sicky sicky sick

*warning* this is a post about being sick. if you don't want to read about throwing up, etc. please stop now. :) you're welcome.

 

i am so sick of sick. 

it seems like either one of us or all of us have been sick all the time for the last few months.

i am sick of it. 

bleh.

a couple of weeks ago, when i went to the doctor, they said i had a sinus infection. 

took antibiotics for 10 days, and felt better for a couple of days. 

friday came around, and the doctor appointment that told us i didn't have cancer (yay!)

sam was SO sweet, and ended up coming home from work and surprised us at the doctors office by showing up, when i didn't think he would. 

i love that man. 

anyway, we decide to celebrate, and spend the day together. so after doing a few errands, we met up with my cousin and her kids at her house, and spent some time with them. 

we then went to a park, out to dinner, and then decided to catch a movie at the dollar theater. 

puss in boots. 

cute and funny movie. 

bubba was acting really tired, and wanted to snuggle on my lap. 

after the movie, we headed home and decided to play games together. 

bubba was acting kind of funny, and i should have known what was up, but alas. 

he kept going from sitting/laying on the couch, into the kitchen to get a drink, into the bathroom to just stand there. i asked him if he needed to use the bathroom, which he replied with "i don't know". 

about a minute later, i turn to look at him, and see him throwing up. 

all.over.the.bathroom.floor. 

i run in, lift up the toilet lid, and hold him over the toilet while he proceeds to throw up 3 times his volume. 

it was insane. 

seriously. i didn't know a kid could throw up that much. 

where did he hold it?!

strip down his clothes, and draw up a bath for him. he just lays in it. no energy. 

we clean him up, get him out, go to get him dressed. 

round 2 hit. 

luckily, sam had the bowl right there so it didn't get anywhere but the bowl. 

he's thirsty. 

we get him water, and get a bed set up for him in our front room. 

10 minutes later, round 3. 

but now, not only are we dealing with throwing up, but he's decided that he needs to go to the bathroom. 

great. 

both ends. 

he proceeds to throw up every 10-15 minutes until he has absolutely nothing left in him. 

then it's just dry heaving. 

then sips of water. 

then throwing up that water. 

this continued for about 5 hours. 

then a fever set in. 

he was up most of that night. saturday morning, he finally slept some. 

saturday afternoon, he took a 3 hour nap. 

i've never seen him so mopey, and tired. 

broke.my.heart. 

i spent most of saturday snuggling him, and trying to keep him comfortable. 

saturday evening, he kept saying he was hungry, we tried to get him to eat chicken and stars and some bread. 

took his first bite, and ran for the bowl. 

here we go again. 

luckily he just threw up that once on saturday night. 

sunday he was much better. we still just took it easy. 

monday, my tummy felt a little off, but not sick. 

monday night, sam tells me he doesn't feel good. 

i went up to bed so he could rest downstairs without me bugging him. 

i got a call at 5 in the morning. 

"i am thirsty, and need more water, but i can't get up and get it"

apparently he had been throwing up for 4 hours and didn't wake me up until he absolutely had to. 

poor guy. 

so tuesday, sam was down sick. 

wednesday, he woke up, and all he felt was tired. so he headed back to work, and has been fine since. 

then this morning, i woke up with my sinus's completely stuffed and unable to breathe again. 

oh boy. 

i am so sick of this. 

please sickness, just leave my house and don't come back for a while. 

i would really like us to be healthy for a couple of weeks!!

a scare

i'm going to let you into how my life has been this last couple of weeks. 

i went to the doctor's office on january 30th

i had a sinus infection, and a few days before i got a strong impression to have some moles removed. 

if you know me, you know what i'm talking about. 

i am COVERED in moles. 

they say the average amount people have are 10-40 moles on their body. 

i have over 40 on ONE arm. 

yeah. 

i knew that i was at higher risk for skin cancer.

also, at least 4 of these moles had started changing, and had all the markers for it. 

so needless to say, i was worried. 

went in, had the doctor look them over. 

yeah..let's remove them and have them tested. 

so we scheduled an appointment for that thursday, feb 2nd. 

went in, and had 4 moles removed. 

two were plugged, and needed 3 stitches each, and two were too big to be plugged, and needed to be scraped out. 

luckily, with the lidocaine, i didn't really feel it until later. 

then it was a matter of waiting for the results. 

and trying to figure out how to shower without getting the stitches wet. 

(2 were on my chest, one of which had stitches, and the other one that had stitches, was in the center of my back between my shoulder blades)

sponge baths are NOT that exciting. 

and hot showers are my comfort. 

so not having those...made me anxious.

the.longest.eight.days.ever. 

i can't express the things that went through my mind. 

i was actually ok with it. 

i know, that sounds completely odd. 

but i felt completely at peace with the possibility that i had cancer. 

i was also anxious. anxious for the unknown. 

i was worried, what would happen next?

how was this going to affect our adoption plans?

would we have to put them on hold? 

i had a lot of people praying for me.

a.LOT.

and it was a HUGE testimony builder for me. 

i was finally able to go back to the doctor yesterday. friday the 10th. 

and i'm going to state, that i have an AMAZING doctor. he took care of me when i was a teenager, and i am so glad that my insurance covers him so that i can continue to go to him. 

anyway

he sat down, and asked if i was nervous. 

i, of course, said yes. 

and then he told me "well, your pathology results came back normal"

that is what stuck with me. 

normal. 

not cancer. 

then he said something about how they had something in them that would lead to cancer. 

so it's good we got them out now. 

complete.relief. 

i am lucky to say that i don't have cancer. 

i do have to go in once a year and have full skin checks to keep an eye on other moles. 

but as of right now, i don't have it. 

but, no more tanning beds for this girl. 

i will be wearing sun screen anytime i spend time outside. 

white is the new tan people. 

trust me on this. 

i will be sporting it now.

who wants to join me?

and i would also like to tell my mother THANK YOU. 

she drove me to each of my appointments, helped me with bubba, and held my hand through the hard parts. 

you saved me, and i can't thank you enough. 

i love you.

life

hello there

how are you doing this fine day?

we are doing swell. :) 

i never know what to write on my blog. i feel like it needs to be so deep and thought provoking.

and most of the time, my thoughts aren't that provoking. 

and people say to just blog about what you do, 

you know...keep people updated about your life. 

but i usually talk to my mom on the phone every.single.day and tell her everything that is going on 

that i forget that other people might be reading my blog. 

haha. sorry to all those that get disappointed when you come to my blog and see nothing new. 

let's see. 

bubba is growing. i can't believe he turns 4 next month. 

he entertains me d.a.i.l.y. 

multiple times a day, as a matter of fact. 

like right now, i am watching him play with legos, which are spread across my front room. 

and he is so animated while playing with them. 

"i darth vader, what are you doing?"

(picking up another lego..)

"playing with my friends, what are you doing"

(back to darth vader)

"i going to get you with my light saber"

*light saber noises*

it is rather entertaining. 

and i wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING. 

he knows a lot of his letters, and his numbers, even though he still insists on counting like this
1...2......6....8....12.

with a smile on his face, because he KNOWS he's doing it wrong. and then he laughs at me when i say 

"wait a second, 6 doesn't come after 2!"

well technically it does,

but you know what i mean. 

i sure love him. 

we got rid of one of our couches this last weekend. 

we have SO much more space in our front room, it's amazing. 

bubba has more room to play, but i lost my lounging office location.

which is probably a good thing

i think my butt was starting to take form of where the couches met. 

anyway. 

sam is loving his job, and is exceeding expectations there. he's constantly being told that he is picking everything up faster than anyone, and has been able to get comfortable doing what he is doing. 

even though most of it still goes over my head... 

i'm happy that he is happy though, and we seem to be able to "settle down" a little bit now. 

which is good. 

now we can start looking for a house. :) 

which makes me rather excited. 

we are still waiting to hear anything about an adoption. 

our paperwork is out there, and we are just kind of waiting. 

hopefully we will be able to talk to our caseworker soon, and see what else we can do to get our names out there. 

but in the meantime, we just wait. 

SO much easier said than done. :) 

we are also waiting for some test results for me, to see what else this year is going to bring. 

it might completely change my world. 

but it's ok. 

we will survive. :) 

anyway, there is an update. 

maybe tomorrow i can come and update with pictures. 

yeah...let's try for that. :) 

until then.

16 year old me

 

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