Just an update... I have 2 converts to the Twilight universe!
YAY!
My friend in Washington just recently finished the series and loved it. And my best friend is almost through with New Moon, she was up half the night reading it. Of course, she didn't believe me that they were simply fabulous, but when this guy that she works with recommended it, she decided to read it. Now she can't stop. She has requested me to bring her Eclipse because she's going to finish New Moon tonight. And she doesn't want to wait another minute to read the rest of the series. Of course, we all know how she feels, don't we?!
So, today is my birthday and it's been ok. I finally tracked down some bookends. Have any of you ever tried to find bookends? I'm sorting my books and trying to get them in some sort of order, so I was looking for another set of bookends and they are darn near impossible to find! I went to a zillion stores today looking for them. But mission accomplished. Happy birthday to me!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Oddities
Ok, so yeah I've been reading this series of books that are set in Ireland. So, I'm sure that is where the dream came from. Almost positive.
For those of you that don't know, I spent several months in Ireland in 2004. In that short time, it became home for me. To paraphrase the movie Sabrina, I found myself in Ireland (Sabrina found herself in Paris).
And pretty much since I had the stroke, I haven't been dreaming. Well, last night I had a dream that unsettled me more than I care to admit. I've made no secret of my desire to go back to Ireland to live, and reading these books set in Ireland do not help matters in any way, but this dream was so bizarre. In the dream, a lady that I do not like from my office was sitting across from me at a picnic table and telling me that I should contact HR to find out if there are any jobs at our facility in Ireland. She was giving me names and everything. Now since this woman and I do not get along, it bothered me on several levels. But I can't get it out of my head.
Now, I have had that thought more times than I can count (checking to see if there are any jobs available there), but of course, that's completely impractical, right? I mean, it would be nye on impossible for me to get a work visa right?
So, instead of heading down that road, I actually did something going another road. I sent away for information from a school for marine science. That's what I was going to do when I graduated from high school, but for some reason I didn't. I don't regret any of those decisions because I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't made those choices. However, I realized a couple of days ago, that I am the only thing that is holding me back. Me. Not the illnesses, not the crazy, selfish husband, just ME. I AM THE ONLY THING HOLDING ME BACK. So, now that I have come to this realization, that doesn't make the mechanics any easier. But there you have it.
The question remains as to what I will do. What I really want to do. But at least I did something. I looked down both less traveled roads today. I found a book that is supposed to help people considering a move to Ireland, so when I get some more money, I'm going to invest in that as well. And I guess when I weigh all the options, I will be able to make the right decision. Of course, there comes the nasty business of this crumbling marriage too. To try or not. I don't want to get divorced. But I can't just get over what he's done to me. Is that wrong of me? Should I just say ok, and pretend everything is ok? Or since my feelings are so different these days, just cut the losses for all involved and forget my credit rating and leave it all be?
For those of you that don't know, I spent several months in Ireland in 2004. In that short time, it became home for me. To paraphrase the movie Sabrina, I found myself in Ireland (Sabrina found herself in Paris).
And pretty much since I had the stroke, I haven't been dreaming. Well, last night I had a dream that unsettled me more than I care to admit. I've made no secret of my desire to go back to Ireland to live, and reading these books set in Ireland do not help matters in any way, but this dream was so bizarre. In the dream, a lady that I do not like from my office was sitting across from me at a picnic table and telling me that I should contact HR to find out if there are any jobs at our facility in Ireland. She was giving me names and everything. Now since this woman and I do not get along, it bothered me on several levels. But I can't get it out of my head.
Now, I have had that thought more times than I can count (checking to see if there are any jobs available there), but of course, that's completely impractical, right? I mean, it would be nye on impossible for me to get a work visa right?
So, instead of heading down that road, I actually did something going another road. I sent away for information from a school for marine science. That's what I was going to do when I graduated from high school, but for some reason I didn't. I don't regret any of those decisions because I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't made those choices. However, I realized a couple of days ago, that I am the only thing that is holding me back. Me. Not the illnesses, not the crazy, selfish husband, just ME. I AM THE ONLY THING HOLDING ME BACK. So, now that I have come to this realization, that doesn't make the mechanics any easier. But there you have it.
The question remains as to what I will do. What I really want to do. But at least I did something. I looked down both less traveled roads today. I found a book that is supposed to help people considering a move to Ireland, so when I get some more money, I'm going to invest in that as well. And I guess when I weigh all the options, I will be able to make the right decision. Of course, there comes the nasty business of this crumbling marriage too. To try or not. I don't want to get divorced. But I can't just get over what he's done to me. Is that wrong of me? Should I just say ok, and pretend everything is ok? Or since my feelings are so different these days, just cut the losses for all involved and forget my credit rating and leave it all be?
Friday, October 10, 2008
I'm a trooper apparently
The surgery was a success. Now we just have to make sure I don't get an infection. Apparently in a relatively short period of time, the tissue in my heart will start growing over the device and it will be just a part of my heart.
They went in through the veins in both legs, inserting a camera in one side to locate the hole in my heart and a catheter in the other that when they found the hole, they injected the device to close it up. They gave me a valium thinking it would make me sleepy, but apparently people choose not to believe you when you tell them that it literally takes horse tranquilizers to knock you out! Anyway. I was in surgery for about 2.5 hours, give or take. They had the monitors over to the side, so I couldn't watch everything as it happened. And when I would move my head to try to see what was going on, they'd shove some more sedative in my IV! 4 vials of the stuff they gave me... and the only reason I went to sleep was because I got bored. I'd wake up and ask what was going on... then they'd say give her some more.... it was rather amusing.
The only thing that was remotely painful was when they inserted the stent in my left leg. The right was no big deal, but the left hurt a little. After the surgery, the doctor went out and told my family about it all, calling me a trooper. I'm not sure why I was deemed a trooper, but I'll take it. I had all my nurses cracking up the entire time. One of them told me I should go into nursing, after all of the health issues I have. Because apparently I have such a good attitude about it all. Then the stents had to come out. That wasn't the most pleasant experience. But by far the worst of all, was lying flat on my back for 6 hours. I don't even sleep on my back. I was miserable. After 4 hours, I got to be raised up 40 degrees, and let me tell you, those 40 degrees make all the difference. Of course, after my procedure, I was finally able to eat something, so I was not quite as cranky as I had been. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink after dinner Tuesday (around 8pm) and I didn't get out of the procedure until 4 or something. And me with no food or caffine is not a pretty sight. So, at least as soon as they wheeled me into the recovery room, the nurse gave me a coke and all was well with the world again. Then when I got to the observation unit, I ate a ton of food! I mean, all I had to do was lay around. I was miserable on my back, but at least my belly was full!
Today, I am doing fairly well. I am sore. More sore than I expected. But I'm not bruised like I was anticipating. When I had the cerebral angiogram, when they went in though the vein in my leg to send a camera into my brain, I was bruised from my groin area down to my knees and halfway up my stomach. I'm not sure if the docs at Vandy were just better or what. I'm in pretty good shape. I'm just determined to enjoy this week off of work. I'm not sure when I'll be up and exercising again, so I'm going to make use of my time reading I think. I have gotten a ton of books over the last month or so. Time to relax and read. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!
They went in through the veins in both legs, inserting a camera in one side to locate the hole in my heart and a catheter in the other that when they found the hole, they injected the device to close it up. They gave me a valium thinking it would make me sleepy, but apparently people choose not to believe you when you tell them that it literally takes horse tranquilizers to knock you out! Anyway. I was in surgery for about 2.5 hours, give or take. They had the monitors over to the side, so I couldn't watch everything as it happened. And when I would move my head to try to see what was going on, they'd shove some more sedative in my IV! 4 vials of the stuff they gave me... and the only reason I went to sleep was because I got bored. I'd wake up and ask what was going on... then they'd say give her some more.... it was rather amusing.
The only thing that was remotely painful was when they inserted the stent in my left leg. The right was no big deal, but the left hurt a little. After the surgery, the doctor went out and told my family about it all, calling me a trooper. I'm not sure why I was deemed a trooper, but I'll take it. I had all my nurses cracking up the entire time. One of them told me I should go into nursing, after all of the health issues I have. Because apparently I have such a good attitude about it all. Then the stents had to come out. That wasn't the most pleasant experience. But by far the worst of all, was lying flat on my back for 6 hours. I don't even sleep on my back. I was miserable. After 4 hours, I got to be raised up 40 degrees, and let me tell you, those 40 degrees make all the difference. Of course, after my procedure, I was finally able to eat something, so I was not quite as cranky as I had been. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink after dinner Tuesday (around 8pm) and I didn't get out of the procedure until 4 or something. And me with no food or caffine is not a pretty sight. So, at least as soon as they wheeled me into the recovery room, the nurse gave me a coke and all was well with the world again. Then when I got to the observation unit, I ate a ton of food! I mean, all I had to do was lay around. I was miserable on my back, but at least my belly was full!
Today, I am doing fairly well. I am sore. More sore than I expected. But I'm not bruised like I was anticipating. When I had the cerebral angiogram, when they went in though the vein in my leg to send a camera into my brain, I was bruised from my groin area down to my knees and halfway up my stomach. I'm not sure if the docs at Vandy were just better or what. I'm in pretty good shape. I'm just determined to enjoy this week off of work. I'm not sure when I'll be up and exercising again, so I'm going to make use of my time reading I think. I have gotten a ton of books over the last month or so. Time to relax and read. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!
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