I do NOT have a brain tumor. Not that I thought I did, but the doctorman made me rule it out this week. Yes - I know. So, the crazy is all mine. ALL MINE. I'm not sure if I like that or not.
Work is scary slow. So far in this recession that I call a depression, we have been pretty much unscathed. Not so lately. We need a good finish to the month...that would make many people breathe easier. So, since it is so slow, I have really not had much to do. Well, there is always something to do really, but I work best when I have a succession of things in a certain order, under pressure. I always have.
I have a sinus infection...like everyone else this year, it seems. So - while I was having the CT scan to rule out the tumor, I had one of my sinuses. I assumed they would be full of gunk...I can NEVER breathe, or my nose runs all the time. But, NOPE - all clear. So, mr doc says to see an allergist if the problems persist, not an ENT. Good hell...I don't want any more doctors. But I also like breathing.
My kiddos - the little ones, were here last evening. I had such fun with them. Brodie is saying everything and I can't even believe it. They love coming here, there is grass to play in, rocks to climb on, carpet to run on swings and a slide, and a lot of room to run. By the time they leave I need a pill or two and a beer. They wear me all the way out--- being with them is aerobic, I'm telling you. And nerve wracking and for that, I have no idea why. I am on high alert every second...worrying that they will hurt themselves somehow. And every damned time they visit, they do. Brodie left with a big old goose egg on his head AGAIN last night. They are just so full of energy. Zach runs every bit as much as Brodie. He is in that stage where everything is a wonder, so fascinating. I love it. I love them. I cannot even tell you how much.
I am going to the SYMPHONY tonight and I am so excited! I have always wanted to go. Like I said in an earlier blog post, I am getting on with living. My pain can suck it. I am taking pills and getting on with my life---and I am tired, but it's worth it. So anyway, I cannot wait for tonight. We will get dressed up, (some) and have a real evening out together. I may hate the symphony, but I'll bet I don't. The one thing I am worried about is falling asleep. Every time I stop moving...that's what I do. I average about four hours a night on sleep, so I am quite tired. I cannot sleep due to pain. This problem is the one I cannot change, at least so far. Laying or sitting with my head anywhere but straight up hurts like a youknowwhat. Yeah, like that. If I could sleep like a horse and stand in my stall it would be fine. So I muddle along. TIRED. But I am getting used to it. Eventually the lack of sleep makes me a bit manic and I can get alot done.
I was sick all last weekend, throwing up. WTF? I missed an entire weekend...and you know, there are only so many of those allotted to us in our lives. It really made me mad, it came out of left field. Mark actually took care of me. Seriously. He has never done that. He brought me what I needed, things like that. I didn't ask him to hold my head or anything, ewww. I despise barfing. I will do anything not to throw up, but sometimes there is no choice in the matter and that's where I was last week. Jordy and Tegan even came over for football Sunday all day and I missed that, too. They had a fine time with Mark - but I wanted to be with them, too.
Okay--enough. I will try and post a few pics of my babies here...
Have a great weekend, friends. I'm going to. :)
These guys are ALWAYS thirsty.
Tonka is always chasing the ties on my robe.
See ya'll next time!