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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Back to Basics


Hello, friends! I pray that everyone of you had a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving. I know this seems corny, but I'm thankful for everyone of you, too.
I wanted to share some pictures my mom took.





Mmm, turkey. That's my stepdad. I can't believe my mom got him in an apron.



That's my mom and stepdad holding Baby A. She wasn't feeling well at all. It was her first Thanksgiving though, she's three weeks old already!




That's my boss, Nicola. You can't even tell she had a baby three weeks ago! Grrrr....




All the kids (including the daddies) love to play games. This was one intense game of Monopoly.




My mom and stepdad have been married for twenty-two years. They're such a cute old couple together.

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My sister Kelly and her husband Paul. Paul also works at FH with me and Nicola. Kelly wasn't feeling well either. And by the way, I'm sorta ticked at her, because now Missy is sick! THANKS A LOT, GERM WARFARE!!!

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Tiger, trying to hide from the crowd. What in the world is he watching? Looks like a baby show.

Mr. R with Bucket and Missy. Missy's shirt has chickens on it, and it says "My Peeps." I think it's hilarious.




Last but not least, me and my husband.



What's that I'm wearing? Could it possibly be...gasp!...a red shirt? Say it ain't so. Hey, I'm consistent, what you want from me?

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Clarification of Previous Post

Hello everyone, Happy day-before-Thanksgiving. I'm working, doing laundry, and as soon as I clock out, I'm on the pumpkin pie assembly line.


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Anyhoo, I have sufficiently calmed down enough to talk about the Bucket situation a bit further.

1) Mr. R took Bucket back to the hospital to do the special blood draw. He had to be fasting at first. Then eat a hellacious meal. Then get blood draw again exactly two hours later. These results will tell us if Bucket has diabetes.

2) Bucket DOES NOT have a tumor. Once I got my wits about myself and researched his medication RISPERDAL more thoroughly, I discovered that a side effect of his medication is the increase of prolactin. Bucket's NP Pam confirmed this. This could become a problem as he gets older (puberty) but since he's not there yet, its a non-issue at this point.

3) I didn't cry. Yes, I got watery-eyed a few times, but it never spilled. When one of my kids gets ill or has a condition, I go into research mode. I'm totally with G.I. Joe when he says, "And knowing is half the battle!" Plus I'm a nerd anyway.

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To all my reader(s)....have a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving. I hope you have lots of wonderful food, someone to hug, peace of mind, and lots of leftovers.

xoxox
Sarah

Monday, November 24, 2008

Bucket

I come on here a lot, to tell you what's up with Bucket. My third child, my "oopsie" as my mom likes to say, he is the little boy who won my heart with his many needs and issues.
I haven't cried yet. Yet I feel it bubbling under the surface, waiting to appear until all the children are tucked safely in bed, and I can cry in the strong arms of my husband.
Lord, I have to know you have a plan for my Bucket. I'm not sure why Bucket's plan involves so much pain. Know that I'm scared, know that I'm upset, but know that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.
So far, Bucket has been diagnosed with autism. Bipolar disorder. Seizures. Mental retardation. Obsessive compulsive disorder. Poor fine motor control. It's been difficult, yet we've survived.
I had a doctor appointment with Bucket's pediatrician today, to discuss the results of the lab-work. They called me, quite concerned on Thursday, wanting to see me THE VERY NEXT DAY. I was unable to get away. "Is there anything wrong?" I inquired. Oh no, we just haven't seen him in a while. How about Monday?
Knowing Monday would be difficult for me to pull off, but intrigued that they were being so pushy, I agreed. You'd think after 8 years in the health-care business, I'd know better.
The doctor examined him. He has very enlarged tonsils, and may need to have a tonsillectomy. She asked me if I needed a referral. I said, no, I already know who I'd use if Bucket needs surgery.
Then she said, have you seen the results of the blood?
"No. That's why I'm here."
Peeps, my Bucket probably has diabetes. Type 1. Even after 14 hours of fasting, his sugars were very high. We have to do another lab, one fasting, then one after eating.
Second...he has an excess amount of prolactin. Prolactin is a hormone that is excreted in lactating women...hence the word, LACT, which is Latin for milk. It shouldn't be present in high levels in a 10 year old boy. Prolactin is excreted by the pituitary gland, which is a pea sized gland located in the direct center of the brain, behind the nose.
If a 10 year old boy is excreting high levels of prolactin, it usually means he has a tumor. Which means...we may possibly have to do brain surgery.
He has no idea what is happening. I sat there with my mouth hanging open, thinking I was going to show up at the pediatrician's office for them to tell me that he has high cholesterol or strep throat. They give me diabetes and tumors.
We went to Blockbuster after the pediatrician trip. He decided he needed a video game. I didn't know how to say "no."
Lord, how much can one child take?

Couch to 5K in 2 Months

I was telling my cousin Dee about my new workout. She has been encouraging me for years to get on my feet, because heart disease, obesity and diabetes is rampant in our family. She was very proud of me...then she sent me the link for a special program for running.
It never occurred to me to even try running, even though I do have runners in my family. Dee is my cousin on my biological father's side, but on my maternal side, my cousin Renee was a runner, my Uncle Lance, my cousin April, and my Uncle Danny are all marathon runners. So yes, it did intrigue me. Considering the only time I run is when I'm barefoot outside in August (ow! ow! ow! 2nd degree burns on the tootsies!) I am truly a beginner in the worst way. I decided that it looked doable (snort!) and attempted it this morning.
Ya'll, even with a month of 5 day-a-week walking, I couldn't do it. First, one needs a stopwatch, and I don't have one. Still don't have a pedometer either. Or a scale. Second, I forgot breakfast again, and starting feel ill immediately. Third, I need a sports bra. As a woman with a 40D bra size, gravity is my enemy. I gave up within 5 minutes of trying, due to equipment and pain issues. But I will be back tomorrow, mark my word!!!

Here is the link if anyone is interested in trying this out:
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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Baby Fever


Nicola and her husband came to visit last night. Mr. R and I got to hold Baby A...and I got to change a very stinky diaper, plus walk around with her while she screamed relentlessly. Ahhh, the memories.
She is so flippin cute, I can't stand it. I loved holding her. When she wasn't screaming, she was trying to hold up her head and stare at everything. Our cats were fascinated with her.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Poop!!!

Ever since I started my exercise program a month ago, I've had to buy toilet paper twice.
Just sayin.

I guess my body is getting rid of all the extra yuck. I'm just glad Mr. R has not been home for a majority of this trial in my life. He would make SO MUCH FUN OF ME.


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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I'm Going the Distance

I added extra distance to my walk.
Let me tell you guys, I really do feel great. While I am still having some calf issues on my right side, and now I think I may have bruised the hamstring in my left, I am going, going, going. My poor sneakers HATE me. I haven't weighed myself even one time, mostly because I threw out my scale. But my favorite brown cords (size 20, ya'll) are so loose that I can pull them right off without unbuttoning or unzipping them. And that, peeps, is what it's all about.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Rock On

It's 39 degrees!!! What awesome weather for my morning walk. I missed Friday due to the monthlies, and even though I am still in the throes of all that fun, I have no cramps, so I'm walking. I couldn't believe that on Sunday, I was missing the walk. This is my fourth week of walking, and it has sort of become a habit already. I bounced out of bed at 5:45 this morning and eagerly got dressed for my work-out. As soon as Bucket leaves for school, I'm going to bounce right out the door! I feel AWESOME and want to get out there!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Me, Up Close and Personal


This is a picture from my cell phone. I love the picture Miriam took of me back when I was 18 years old, but that's not me anymore. I don't have a new camera yet...I think Mr. R is planning to get one for me for Christmas. So I have stopped looking at them for now. But I wanted to take a current picture, and this was the only one that came out decent. Next time, I will make sure I don't wear black, since my hair tends to blend right in and I look like a large bald woman. Ha!
Anyway, when you e-mail or make a comment, this is who it really goes to. I took this picture maybe three hours ago.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

I Couldn't Help Myself


Missy is out with her friend Jennifer, and the boys are playing over at their friend Zach's house (Jennifer's little brother, actually) and so I had the house to myself. I decided to do the dishes. Dishes done, I looked around. Hmmm, I still hadn't put up the non-perishable groceries from yesterday. Realized my pantry was a wreck and I couldn't even stuff it in there. So I started to unload the pantry and re-stack my goods. Then I realized I couldn't see into my spice cabinet. I took everything out of there, and realized I had doubles and triples of almost every spice. So I decided to dump all the spices into one respective container unless it was almost expired. Then it just got tossed, and the container went into recycling.
Three hours later, my cabinets and pantry are organized. I even alphabetized my spice cabinet. Then: I realized.
I HAVE TURNED INTO MY MOTHER.
I need to go lie down. Thanks.

Friday, November 14, 2008

No Walking for Me Today

Oh, I am not feeling well. Not sick, just the usual monthly issues. I try not to kvetch and moan about cramps and the like, but boy this portion of being a girl is no fun at all! If I hear one more person tell me that exercise alleviates the pain of cramps, I will choke them with the string of a tampon. DO YOU HEAR ME? I'm hormonal here, darn it!
The lab-work with my Bucket didn't happen. After I scared the bananas out of him, telling him precisely what was going to happen (because I don't believe in springing it on them, I am truthful with them) they refused to do it because the physician forgot to write the diagnosis on the script. So home we went. He was quite joyful, thinking he got out of the needle in his arm. Too bad he doesn't know that that we're going to tomorrow instead, since they're open on Saturdays.
Mr. R is on another run. We are praying he will be home in time to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. That is less than two weeks from now. Because diesel prices are finally falling, he is making great money. I know so many people are losing their jobs and struggling, and I feel immensely blessed that this has not happened to us yet. I garner no hallucinations that we can't be touched by this crazy economy, but so far, we are both stable. I praise the Lord for that.
School is going well. I'm kind of annoyed with the research writing class. I don't understand why this was not included in regular English 1. Not only that, but I find it kind of sad that they are making me take a month long class on research writing, but that my paper is only three pages long. Three pages? A month? If Miriam or Chris C is reading, I'm sure they both remember the crazy paper we had to write at Flagler College. It was at least 20 pages long, and if we had three or more grammar errors, we failed the entire class for the semester. And I got a B, because I had one stinkin' grammar error! And that was before PCs, ya'll...we had a word processor, and that was it. You had to KNOW GRAMMAR in your own actual head, because the computer didn't correct you. Now that was real English 1, peeps.



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Monday, November 10, 2008

Medications, Surgeries, Lab Work and the Like

We had an appointment last week with Bucket's "neurological child development specialist" otherwise known as the psych doctor. They just don't want you to think your child needs a psych, so they give it a fancy title and still charge you out the ying-yang.
Ok, enough about my ying-yang. Bucket has been on his medication for about two years, and give or take some issues, have been most successful. Unfortunately, Bucket's doctor moved to North Carolina without saying a word (yeah, some expert on autism, he should know this would be a jolt to my Bucket!) so we had to meet with the pediatric nurse practicioner instead. Most people balk at getting the NP, but not me. I like them because they are just as knowledgeable, without that white coat mentality. And if anyone has read my previous posts, they know I can get...umm..."in your face" with my kids' doctors.
So we meet the new NP, whose name is Pam. She immediately asks us to call her Pam, so I'm already liking her. Bucket started to act up, but I pulled him aside and immediately corrected his attitude. He got on the scale, he weighs 87 pounds! And he is 56 inches tall...don't make me do math. 4 foot 6, right? Somewhere around there.
She examine Bucket's ears, since he has a history of massive ear infections, but he was clear. His tonsils were another matter. She looked and said, "Does he snore?" I said, "yes, we can hear him clear across the house!" She said, "You can either put him on allergy medication, or you can get a tonsillectomy." I immediately prefer the surgery. I know, I know, most people would think I'm insane. But Bucket is already on enough medication for my liking, and all this would do is draw out the inevitable, at least in my thinking. So I have to call Dr. Ajayi in Orlando and set up an appointment for Bucket. Of course I'm not thrilled about my baby having possible surgery, but surgery is not always a bad thing. They may also ask for a sleep study, which would be really difficult for me to do. A sleep study is when they hook up electrodes and measure electrical activity when you sleep. He can't stand stuff that sticks to him, so they probably wouldn't be able to put the electrodes on him until he's asleep. And then I'd have to find someone to be with the two older kids, as they are not ready to be left alone at night.
Next, she asks where Bucket's labwork is. I said, "HUH?" and gave my usual brain-dead gaze so she would know I was properly confused. Apparently, Bucket's medication is so experimental, that children who use it should have labwork done at least twice a year to make sure they are not in liver failure. And we have never done it, because it was never requested. Oh, snap.
Thankfully, Mr. R is home, and will be taking Bucket to the lab to have his blood drawn. Bucket has never done this...and frankly, I don't want to be there. I'm sort of glad to let ol Daddy handle this one.

Friday, November 7, 2008

100%

That's what I got on my first test in Medical Terminology. I panicked when I saw that it was a timed test, 2 hours. I thought, OH CRAP, this is going to be hard! A two hour test?
I finished it in four minutes.
I tell ya, it definitely helps that I took two years of Latin, plus have worked in a hospital for almost 8 years. I only stumbled on one question, the very first one. I had to grab my book off the shelf to make sure I was right...which I was. After that, I relaxed and just ran through the questions.
College is kind of fun so far. I've always considered myself a smart person, and while I realize this is just online community college, I feel like I'm giving my brain a good workout lately, and I like it.
It helps that all my A classes are free!


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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Not Surprised

See, told ya.
My mom called me this morning, jubilant over Obama's win. She didn't know that I didn't vote for him. She said, "But your best friend is black!" Wait a sec...what does my best friend being black have anything to do with who I voted for? I take my vote very seriously. To me, he was not the best candidate, but 52% of Americans apparently disagreed with me. To that, all I can say is, Buckle Up. It's going to be an interesting four years.
Personally, I am most concerned about socialized medicine. I fear it, ya'll. Let me explain why:
WE ALREADY HAVE SOCIALIZED MEDICINE, IT'S CALLED MEDICAID AND IT'S ALREADY IN THE TOILET!!!
As someone who actually works in health insurance, this is not just something I am reading about and then posting my opinion. I have lived, eaten, breathed and slept health insurance for almost the past eight years of my life.
People love the idea of socialized medicine. To be able to go the doctor anytime, without worrying about copays, or deductibles. I understand that. Truly I do. I've had times when I've worried about how I'm going to pay for Bucket's medication. That doesn't mean I want to hand my healthcare over to a government who sees me as a number.
I'm a nerd, so I'm going to explain the difference between Medicare and Medicaid to ya'll.
Medicare is what you see on your paystub every week, a small portion taken out. Probably ten bucks or so, depending on your gross pay. Medicare is eligible to people once they turn 65, or are handicapped, or have renal disease (kidney issues.) You work your entire life, and put money into medicare every week, and you hope that the money is there when you turn 65. Well, did ya'll know that Medicare only covers 80% of your healthcare costs? So you're still responsible for 20% of whatever you need. Nice...so when you retire, you are still stuck paying for some portion of your care. Either you pay for it in cash, or you have to spring for a supplemental insurance to cover the unpaid portions. Either way, YOU are still paying for healthcare.
Medicaid is different. Medicaid is available to anyone who makes under a certain amount of money. If you are under the age of 21, or pregnant, your care is completely free to you. But if you are over age 21, you have to pay $3 for a hospital visit. I'm not sure how much doctor visits would cost, because I don't work for a doctor.
Medicaid is good for several reasons. One, it gives people a chance to be treated if they are poor. As a girl, my dad skipped out and didn't give a hoot if I was dead or alive. Without medicaid, I would not have had any medical care at all. I was not a sickly child, so I probably went to the doctor once or twice a year. My sister was a lot sicker and was probably there once a month. All on taxpayer dime. Spanks, ya'll.
But Medicaid is bad for many reasons. First, as a patient, you are only allowed to see doctors your primary care doctor (or pcp) recommends. So let's say Little Tommy has an ear infection. And your pcp gives you antibiotics. And after several rounds of treatment, Little Tommy is still having ear issues. So the pcp gives you a referral to the ENT. (ears nose throat.) But this doctor was recently in the news for molesting a patient. And you don't want to see said doctor, but your pcp will not give you a referral to another ENT. So either Little Tommy gets to suffer with his ear infections, or you can go to the questionable ENT.
By choosing socialized medicine, we are basically taking our lives...our health...and saying, "Dear government. I sure love ya. Please take care of me. I'm too busy doing other stuff to pay attention to my doctors and medications, and I want you to control this area in my life. Sincerely, Taxpayer."
A lot of poor elderly folk have Medicare as a primary insurance, and Medicaid as a secondary, so they don't have to pay anything at all. But you really have to be poor...like eating cat food poor. Both Mr. R's mom and brother have medicare/medicaid coverage, due to their disabilities. Mr. R's mom has anxiety issues, and Mr. R's brother is a paranoid schizophrenic. They both also receive social security disability benefits. By the way, they pay for nothing. You know who is paying for their medical care? YOU ARE.
This care is not cheap. And now...we're going to try and do this for the entire country? All 360 million of us?
Personally, I cannot see how it can be done without us all going broke. How much money will they be taking out of my paycheck to cover social medicine? How long will it take me to get an appointment? How long will surgery wait times be? Will I be able to get a mammogram? Will I be forced to get flu shots if I don't want them?
Will there still be any copays? Will hospitals and doctor offices fall under government control?
I have lots of questions, and no answers.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Something to Talk About Besides this Infernal Election

One, I admit I'm up watching the results. Not shocked. I know who is going to be our next president. He was chosen already. This is just a game.
Second, Nicola had her baby! Due to the unusual quality of the name, I have decided I'm going to call her Baby A. Baby A is a sweet little girl, born at 5:23 am, and weighed 8lb 11 oz (a half pound bigger than any of my kids were!)
I hope that playing with Baby A will soothe my baby-wanting ways. If not...sigh...I guess I'm going to be babysitting as much as I can!
Mr. R went with me on my walk this morning. It turns out that I apparently swing my right foot in a weird way when I walk. He thinks I might need new shoes, too.
Well, peeps, tomorrow is a new bright sunshiney day. So have a wonderful night, ya'll. I'm going to snuggle in bed with my man and watch the first black president get elected.


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