After afternoon naps today, Kati came in and asked "Hey, can I brush you hair?"
sure thing, pumpkin.
When they're 15, and want to BE with you? Jump. do not walk. Run at the chance!
That began the full session "Dress Up Barbie" with mommy. She did my hair, then makeup, all while we're watching Jonathan try to learn and conquer his new video game demo.
Frankly, she did a much better job than I.
We compared hair length (mine is surprisingly below the middle of my back) and all kinds of girl stuff. Stuff she was never much interested in post-Barbie and pre-teen years. And I just bathed in the conversations.
Since we are still doing the single car thing, I had to run to the store before picking up John from work. I invited her along, and off we went!
We had a great time at the store, and called her dad when we realized we had, well, too much fun and were running late. Turns out he was too, and needed an extra hour or so. We seized the opportunity and ran to Denny's for drinks and more conversation.
Let me digress to say it was about, oh, 857 degrees today.
And Denny's air conditioning had given up the ghost and died.
Dead.
Toast.
I felt it's pain.
But, we persevered and sat there for about an hour, sweating, fanning and talking.
Since we're barbecuing tomorrow, we decided to order a pizza on the way home s called from the restaurant to order They have this policy that if your phone umber is not in their system, they must call you back to verify it's not a prank.
When we didn't hear back right away, we paid the check (and I might add, the air conditioning chose to come back on at that exact moment) and head out the door.
As we headed off the sidewalk and hit the asphalt, I felt my right leg give way followed immediately by my left leg. The inevitable thought of both hands are full, the phone is now ringing which must be answered, I'm going down no doubt about it, I'm going to land on my face full on or break my ribs, man it's hot out here, I can't speak, help me help me help me is all going on while in slow motion ,my body is g.o.i.n.g. d.o.w.n. boss.
Yeah- it's a beautiful picture, ain't it.
Somehow, I twisted my right side and landed on my behind. Hard.
But, better than on my face.
I tossed the phone to Kati who answered and confirmed our order while I lay there determined mot to cry. Or throw up.
Asphalt? It is hard.
Then- the picture gets all the better.
Kati is now holding- two drinks, my purse, the cell phone (still talking to Pizza Hut).
I'm finally rolled over to my knees (and a big thank you to all those Denny's employees who stayed inside and watched without a single offer of assistance- I swear I wasn't sitting their planning my lawsuit).
I'm totally afraid to get up without something to hold on to, since I don't know if my legs will collapse again.
So, Kati sticks her leg out, hopping on one foot, holding everything, talking on the phone and letting me use her leg to balance and get up.
I'm now convinced she will never go out in public with me again.
I know I wouldn't.
I'm glad to say that the swelling has gone down in several places, I'm nursing a glass of water and some Tylenol and at dinner, Kati reenacted the whole hopping around, doing everything, leg stuck out to help her poor mom routine- all the while laughing her head off.
I think that maybe, just maybe, I stand a chance of getting her out again.
And if asking nicely doesn't work?
There always the keys to the car to throw in the pot.
A mom's gotta do, what a mom's gotta do.
Well, Mayo is rescheduled now.
Unfortunately, I have been blessed with a raging case of summer bronchitis, and with no immune system to speak of it's self-imposed quarantine time again ...
In talking with the transplant team, they would prefer I not come in until I'm over this a couple weeks at least for my own protection, an that of the patients I may come in contact with.
It's actually been a fun ride- between the meds for the neuropathy that offset my balance and ability to walk like a drunkard .... and over the counter cold meds that make you dizzy? Life is like a carnival ride that jut keeps. on. giving!
So, I wait to hear from scheduling regarding the next available date for final evaluation.
In the meantime, it's bed, fluids, bed and more fluids.
Party on, peeps!
Party on.
(Oh, and keep the HazMat gear as my gift).
To recap the conversation I had with John's boss on the phone ...
(I'm in italics, he's in bold)
Hey! I hear you weren't feeling good. How are you doing?
Great. I have Influenza B.
Oh. Really. and you're working today to spread the love around?
Yep. No lack of selflessness here...
Yeah- sounds like it. You're a real giver there.
So, is John available?
Yeah. Here. Hold on while Iick the phone. Just want to make sure he gets full exposure ...
Uh thanks for that. Appreciate it.
It's time to turn this life around.
Geesh.
And since my brain is still in overload, let's rely on the old list format to review the yummy goodness that was today!
1. I saw my primary care doctor yesterday, and she gave me a full hour of her time. (It was a slow afternoon for her). She listened to me download everything, all the gunk, frustration, issues, everything. I love her to death, cause she's as much a friend a s a physician.
Part of the reason I haven't been sleeping is the neuropathy, At night, it kicks in full force to the point where any type of fabric touching my skin drives me insane. I change pajamas 4-5 times a night to find something that doesn't bother me. The neuro I was seeing offered no help, just a bunch of tests.
Anyway, she prescribed a medication yesterday to try and it worked beyond belief. Not only did it make my legs calm down some, it knocked me out for 5. whole. hours.
I haven't slept that long in one shot in ages. Then, I took another nap today, for 4 1/2 hours. Dead asleep. Never even rolled over.
I'm like a new person tonight.
2. I was able to get a referral and an appointment with a leading meuro in Vegas. He's hard to get in with, but we made it! So, I'll see him in a month.
3. The car is getting fixed sooner than expected. God provided the funds we need to get all the parts, plus a couple of other things that were next on the list to blow up. It was a shock and surprise to get notice on it today.
I cried.
Then I called John at work to tell him.
And cried some more.
God is good.
If you guys could be praying, though, John's boss has been diagnosed with Influenza and continues to com to work every day. Please be praying that John does not get sick, and that he doesn't pass anything long to me. It can be a real issue since my immune system is so depressed.
So life is looking up at Case de Living Grace.
And a huge thank you thank you thank you I love you to Jules at Everyday designs for bringing back the flower! For those of you new to Living in Grace, Jules did my very first blog design- the blessed me with this beautiful purple flower.
It's nice to be back in a comfy place!
I'm in the process of working with Typepad to get the blog back in line. It's been in timeout for a week now. So, if things are funky?
It's me.
Not you.
Do not adjust your TV set.
We will return to normal, I hope, soon.
Thank you.
That is all.
Well, actually not.
Ye old blog blew up today, and there was no fixing it. So, to save evreyeon the frustration of the atomic disaster, I threw up the password protection for a couple hours.
Which in turn, set my email on fire :)
So now, we're back to a basic template until the rest can be worked out.
Sigh.
Needless to say the helpful links sent to me by the Typepad IT department are, well, meaningless to my brain. I can't figure out where this stupid tag code goes, so until I can, this is it.
Love me anyway?
Dear "The Brown Truck" people,
As a long time and loyal customer, I wanted to write and say "Thank You" for the fun and exhilarating time we had together this week. It's not often that I'm so impressed with a company's ability to absolutely do everything in their power to take years off my life, and remotely strip the color from my hair.
It was a simple package delivery. A wee little bubble mailer.
It started it's happy little journey in Salt Lake City, UT, a city I could personally drive to and back in under three days. With two teenagers. And a dog with a restless bladder.
So, when I received word that you would get my package to me in three days, I thought "They're professionals. No worries," and I went on with my life.
By day three, I'd not heard from you. No updates, no phone calls. Nothing. I was dead to you. I called you, and you couldn't find my package. You broke my heart.
On day four. you let me know you had in fact found my package. Unfortunately, you'd routed it to the wrong distribution center on the other side of the country. But, you promised me quick resolution and I Would have my package by day five.
Because I had to sign off on my package, I'd now sat at home for two days waiting for you to knock on my door.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Life is short, and you wasted my time.
Day five came and went, and nothing.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Like the sands of the hourglass, so were the wasted days of my life.
Finally, day six came and Oh! Joy! of! Joys!
At 9:32am, you told me my package was out for delivery.
I eagerly checked again at 11am and VOILA!
You had delivered!
Uh, wait.
Delivered?
Odd you hadn't knocked on my door.
Or fallen over the husband that was sitting in the rocker on the front porch at 10:47am, when you said you had been here.
So, I called you. And found out you had in fact delivered, but to a house three streets over.
Sigh.
What did I ever do to you? Please tell me.
Rather than wait another three days for you to come back out, pick up the package and redeliver it to me (and probably send it to Kalamazoo first), I hopped in the car and drove to the neighbor's house.
The 80 or so year old woman who answered the door was relieved I had shown up. Except she had some bad news.
It appears that your contracted, not in the brown truck but in a pickup truck driver who delivers out here decided to help himself to the contents of my package. And then leave the package on her porch, with the torn open side down, and beat a hasty retreat out of there.
When I called to advise you, you tried to place the blame on the 80 year old lady. Unfortunately, neighbors talk and this is not the first time this has happened out here.
So, I'm holding onto the evidence for the 5 business day, as you requested. You're welcome to come and inspect the package. And talk to the 80 year old neighbor.
That is, if you can find your way out here.
And we don't live anywhere near Kalamazoo.
When that's done? We're through.
I just can't take it anymore.
You lied to me when you told me those six little words.
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing".
Now, I won't.
I'll "Relax, it's FedEx."
Well, after practically going blind trying to figure out what I did, I thought .... hmmmm. Maybe I could just republish the whole thing on the old design, then republish it on the new design.
Point.
Click.
Fixed!
Some things are missing, but you know, for the moment I'm abit afraid to do anything again.
To those of you who get HTML et al? I salute you.
Be my friend.
Hello.
Did you find this post?
Way .... down...... here.....?!
Yeah.
I messed something up.
Big time.
So, enjoy the new "Where's Waldo" version of Living In Grace. I've opened a "I'm an html idiot" ticket with the nice folks at typepad. (Shalee, I really should have had YOU write it for immediate results. You're so good with them IT folk)
Hopefully, we'll be back to normal, well, as close as we ever get around here, here.
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