Whenever my mom has a negative thought, my dad has always told her that you should never say those negative thoughts outloud, because what comes out of your mouth will become truth. If you speak the negative, the Devil hears you, and that negative happens.
Today, my dad and I were discussing my mom, and the current state of her health, and anxious about what the doctor will say to us tomorrow. It is so easy to go right to the negative, thinking of the ultimate choice that we might have to make and how we make it, instead of just going right to the positive. I belive the Devil works us, and puts these negative thoughts into our head to sabatoge us. He gets joy from watching us go through pain, and watching us endure tragedy. It's so easy for me to feel as though my mom is already gone from us, as though she will not pull through this current ordeal. So much is against her, so many things are ravaging her body, and I suppose we always go right to the negative in order to protect ourselves, so we can be completely prepared for it.
The Devil has been working on me hard, especially today. The negative thoughts clouded my judgement so much last night that I did not to bed until 6am, and then was up at 7:45a with my little one. That tiredness I was feeling, that mental exhaustion, just brought those negative thoughts even more into my head. I decided tonight, though, that enough is enough. I need to rebuke this Devil in the name of Jesus. I will not listen to those negative thoughts that try to creep into my head. I must think postive, and in order for the postive to happen, I must speak the postive out loud.
Tonight I pray for my mom. I have postive thoughts that she is going to pull through this, that her kidneys start working, she is able to start breathing on her own. That her body is healed by the grace of God through all of her infirmities, and that she comes home to us. Because I speak this out loud, I must feel in my heart that this will be truth. Tomorrow I go to the hospital to see her, and having to see her on a ventilator is not something I want to see again, nor would she want me to see her like that. But her and I need to have a private talk. I am going to sit down next to her bedside and speak to her so frankly. I am going to tell her that she is a warrior, a fighter. That she needs to work hard to fight the evil in her body and that she is going to come home to us and that we will have so much more time together. I know she is sedated, but I just have a feeling that whereever she is in her subconcious, she is going to hear me and know what I am telling her.
I say this outloud, therefore, it must come true.
About Me
- Kimbo Central
- San Tan Valley, AZ, United States
- A wife and mommy to a beautiful three year old son, blogging about being a mommy, and taking care of my family.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Update on where I've been
I had really high hopes that 2012 was going to be a much better year then 2011. I found a home to rent that my parents could move into with us so that they wouldn't be burdened by finances since my Dad is no longer able to work, and may possible need a heart transplant. We went into the year thinking that we would be able to get him on the list, start getting his health back on track, and I felt great knowing that I was going to be able to help my mom with taking care of him, and also just being back with my mom again. Her and I are best friends, and while most people wouldn't dream of living with their mom, I am totally in love with it. Her and I are like two peas in a pod.
However, things changed dramatically at the very first of the year. My mom has had health problems for several years. She has diabetes, and a hernia she had from a gall bladder surgery that we thought was giving her a lot of pain. She also had a period pretty much constantly for the past five years, but being stubborn, and afraid, she never went to the doctor, and figured she just had fibroids. The past year, her health has declined so much, she was tired all the time, no energy, always felt sick. She would say I bet I have cancer, and I'd say whatever Mom.
At the end of December, she began bleeding heavily, to the point where she was sitting in the bathtub for one to three hours with just blood gushing from her vagina, along with blood clots. After three days of this, and watching her get sicker, I finally scared her and told her she was going to bleed out if she didn't get into the hospital immediately. After tests, and being transferred down to Good Sam in Phoenix where they had the best gynecological oncology doctor, they believed she had cancer. The bleeding got worse, her pain got worse, and on January 1st they did a complete hysterectomy on her, along with removing her hernia. Her uterus was three to four times the size it should have been, with a very large tumor, tumors in her cervix, and her ovaries compromised. She had Stage 3 Endometerial Cancer, but her prognosis at that time was good. They would do chemo, then radiation, then chemo, and the doctor was optimistic that she would do very well.
However, upon returning home from that surgery, her pain worsened, especially on her left lower side. She had been having pain in that area for the past six months, but always attributed it to menstrual cramps. Then pain was getting worse, and she went back into the hospital. It was then that they discovered a tumor on her bladder, and come to the discovery that the cancer had spread into her lymph node system. She was urinating blood, and a stint was placed in her left ureter to help relieve pressure. They wanted to start radiation treatments in the hospital, but they sent her home instead. A treatment plan was set into place, where she would receive radiation 5 days a week for 7 weeks, along with chemo once a week for 12 weeks, to treat this cancer aggressively. Her cancer had moved to Stage 4. Back home with us she went.
My poor mom's health has been declining more and more with each passing week, it seems as though doing the hysterectomy angered the cancer to make it spread, and is just attacking her body. She would just sit in her recliner here, sleeping on and off because she is on two different morphine medications to help with pain, and couldn't even really carry on a conversation, or even play with her grandson, who is just her whole world. A few night ago, the worst hit. She woke up from a nap around dinner time, and was very unresponsive, saying only a few words here and there, and we called 911. Her blood sugar was at 21, which is something that never has happened with her, normally her sugars run high. Off to Good Sam again, where she was placed in ICU in order to have her blood sugar monitored every 15 minutes, and was given basically pure sugar constantly, but her numbers kept being so low. It was determined that her kidneys were swollen, and with her ureters being blocked do to pressure from the tumor on her bladder and pressure from the cancer in the lymph nodes, they just weren't functioning normally and a medication she has been on for years will attack the kidneys when they are compromised and cause the lowering of the blood sugar.
Two days ago my dad and I saw her, and she was hallucinating, and very disoriented, which they believed was just from lack of sleep and the morphine. She would think people were in the room with her, and when they did an MRI on her brain to ensure that the cancer hadn't spread there (it hasn't), she thought they were trying to kill her. Her doctor had her go down to have a procedure to put a stint in her right ureter and she refused thinking they were going to hurt her, and we were called down to calm her down, but it didn't work.
The next morning, yesterday, we first received a call from a kidney specialist who told us that her kidney's were failing, and they would need to start dialysis. 20 minutes later her nurse was calling telling us that she was in acute kidney failure, she was having trouble breathing on her own, and needed to be placed on a ventilator immediately. I found out later that during the procedures of trying to get her ventilated, she did code out on them, and they were very close to losing her, but they got her stabilized. They put a catheter in her neck for dialysis, and because she vomited trying to put the tube in her throat and lungs, food particles entered into her lungs and they started her on antibiotics because she will get pneumonia from that.
My husband and I went up to see her yesterday afternoon, and I wasn't sure how I was going to handle seeing her on life support. I guess the grace of God was with me because they were doing dialysis when we went up there, and with all the machines, I wasn't able to get into the room with my chair. Phil went in though, and he said it was good I couldn't get into the room, because it looked like she had really gone through it. I saw her from outside the ICU window though, and it broke my heart. The nurse was explaining what was happening, and I feel as though I couldn't comprehend all of it, because my eyes kept just looking at her so helpless, and I would have given anything in that moment to trade places with her, and take it all away from her.
Today they placed the stint in her right ureter, and did dialysis again, and they will also do it tomorrow. They are hoping to get her off the ventilator, but after doing a blood gas tonight, they had to increase the ventilation. Hopefully her blood gas levels will improve, so they can decrease the ventilation. The nurse told me tonight that her oncologist wants to have a meeting with my dad and I on Friday, and I am very nervous. I can hope and pray that he just wants to touch base with us about her condition, and is optimistic, but there is a large part that worries the meeting will go the other way, and we may be forced to make a decision that none of us want to make.
I've stepped away from my blogging because I've been so busy with our move, taking care of my family, and now everything that has happened with my mom. I know I have family and friends to talk to, and for support, but there has always been something very therapeutic for me in writing out my feelings, because when I just can't talk to anyone, when it is too hard for me to get my feelings out, when I just can't keep putting on a brave front, I know I can come here and just talk it out.
I know I have family who reads my blog, and this is such a hard time for all of us. I hope you understand my need to vent here, and never get upset about anything I may write. I just need this. I put on the brave face, and the strong exterior, because I have always been on to take care of everyone else around me, but I am crumbling. I am drowning. This is the one thing I just can't handle. Without her to talk to right now, I am alone. She always knows how to make it better, to calm me down, to tell me everything is going to be alright and we'll make it through this. She knows how to make this better for me, but she can't right now. She is lying by herself right now on life support, and I just want to sit there with her 24/7 so she isn't alone and scared. I know she is sedated, but I have always taken care of her, and now I just can't. There is nothing I can do, and I just sit and wait, and I want to throw things, I want to yell, I want to get mad, I want to cry all day and just lay in bed all day. But this is not how she'd want me to be right now, especially with the baby to take care of. So I have my down moments in bed at night, like now, and in the morning, when I hopefully have slept a few hours, I put on a happy face for my beautiful son and try to make it okay for everyone.
We just need to keep praying. God is with her, wrapping His healing arms around her, and she just has to improve. She just has to.
However, things changed dramatically at the very first of the year. My mom has had health problems for several years. She has diabetes, and a hernia she had from a gall bladder surgery that we thought was giving her a lot of pain. She also had a period pretty much constantly for the past five years, but being stubborn, and afraid, she never went to the doctor, and figured she just had fibroids. The past year, her health has declined so much, she was tired all the time, no energy, always felt sick. She would say I bet I have cancer, and I'd say whatever Mom.
At the end of December, she began bleeding heavily, to the point where she was sitting in the bathtub for one to three hours with just blood gushing from her vagina, along with blood clots. After three days of this, and watching her get sicker, I finally scared her and told her she was going to bleed out if she didn't get into the hospital immediately. After tests, and being transferred down to Good Sam in Phoenix where they had the best gynecological oncology doctor, they believed she had cancer. The bleeding got worse, her pain got worse, and on January 1st they did a complete hysterectomy on her, along with removing her hernia. Her uterus was three to four times the size it should have been, with a very large tumor, tumors in her cervix, and her ovaries compromised. She had Stage 3 Endometerial Cancer, but her prognosis at that time was good. They would do chemo, then radiation, then chemo, and the doctor was optimistic that she would do very well.
However, upon returning home from that surgery, her pain worsened, especially on her left lower side. She had been having pain in that area for the past six months, but always attributed it to menstrual cramps. Then pain was getting worse, and she went back into the hospital. It was then that they discovered a tumor on her bladder, and come to the discovery that the cancer had spread into her lymph node system. She was urinating blood, and a stint was placed in her left ureter to help relieve pressure. They wanted to start radiation treatments in the hospital, but they sent her home instead. A treatment plan was set into place, where she would receive radiation 5 days a week for 7 weeks, along with chemo once a week for 12 weeks, to treat this cancer aggressively. Her cancer had moved to Stage 4. Back home with us she went.
My poor mom's health has been declining more and more with each passing week, it seems as though doing the hysterectomy angered the cancer to make it spread, and is just attacking her body. She would just sit in her recliner here, sleeping on and off because she is on two different morphine medications to help with pain, and couldn't even really carry on a conversation, or even play with her grandson, who is just her whole world. A few night ago, the worst hit. She woke up from a nap around dinner time, and was very unresponsive, saying only a few words here and there, and we called 911. Her blood sugar was at 21, which is something that never has happened with her, normally her sugars run high. Off to Good Sam again, where she was placed in ICU in order to have her blood sugar monitored every 15 minutes, and was given basically pure sugar constantly, but her numbers kept being so low. It was determined that her kidneys were swollen, and with her ureters being blocked do to pressure from the tumor on her bladder and pressure from the cancer in the lymph nodes, they just weren't functioning normally and a medication she has been on for years will attack the kidneys when they are compromised and cause the lowering of the blood sugar.
Two days ago my dad and I saw her, and she was hallucinating, and very disoriented, which they believed was just from lack of sleep and the morphine. She would think people were in the room with her, and when they did an MRI on her brain to ensure that the cancer hadn't spread there (it hasn't), she thought they were trying to kill her. Her doctor had her go down to have a procedure to put a stint in her right ureter and she refused thinking they were going to hurt her, and we were called down to calm her down, but it didn't work.
The next morning, yesterday, we first received a call from a kidney specialist who told us that her kidney's were failing, and they would need to start dialysis. 20 minutes later her nurse was calling telling us that she was in acute kidney failure, she was having trouble breathing on her own, and needed to be placed on a ventilator immediately. I found out later that during the procedures of trying to get her ventilated, she did code out on them, and they were very close to losing her, but they got her stabilized. They put a catheter in her neck for dialysis, and because she vomited trying to put the tube in her throat and lungs, food particles entered into her lungs and they started her on antibiotics because she will get pneumonia from that.
My husband and I went up to see her yesterday afternoon, and I wasn't sure how I was going to handle seeing her on life support. I guess the grace of God was with me because they were doing dialysis when we went up there, and with all the machines, I wasn't able to get into the room with my chair. Phil went in though, and he said it was good I couldn't get into the room, because it looked like she had really gone through it. I saw her from outside the ICU window though, and it broke my heart. The nurse was explaining what was happening, and I feel as though I couldn't comprehend all of it, because my eyes kept just looking at her so helpless, and I would have given anything in that moment to trade places with her, and take it all away from her.
Today they placed the stint in her right ureter, and did dialysis again, and they will also do it tomorrow. They are hoping to get her off the ventilator, but after doing a blood gas tonight, they had to increase the ventilation. Hopefully her blood gas levels will improve, so they can decrease the ventilation. The nurse told me tonight that her oncologist wants to have a meeting with my dad and I on Friday, and I am very nervous. I can hope and pray that he just wants to touch base with us about her condition, and is optimistic, but there is a large part that worries the meeting will go the other way, and we may be forced to make a decision that none of us want to make.
I've stepped away from my blogging because I've been so busy with our move, taking care of my family, and now everything that has happened with my mom. I know I have family and friends to talk to, and for support, but there has always been something very therapeutic for me in writing out my feelings, because when I just can't talk to anyone, when it is too hard for me to get my feelings out, when I just can't keep putting on a brave front, I know I can come here and just talk it out.
I know I have family who reads my blog, and this is such a hard time for all of us. I hope you understand my need to vent here, and never get upset about anything I may write. I just need this. I put on the brave face, and the strong exterior, because I have always been on to take care of everyone else around me, but I am crumbling. I am drowning. This is the one thing I just can't handle. Without her to talk to right now, I am alone. She always knows how to make it better, to calm me down, to tell me everything is going to be alright and we'll make it through this. She knows how to make this better for me, but she can't right now. She is lying by herself right now on life support, and I just want to sit there with her 24/7 so she isn't alone and scared. I know she is sedated, but I have always taken care of her, and now I just can't. There is nothing I can do, and I just sit and wait, and I want to throw things, I want to yell, I want to get mad, I want to cry all day and just lay in bed all day. But this is not how she'd want me to be right now, especially with the baby to take care of. So I have my down moments in bed at night, like now, and in the morning, when I hopefully have slept a few hours, I put on a happy face for my beautiful son and try to make it okay for everyone.
We just need to keep praying. God is with her, wrapping His healing arms around her, and she just has to improve. She just has to.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Patience is a Virtue
I used to be the most patient person I knew. Waiting in rush hour traffic never bothered me, standing in a long line was no big deal, or even waiting at the doctor's office was just a time for me to catch up on reading. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, I lost my patience. Now in my early 30's, there is nothing worse then being behind a slow driver, or sitting around waiting for your doctor when he should have been in the room twenty minutes ago. I can feel my blood pressure start to rise, I'll tap my foot in frustration, and sigh loudly.
As a parent now, I have found that my patience level has gone down even further. While everyone told me the first year was going to be the hardest, I found it to be a piece of cake! It is the toddler years that I am finding to be the struggle, and the source of losing my patience. I never take out my frustrations on my child, because it is not his fault that he whines for thirty minutes because I told him it is not safe to climb on the couch when mommy is not there with him, or because he doesn't want to eat the nice dinner I made for him. It also isn't his fault when he whines and cries about taking a nap, or going to bed. With lack of communication, he can't tell me what he really wants, and doesn't understand me when I tell him something isn't safe, or a no-no. But as calm as I am on the outside to him, on the inside I just feel my patience slipping, and I get frustrated and just want to leave the house and take a break.
I know I am not the only mother who feels this way, we all go through it, especially us stay at home mom's that deal with everything on our shoulders day in and day out. But I've come to realize that we cannot change these things, such as the slow driver in the fast lane, or the child who refuses to take a nap. Getting frustrated and impatience is only going to make the situation worse. I'm coming to understand that I just need to let go, and let God.
In Romans 12:12 it says: Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. When times feel as though they are getting to be too much to handle, when you feel your blood pressure start to rise and you feel like yelling and screaming, just take a minute, a deep breathe, and pray. Tell the Lord that the situation you are in is becoming more then you can handle, and you need peace and calmness. Give your worries over to the Lord, tell Him what you need and hand it over to Him. He wants to solve your troubles, He wants you to be at peace.
The other day I found myself in the position of losing my patience when my son was fighting me on nap time. I took a minute to myself in my room to take a deep breathe, and pray for peace. I felt a calmness come over me, and I was able to go into my son's room and I believe he felt the peace I had, because he settled down in my arms and was able to fall asleep for his nap.
Don't ever be ashamed to ask for the Lord's help when times are hard and we are suffering, for He is there for us. It is during these times of strife, and impatience, and frustration, that we can become closer to the Lord.
More then that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us Romans 5:3-5
As a parent now, I have found that my patience level has gone down even further. While everyone told me the first year was going to be the hardest, I found it to be a piece of cake! It is the toddler years that I am finding to be the struggle, and the source of losing my patience. I never take out my frustrations on my child, because it is not his fault that he whines for thirty minutes because I told him it is not safe to climb on the couch when mommy is not there with him, or because he doesn't want to eat the nice dinner I made for him. It also isn't his fault when he whines and cries about taking a nap, or going to bed. With lack of communication, he can't tell me what he really wants, and doesn't understand me when I tell him something isn't safe, or a no-no. But as calm as I am on the outside to him, on the inside I just feel my patience slipping, and I get frustrated and just want to leave the house and take a break.
I know I am not the only mother who feels this way, we all go through it, especially us stay at home mom's that deal with everything on our shoulders day in and day out. But I've come to realize that we cannot change these things, such as the slow driver in the fast lane, or the child who refuses to take a nap. Getting frustrated and impatience is only going to make the situation worse. I'm coming to understand that I just need to let go, and let God.
In Romans 12:12 it says: Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. When times feel as though they are getting to be too much to handle, when you feel your blood pressure start to rise and you feel like yelling and screaming, just take a minute, a deep breathe, and pray. Tell the Lord that the situation you are in is becoming more then you can handle, and you need peace and calmness. Give your worries over to the Lord, tell Him what you need and hand it over to Him. He wants to solve your troubles, He wants you to be at peace.
The other day I found myself in the position of losing my patience when my son was fighting me on nap time. I took a minute to myself in my room to take a deep breathe, and pray for peace. I felt a calmness come over me, and I was able to go into my son's room and I believe he felt the peace I had, because he settled down in my arms and was able to fall asleep for his nap.
Don't ever be ashamed to ask for the Lord's help when times are hard and we are suffering, for He is there for us. It is during these times of strife, and impatience, and frustration, that we can become closer to the Lord.
More then that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us Romans 5:3-5
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Reconnecting with my Faith
There have been many times in my life where I have felt an urging to do something, an inner voice perhaps that sounded as though it was my own, but now, learning more about my faith in God, I realize that the voice I have been hearing is that of God speaking to me, giving me a path and direction for what I am meant to do. Many times, that voice in my head tells me that I need to spread the Word of God. When I see people speaking about God on television, such as preachers, or I read articles or devotionals, I often feel in my heart that I could do that, that I can use my talents in writing to share my faith with others. But I never do.
I suppose I have always been afraid to speak of my faith in the Lord. Like politics, people have different views and opinions and beliefs, and religion has become something that can cause either a common understand between people, or strife. I have always been a very non-confrontational person. Never want to say something that could upset anyone, never want to disagree. Even if someone says something that I do not agree with, or believe, I will just nod as though I do so I do not make waves. I have always felt uncomfortable speaking about the Lord, for reasons I just do not know. I suppose maybe someone will think I am a bible thumper, pushing my views on them whether it is wanted or not. Sometimes I even think I am ashamed, because there have been times recently when I have not been very strong in my faith, when I haven't prayed faithfully, when I haven't been a good Christian.
I've come to a point in my life recently, when it seems that one bad thing after another has happened to our family, that I realized the importance of rebuilding my faith in the Lord. When I prayed faithfully, when I had Him in my heart, things went well. What a difference it makes when you stray away from that! But no matter how far I strayed, God was always there, knocking on the door, silently waiting for me to answer Him and receive Him in my heart once again. I knew what I had to do; I had to open that door.
I reconnected with a friend from high school, and I noticed recently she had spoken of starting a ministry at her church, but it had not worked out. I mentioned perhaps she should start a ministry on Facebook, since it is a site we, along with many others, frequent. She liked the idea, and together we came up with a mom's bible study/blog idea for Facebook about Raising God's Child, with our motto being that we are changing the world one little heartbeat at a time. My hope is that through my blog, and hers, and with a fan page she is going to be setting up through Facebook, we can come together with other mom's who are with Christ, and raising their children in Christ's love, and all share our struggles and our blessings as we go through life. Once we get everything set I will post the information, so those of you on Facebook can join our ministry and help spread the Word.
I want to send this post with a bible verse that I came across today, that I believe truly signifies what I am meant to do, and also what this new ministry we are starting is meant to do.
As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. Whoever speaks, let him speak, as it were, the utterances of God; whoever serves, let him do so as by the strength which God supplies; so that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belongs the glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen 1Peter 4:10-11
I suppose I have always been afraid to speak of my faith in the Lord. Like politics, people have different views and opinions and beliefs, and religion has become something that can cause either a common understand between people, or strife. I have always been a very non-confrontational person. Never want to say something that could upset anyone, never want to disagree. Even if someone says something that I do not agree with, or believe, I will just nod as though I do so I do not make waves. I have always felt uncomfortable speaking about the Lord, for reasons I just do not know. I suppose maybe someone will think I am a bible thumper, pushing my views on them whether it is wanted or not. Sometimes I even think I am ashamed, because there have been times recently when I have not been very strong in my faith, when I haven't prayed faithfully, when I haven't been a good Christian.
I've come to a point in my life recently, when it seems that one bad thing after another has happened to our family, that I realized the importance of rebuilding my faith in the Lord. When I prayed faithfully, when I had Him in my heart, things went well. What a difference it makes when you stray away from that! But no matter how far I strayed, God was always there, knocking on the door, silently waiting for me to answer Him and receive Him in my heart once again. I knew what I had to do; I had to open that door.
I reconnected with a friend from high school, and I noticed recently she had spoken of starting a ministry at her church, but it had not worked out. I mentioned perhaps she should start a ministry on Facebook, since it is a site we, along with many others, frequent. She liked the idea, and together we came up with a mom's bible study/blog idea for Facebook about Raising God's Child, with our motto being that we are changing the world one little heartbeat at a time. My hope is that through my blog, and hers, and with a fan page she is going to be setting up through Facebook, we can come together with other mom's who are with Christ, and raising their children in Christ's love, and all share our struggles and our blessings as we go through life. Once we get everything set I will post the information, so those of you on Facebook can join our ministry and help spread the Word.
I want to send this post with a bible verse that I came across today, that I believe truly signifies what I am meant to do, and also what this new ministry we are starting is meant to do.
As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. Whoever speaks, let him speak, as it were, the utterances of God; whoever serves, let him do so as by the strength which God supplies; so that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belongs the glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen 1Peter 4:10-11
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Posting a little bzz about Covergirl
I am a member of a website called bzzagent.com. This company is all about word of mouth advertising, and based on survey's you fill out about your lifestyle and preferences, you will recieve invites to join campaign's for products, in which they send you for free to try out, along with coupons for friends and family, and other great information. I've recieved so many free products, including Covergirl makeup, which while I don't have a lot of time to always put on makeup while chasing down the little man, when I do get a chance to go out, I always use Covergirl.
Right now it is Covergirl's 50th Anniversary, so I am sharing a little bzz about that, and hope you check out this link to find out more information if you like!
http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223
Right now it is Covergirl's 50th Anniversary, so I am sharing a little bzz about that, and hope you check out this link to find out more information if you like!
http://www.facebook.com/covergirl?v=app_160134610689223
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Attack of the Allergies!
Pardon my absence from here, but I've had my face buried in tissues!
I never had allergies when I was growing up, but somewhere in my twenties I noticed that during the spring and fall I'd sneeze a little more then usual, and my eyes would become red and itchy. I hit my thirties though, and that was it, I spend more time with my face in a tissue then anything else.
I thought at first I was going to get the cold that the little man woke up with one morning. He had a terrible cough, and with RSV and Croup running rampant around here, I made a call to the doctor to make sure it was nothing more then a simple cold. Luckily, she was able to diagnose over the phone based on his symptoms that he didn't have anything to be concerned about, and instructed me to let it run its course. Of course, after Christmas time and the endless bouts of illness we had around here, I thought we would get a reprieve, but not so much. I knew with his coughing and sneezing on me, I was going to get it too.
However, it seems allergies got to me first. Last week we had a day of terrible wind, and after that I couldn't leave the house without the eyes watery like I was crying and sneezing almost uncontrollably. Along with that, my nose decided it had enough, and seemed to close up on me, making it impossible to breathe, eat, drink, or sleep. Thank goodness for that new Advil Congestion Relief. I wonder if I can get an endorsement deal....
Anywho, with a sick baby and a sick mommy, I know we haven't been the easiest for hubby to live with. This past week I had just a handful of sleep between being up with the baby who was miserable, and then being up myself because I couldn't breathe. The other night I was so miserable and just wanted to sleep, but had the baby up and I just started crying. It was as though my body just couldn't handle anymore of not feeling well and not sleeping. I usually can handle being sick pretty well, but this allergy/cold attack was really taking its toll on me.
The little man is finally feeling better to where he is able to sleep through the night again, and my nose has finally decided to unstuff itself enough to allow me to eat, drink, and thank goodness, get some much needed sleep! I slept so hard that I didn't even know hubby had gotten up for work, got dressed, and left! I even started feeling human enough to cook dinner last night, although I can't smell anything. This has become helpful though in not being able to smell dirty diapers, however now I have to constantly wrangle him for enough time to check his pants to make sure he hasn't gone. I'll know when I am well again when I get a whiff of that as he runs past me.
I never had allergies when I was growing up, but somewhere in my twenties I noticed that during the spring and fall I'd sneeze a little more then usual, and my eyes would become red and itchy. I hit my thirties though, and that was it, I spend more time with my face in a tissue then anything else.
I thought at first I was going to get the cold that the little man woke up with one morning. He had a terrible cough, and with RSV and Croup running rampant around here, I made a call to the doctor to make sure it was nothing more then a simple cold. Luckily, she was able to diagnose over the phone based on his symptoms that he didn't have anything to be concerned about, and instructed me to let it run its course. Of course, after Christmas time and the endless bouts of illness we had around here, I thought we would get a reprieve, but not so much. I knew with his coughing and sneezing on me, I was going to get it too.
However, it seems allergies got to me first. Last week we had a day of terrible wind, and after that I couldn't leave the house without the eyes watery like I was crying and sneezing almost uncontrollably. Along with that, my nose decided it had enough, and seemed to close up on me, making it impossible to breathe, eat, drink, or sleep. Thank goodness for that new Advil Congestion Relief. I wonder if I can get an endorsement deal....
Anywho, with a sick baby and a sick mommy, I know we haven't been the easiest for hubby to live with. This past week I had just a handful of sleep between being up with the baby who was miserable, and then being up myself because I couldn't breathe. The other night I was so miserable and just wanted to sleep, but had the baby up and I just started crying. It was as though my body just couldn't handle anymore of not feeling well and not sleeping. I usually can handle being sick pretty well, but this allergy/cold attack was really taking its toll on me.
The little man is finally feeling better to where he is able to sleep through the night again, and my nose has finally decided to unstuff itself enough to allow me to eat, drink, and thank goodness, get some much needed sleep! I slept so hard that I didn't even know hubby had gotten up for work, got dressed, and left! I even started feeling human enough to cook dinner last night, although I can't smell anything. This has become helpful though in not being able to smell dirty diapers, however now I have to constantly wrangle him for enough time to check his pants to make sure he hasn't gone. I'll know when I am well again when I get a whiff of that as he runs past me.
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