Friday, January 15, 2010

The Full Story


So for those of you who are my friend on facebook, you should have seen this picture I uploaded the other day. It was taken from my phone and my phone wouldn't let me put the full caption I wanted, so here it goes:

I was changing Lili's diaper. And boy let me tell you, it was a messy one. Not only was it loaded with urine (it was the first diaper change of the day, and she sleeps for about 12 hours) but she had just done her duty. I was happy about that because lately she's taken to doing it about 5 minutes after I change her. Anyway, it was messssy and since she's in the phase of "I don't like my diaper being change" I decided to get up and throw it away before she tries to escape and get into it. I'm not even to the trash yet (which we were changing her diaper just outside the kitchen) when I heard it. It was one of those moments that you just knew exactly what was happening without even having to look. But you just have to double check so I did. I turned around, setting the diaper on the counter saying "really Lilian?" as I did, expecting to see Lili around the area I left her. Nope, I walk out the kitchen and see the above picture, except she was still peeing. I just started laughing. The closest camera to me was my phone so I grabbed it real quick and snapped that shot.

Anyway, I just felt that picture deserves the full story. :D Its one that will go in her scrapbook...someday when I get around to working on it again.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Happy Birthday to me...I guess.

23...idk why, but 23 just sounds so much older than 22. I know it's not, but really, it just sounds like it is. Anyway, so I'm now 23. Nothing special. Didn't do anything, mostly because we have no moneys right now, buuuut I also could possibly have tonsillitis. Happy Birthday to me right? It's fantastic. No fever yet, and it doesn't hurt to swallow yet either, but I can feel my tonsils are a tiny swollen and they are covered in white spots. Lovely, I know. I tried calling to set up a doctor's appointment, but good ol' TriCare was a let down once again. Well it wasn't so much TriCare and their dumb policies but the appointment hotline was down, due to technical difficulties. They were having computer issues yesterday at the hospital when I went to get rechecked for my heart and thyroid. But because my phone was still broken I couldn't "push 1 to speak with Fort Carson medical facilities" or whatever it says. And it doesn't have the option to hold for an operator. At that point it just repeats the menu options. It also told me to try online. So I did. But my account has been locked because I haven't accessed it in the last 365 days and the stupid link to the helpdesk it told me to contact for further assistance wasn't working. So I will try tomorrow. I'm just hoping the pain and more swelling wont be there when I wake up. We shall see I suppose. I did finally get my replacement phone tonight though. Just about a month and a half after I broke my original. It's amazing to actually be able to use the phone without fighting it to do what I want/need it to do!

So I'm watching The Soloist right now. Interesting movie, kinda strange. Not the best Jamie Foxx movie there is, but it's ok. Makes me miss being a band geek though. I wish I still had my clarinet. I think my mom and ex-step-dad sold it while I was in Hawaii though, but no one has admitted to it. Kinda messed up, pisses me off, but whatever. Someday I will own another.

Anyway, off that random tangent. Gotta get to bed I guess. Sleep would be good for my ill, old body.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Happy New Year

Hope you all had a better one than us. First off, I had to work NYE, but whatever, I got off around 415ish. BUT on my way home, I started feeling nauseous. I was thinking it was from this turkey sandwich I had for lunch. The turkey had been open for about a week and a half, but it smelled fine and tasted normal. So I get home and about 20 minutes later I'm praying to the porcelain God. I felt fine aside from my stomach so I knew it had to be food poisoning. Then it (sorry for the nasty details) starts coming out both ends, at the same time. Thankfully, my tub and toilet are neighbors. Anyway, then Adam gets it...but hold on, he didn't have a turkey sandwich today. Again, thankfully we have two full bathrooms. I can't imagine that night in our old apartment with just one. Anywho, in between rushing to the bathroom, I'm trying to figure out what we had that would make us sick and not Lilian. All 3 of us had bananas that day, but again, Lilian was perfectly fine. Then I remembered I had a glass of chocolate milk that I shared with Adam before leaving for work. The milk had to be it (the chocolate milk was made with nesquik powder that we've used several times before so it's not the chocolate and the milk used was a brand spanking new gallon I literally just opened). We started getting so dehydrated, but neither one of us could keep down anything, not even water. Adam was worse than me, he could barely get himself to the bathroom. I was feeling okay enough to drive to 7-11 and get us some 7-Up to calm our tummies and some Powerade to give us some electrolytes. Adam kept chugging his and I told him to calm down or he'd be seeing it again. And I was right. Finally he listens to me and we both stop the puking portion. Well almost. He falls asleep and I don't. I was too uncomfortable, too thirsty. So my dumb self chugs a glass of my Powerade. I knew I was going to regret it, but it felt so great to get something in me. Sure enough, a few minutes later I was back in the bathroom. So I went back to taking very small sips, but it wasn't enough. I got no sleep what so ever. I was either going to the bathroom or taking sips of fluids every few minutes..too often to get any sleep. Then around 6 or 7 a.m. I started having lower back pains. I get Adam up and he draws me a bubble bath (awwwwe :)...he had gotten a lot more sleep than me, though not very much. But he was feeling much better than I was). That didn't help, so I had him dig out my heating pad, and that didn't help either. The dog also had diarrhea that night so we started wondering if it was a bug or just coincidence. We decided to go to the ER, at least to get re-hydrated.

We couldn't get ahold of Courtney and Justin to watch Lili for us so we finally packed her up and took her with us. We both checked in to the ER at about 10 after 10. I got my vitals done, and my heart rate was at 125...they figured it was just because I was so dehydrated. I hate the way this army hospital works. They call you up for vitals, make you sit down, call you up to get your medical history portion, make you sit down, then finally call you up to get you to a room. It's a pain, anyway, I finally get in the back and hooked up to my first 2 bags of fluid at 11. That was quick. Those bags finish, my heart rate was still high so they gave me a 3rd. About an hour and a half after I was called back, Adam got to his room and he got 3 bags too. Around the time my 4th bag gets hooked up, he was discharged and came to my room with Lili. When they came in with that 4th bag, it was a smaller one than the others, I think it was a different type of fluid, but they told Adam it would be a while and since he had Lili he should probably get her out of there. So he left. And I was sad, mostly because my call light didn't work and it took forever for my nurses to come check on me. So there I was, all alone, hooked up to a 4th IV bag, the BP cuff and the pulse ox. They hooked a 5th bag up and decided to do some blood work to check my thyroid since there was no reason to have that many bags of fluid and my heart rate still be high. Hyperthyroidism runs in my family so I thought that was going to come back positive. But nope, all my blood work came back fine except for my potassium levels. So they hook a 6th bag up and gave me some potassium pills. About halfway through that 6th bag, the doc comes in and gives me the option of being admitted, and kept over night hooked to more fluids and being observed. Or going home. I was cold from the IVs and still hadn't gotten any sleep so I said I wanted to go home. My heart rate and dropped down at one point to about 98 but was back up to 113 when being discharged.

So I came home. I went to bed at about 830 last night, slept til about 8 this morning and I'm still laying in bed. I'm going to set up an appointment this week to get my heart checked out and make sure it's normal again, and if it's not, find out what the heck is wrong. Just for those who don't know, for a person over the age of 10 (who isn't an athlete) the normal, healthy, beats per minute is between 60-100. Hopefully it just has something to do with how sick I was getting and it'll be better, but for now, I'm resting in bed.