Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Check In

We rented a lot of movies this month since everyone was home sick for most of it and quite a few of them we watched over the long holiday weekend. The Libertine was one of them, Johnny Depp was outstanding as Rochester. There was something about the quote in this scene that just grabbed me:

Jane: They say men fall three times. First is calf love; second is the one you marry.
Rochester: And third??
Jane: Third. Third is your deathbed bride. You sniff er, you sniff your own shroud.
Rochester: Ahh how you have cheered me.

Probably because I'm gonna end up someone's deathbed bride.

A list of the others:

Just my luck
Ice Age the meltdown
In her shoes
Brother Bear 2
The DaVinci Code
Nacho Libre

There were more but I'm too tired to think right now, I had a long day and have another one tomorrow. I'll edit the list when I am more awake ;). As you can see we watched mostly kids movies. I rented Superman Returns and AntBully today but we didn't get to watch them yet.

Today was John's birthday so we all went out to dinner. Yesterday was Jonathan's birthday but he wanted pizza so we ordered in and played with his birthday presents. Joshua's birthday was on Thanksgiving. All the men in my household were born within days of eachother. No wonder I'm always broke before Christmas!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Gobble Gobble

John was discharged from the hospital yesterday. He came home and slept...and slept and is still sleeping so there really isn't any improvement from before he was admitted and now. They prescribed a thyroid medication, something for dizziness/nausea and an aspirin a day. Thank goodness it's a short week because I don't think he's able to go back to work right now. He's got a follow up appointment next tuesday, let's see if he feels better before then or it's back to the ER we go.

As for the accident, my cousin called me back and gave me the scoop now that they have all the details. First of all, it was a man, not a woman like I thought. But get this...someone hit the guy's car and he hit the guard rail and flipped over but he was wearing his seatbelt and made it out of the car fine. He called his brother who came to get him and the brother was then struck by a drunk driver who fled the scene. They did end up catching the guy who hit and killed the brother. So very sad.

Rosie is getting better but now Jonathan is sick. He stayed home from school today with a sore throat, a dry cough and a fever. He's probably well enough to go tomorrow though. My back is still hurting and I'm not feeling very good. I went to my doctor's appointment today and walked out of there with 7 referrals. The nurse who filled them out for me said that he'd never had to give anyone that many in one visit before. I am going to be busy with all those appointments the next few weeks. It's stuff I should have been keeping up with anyway but let it go for awhile. I see you waving that finger at me Monette :P.

For my friends who've called to check up on me and the family, thank you so much for caring and showing your concern. I love you guys.

I'm so looking forward to Thanksgiving, sharing an awesome meal with family and being able to lay around and relax afterwards is the best. If I'm lucky I'll get lots of sleep this weekend *fingers crossed*. I hope everyone has a great holiday and an enjoyable extra long weekend.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

The saga continues

So.....I was in the ER again yesterday (for the third time in 10 days) this time for Rosie. Let me back track a little so you get the whole story.

She's been sick for about a month. She had been very congested which inflamed her nose and mucus drained down irritating her throat making her cough a lot, so much so that the school called me twice in one week even though I was giving her over the counter cough&cold medicine. I took her to the pediatrician who said that taking the over the counter stuff for more than 5 days actually made things worse so she gave her Nasonex, Claritin and some antibiotics. She finished the antibiotics a few days ago but has continued taking the Claritin and the Nasonex as prescribed but her breathing is still labored.

Yesterday, she woke up complaining of body aches, tummy pain and a sore throat and she had a low grade fever so I called the pediatrician who was "on call", it being Saturday and all the office was closed. I explained what medication she was on and her new symptoms and sure as shit she says I need to take her to the ER to rule out meningitis *rolls eyes*. I knew it wasn't that because she felt better with the ibuprofen I gave her but the doctor said she'd be waiting for the ER's call so like a good mommy I took her.

It was fairly empty so we didn't have to wait long for her to be seen. They took chest x-rays and did a strep culture and ruled out anything bad. Basically she has a severe case of sinusitis and maybe a virus so they gave her a popsicle and discharged her with a prescription for yet another antibiotic. We walked out the doors of the ER and went right upstairs to visit John who is still hospitalized. Can you tell I've been practically living at this medical center for a few weeks now?

After I get home I just want to take my pain meds and get some sleep. Not happening! Ring Ring, I should know better then to answer the phone after midnight but I did and it's John's cousin (really just a long time friend of his family). She says her car just died in the middle of the street so I throw my kids in the van, pick up my friend Ralph and his nephew to come help. So now it's 1am and they're jumping the car and it won't keep a charge so it's probably the alternator; we push the car toward the only available parking spot and some lady pulls in it. I explain to her that the car is dead and ask very politely if she could move to another spot, she refuses despite the circumstances. Can someone say it with me...BITCH! Yeah, so at this point the little devil in me starts whispering in my ear "key her car". No, I didn't do it but damn I thought about it. So we wait in the cold until another spot opens up across the street and we push it in a U turn across 4 lanes, it's a main street, as oncoming traffic is speeding toward us in order to get the spot.

UGHHHH, it gets better.

My good deed doesn't end there, she asks me to drive her and her friend home with a trunk load of groceries mind you. Wouldn't be a big thing if she didn't live 2 friggen hours away. My vicodine and muscle relaxer is starting to kick in by this time so my friend Ralph reluctantly agrees to drive even though he hadn't slept in 24 hours. We finally get her home and drive 2 hours back to Chicago when as we're entering the city limits we see a horrible accident. The car must have hit the guard rail and flipped a few times because it was mangled like nothing I've ever seen. I freaked out when I saw the lady on the highway, her clothes were ripped off and she was dead, I knew as soon as I saw her that she was, her body was all mangled. It must have just happened a few minutes before I got there. There were two cars pulled over and the people were standing there on cell phones but none of them dared to go near her or the car, it was practically standing upright. I called 911 and they transferred me to the state troopers and I gave them all the information.

I didn't get home until 5:30am. My heart hurt and I had an awful headache. I was still pretty shaken up so I didn't get much sleep. In the morning, I called my cousin who is a state trooper and asked her about the accident. She said the details of that crash were still sketchy but someone had hit her car and left the scene. I kept trying to remember if someone went speeding past me, trying to remember anything. I did manage to get in a two hour nap this afternoon but I still feel on edge. When you see something like that it makes you think about how fragile life is, it's gone in an instant.

I took the kids to see John today, they did some additional testing but we won't get any results until tomorrow. He looks well though and is sleeping and eating normal again, he asked me to stop and get him a Phillie cheese steak sandwhich on the way to the hospital because let's face it, hospital food isn't that impressive. So...I'm not feeling good, I'm sleep deprived and the kids have been driving me nuts the whole time he's been in the hospital so I really didn't want to go, all I wanted to do was stay home and sleep but I know first hand what it's like to be there. So I go to buy his sandwhich and bring him his laptop and when I walk in he's sitting there with three of his cousins chowing down on a Big Mac. Shortly after, his aunt and uncle walk in with food in hand. *Grrrr* I could've stayed home.

Anyway, they did tell him that he has a thyroid problem which isn't related to the other stuff that's going on though. He'll probably have to just start medication for that. I'll update with any news.


Saturday, November 18, 2006


Well.....It's been a loooong two weeks and it's far from over yet. Where should I start?

My cousin finally got a kidney transplant! He has been waiting for 6 years. He's been on dialysis since he was 24 years old so at 31 he can finally go back to living a fairly normal life again. He's really excited about a few things...for one, he can pee again. I guess we take for granted that bodily function eh? Who'd of thought someone would be so happy to be able to go pee. He can eat and drink liquids without worrying about poisoning himself, that's always a plus ;) and he can actually go more than a few miles from home without having to worry about getting back in time for dialysis the next day...woohoo that means he can plan a vacation. He's taking 30 pills a day so his body doesn't reject it but that is definitely easier than the dialysis. I'm so happy for him and so very grateful to the family of the donor, his life not only saved my cousin but three other people's lives as well. I'd like to thank not only that family but all the families that have found it in their heart to donate during the hardest time in their lives. They truly are heroes.

My aunt is in the hospital right now, her body is shutting down. She was diagnosed with cervical cancer a few years ago, they did a hysterectomy and since her lymph nodes were clean after that they didn't recommend chemo. It's back and has spread very rapidly, not to mention she also has lupus which I'm sure doesn't help the matter. She is 46 years old and dying. She is 106 pounds and all of it heart, fighting with all she's got even though every minute of it is pure suffering. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

John hasn't been feeling well for the past few weeks. I've taken him to the doctor, the ER and then back to the doctor and he had an MRI this past Tuesday. This morning his doctor called to inform us that it appears that he had a mini stroke and needs to be admitted for further testing. The neurologist came in and did a few physical exams and said that his right side is weaker and less balanced then the left. Tomorrow they will be doing and MRA and hopefully we'll know more. He doesn't have a history of hypertension or migraines so this is somewhat out of the ordinary. I hope that they can figure out what's going on soon so he can come home.

During all this back and forth with John I started having some back pain. On Monday night it turned into full blown excruciating "kill me now" pain and I had to go to the ER. Yeah, I know they should have a corner just for us ;). I took so much pain medication and muscle relaxer in the course of two hours without any relief that even the ER doctor was concerned. It took me at least that long to get from my bed to the van. Needless to say I was pretty much drugged up all week.

I would also like to thank my mom for being here all week taking care of me and my family. I don't know what I'd do without her. I love you mom.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

This Boricua wants to go home

Lately I've been feeling overwhelmed....if I could just hop on a plane and head to my island where life is slow and peaceful that's what I'd do in a heartbeat. Responsibilities make it hard to just pick up and go but I know without a doubt that I'm so ready to live the life of a jibaro. A life where music flows from your soul and being in the mountains breathing in the fresh air means more than just taking a deep breath...it's taking in life as it should be.