so don't judge me) but he is also concerned about my facial asymmetry. What he actually said was "Do you know one eye is a lot lower than the other one?" Way to boost my ego doc. He asked a whole bunch of questions that I figured were leading somewhere I didn't want to go and that was confirmed when he said I needed a CT scan! what?!?!?!?! I thought I had a dry eye! I thought I was going to get some freshening up! what the @*#&($^ do I need a CT Scan for? PSG won't discuss what he suspects. I spend the next 5 days googling my fingers off only to come up with mostly bad scenarios and whipping myself into quite a frenzy on the inside. CT Scan was done on Monday - with and without dye. I preferred without. Tim and I sat in the car for 15 minutes trying to read the films. I google my fingers off trying to learn to read a CT scan -- no useful info found. Today was my follow up with PSG. He begins by saying "Well -- this is interesting" You are wondering what that means, right? I was too. In this case what it means is that I have a condition/syndrome/disease called Imploding Antrum. It is also referred to as Silent Sinus Syndrome or SSS. Turns out, I dont have an eye problem, I have a sinus problem and a doozy of a sinus problem. PSG says he only deals with eyes and that I need to see an ENT -- are you keeping count? this is Dr. #4 for a dry eye. He says he's not sure what the treatment is and sends me on my way. I google. Immediately. I learn that there isn't much information out there on Imploding Antrum outside of medical journal stuff written in medicalese that I cannot deciper with my journalism degree. I manage to find out that this is because this condition/syndrome/disease only has about 100 documented cases - thus the lottery comment. You are welcome to look this up yourself but basically, I have a black hole in my sinus cavity that is creating suction or "negative pressure" that has been sucking in there long enough to deviate my septum and pull my eye socket down among other things. It is essentially pulling my facial structure towards it and wreaking havoc on my eye and my nose. a strange little factoid about this is that people who have this never feel any pain from it. Doctors do not know why - most people feel quite a bit of pain with a sinus infection - headaches, clogged nose, ear pain etc. SSS people have none of that and what usually drives us to the Dr, is an eye problem. Who would have guessed? The treatment is of course surgical only which is awesome since I thought I made it very clear after my last hernia surgery that I would not be having more surgery. (Insert God laughing) Again -- let me be clear -- I am VERY thankful that this is not life threatening. I am not thankful that I have it though.
I will make an appt with our ENT- who I adore -tomorrow and update as necessary.
In the meantime, if any of you know something about this please send your knowledge my way!
PS -- I guess this means that I really do suck -- at least in my face!
Friday, March 13, 2009
We've got girl trouble.
These are actual comments made by my little chick magnets tonight:
Carson: Mommy, today wasn't very good at school.
Mommy: Why not?
Carson: Because TWO girls are Koo Koo over me and they won't leave me alone!
Mommy: You'd better just get used to that buddy.
and I bought Griffin a t shirt that says "Lady Killer" on it - and when Carson told him what it said, he threw it on the floor and started to cry and said "I'm NOT gonna wear that!" when I asked why, he said "Because then all the girls are gonna love me!" Poor guy -- he has such a looooong road ahead of him.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Girl parties are tricky...
Today Carson went to a girl birthday party. For the record, he only agreed to go because it was at a gymnastics studio and he knew that there would be trampoline time and time to swing on a rope into a huge pit of giant foam blocks. The girl in question is a nice little girl who adores Carson and therein lies the problem - he does not adore being adored. One day that will be funny.
Anywho - I bought the present, card and wrapping on my own since Carson could not be bothered to look at boring girl stuff. I picked out a nice present and a nice little card that said something about a sweet girl having a great birthday. The "incident" happened as the birthday girl was opening her presents. They had all the kids in a semi-circle around her and she decided to read each card out loud before opening the presents. All the parents were standing behind the kids watching as the room got quiet so they could all hear who the present was from and what the card said. When she got to Carson's present, she read the card about a sweet girl having a great birthday, at which point, Carson turned to me and yelled "What kind of card did you BUY?!?!?!"
All the parents burst into laughter as I tried to reassure him that it was just a nice card and that there wasn't anything weird in it - his ears were so red and he was truly upset with me for that card. I was trying not to laugh but I couldn't help it and he yelled, "I DO NOT think she is sweet!" One day he will see how funny this was - but for now, I've learned my lesson and from this point on, all girl's birthday cards will simply say Happy Birthday and nothing more! Seeing as how there were lots of girls at this party who witnessed this -- I may never have to buy another girl's birthday card anyway. That boy just cracks me up!
Anywho - I bought the present, card and wrapping on my own since Carson could not be bothered to look at boring girl stuff. I picked out a nice present and a nice little card that said something about a sweet girl having a great birthday. The "incident" happened as the birthday girl was opening her presents. They had all the kids in a semi-circle around her and she decided to read each card out loud before opening the presents. All the parents were standing behind the kids watching as the room got quiet so they could all hear who the present was from and what the card said. When she got to Carson's present, she read the card about a sweet girl having a great birthday, at which point, Carson turned to me and yelled "What kind of card did you BUY?!?!?!"
All the parents burst into laughter as I tried to reassure him that it was just a nice card and that there wasn't anything weird in it - his ears were so red and he was truly upset with me for that card. I was trying not to laugh but I couldn't help it and he yelled, "I DO NOT think she is sweet!" One day he will see how funny this was - but for now, I've learned my lesson and from this point on, all girl's birthday cards will simply say Happy Birthday and nothing more! Seeing as how there were lots of girls at this party who witnessed this -- I may never have to buy another girl's birthday card anyway. That boy just cracks me up!
We have PROPER ducks!!
That is what I woke to this morning... two very excited little guys hopping up and down and gleefully yelling that I had to come look at the ducks in our swimming pool. Apparently, a lovely pair of wild mallards had decided to take a little vacation in our pool and the boys were thrilled. There they were, just swimming about, happy as you please while our 140 lb dog laid in the yard and watched. He's getting older and I guess the thrill is gone from chasing stuff that shouldn't be in the yard. Carson, who can always be counted on to find the wonder in the smallest things, proudly told me that these weren't just any ducks, they were PROPER ducks because they used the steps to get out of the pool instead of just flying. And lo and behold, while he was telling me that - they did use the steps to get out to his delight. They hung around long enough to keep them entertained for a couple of hours and then they were on their way again. I hope they come back - its amazing how happy a couple of random ducks can make a couple of random boys!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)