Tuesday

Okay, fun filled day here.  Not, lol.  I have been up and going all darn day and I think I am done, so put a fork in me.

 

I got up after sleeping only 45minutes and went to my 9:30 appointment for my 2nd bladder rescue after stopping off first at Starbucks (for my much needed  and which the doctor has told me I must give up - forgive me if I just ROTFLMHO) and by the Apothecary for my prescription.  I have been a bit concerned because I have actually been feeling worse since we did that one last week and I was wondering if that was normal.  But my regular nurse, Brenda, was tied up and so the "other" nurse did the procedure today.  Well she couldn't answer my question "I think I've heard that you feel worse before you feel better".  She might as well have said "I don't know what the heck I'm talking about" because that is what she really meant.  Then she didn't numb me up like Brenda, which really made me appreciate her.  Let's just say I was happy this one was over.

 

Okay, back home for a little while then off to the ultrasound - you must drink 44oz of water before you arrive 30minutes early - another ROTFLMHO.  Yeah right, you tell that to a person who gets bladder spasms from just holding the 12oz Diet Dr Pepper she just drank and she's likely to bite your head off, or anything else you might consider important to life.  So my response was "I'll do my best" when what I really meant was "not in this lifetime buddy".  But, unfortunately for me, I really, really needed to go potty while I was waiting for my ultrasound, and I was just getting up to find a bathroom when they called my name.  Oh darn it, they caught me!  So I decide I can hold it a little while longer, but I must have given away my intense discomfort to the ultrasound tech because she said "you know, your bladder is way too full for this scan, why don't you go empty it two cups full".  Sure thing sweetie!  Oh man, much better.  Now I can almost tolerate her pressing that hard probe into the other side of my body.  But in all reality, it wasn't so bad once I went potty.

 

So I'm laying here on this hard table with this hard probe digging into me and the tech playing twenty questions when I decide that if she can ask a few questions then so can I.  So when she said "Have you had a period recently?" instead of answering in the affirmative, I say "Why, do you see fluid in my uterus?".  She actually nods, but I didn't tell her either way.  So when she is measuring 150 different objects and asks "Have you ever had surgery on your female organs?" I say "Why, what do you see?"  So I think she is getting it that I'm providing all the answers here and I'm not getting any from her because she just looks at me.  Then she says "Are you experiencing heavy periods?" and I say "Why, are the fibroids still there?"  So this time she looks at me and says "Oh the radiologist will have to read the scan".  Okay, that ended that game.  Darn it, and I was having fun, ha ha.

 

Then I waited around after she was finished and got copies of the films and brought them home to my own personal radiologist.  Nana nana boo boo!  Unofficial reading by my experienced x-ray, ultrasound, mri, ct scan reading doctor/husband was"look how much your uterus is pressing on your bladder...see I told you I was right...look at all the fibroids in your uterus...you have a very large cyst on your right overy...no wonder you have been hurting".  Okay.  So a little validation going on here.

 

Run back home for a little bit, grab a bite to eat.  Alarm guy comes over and finishes his pet project of driving me legally insane by seeing how many tones he can make the alarm sound and how loud.  Oh is it time to go get Caleb?  Darn, sorry I can't play drive DeLana batty anymore. 

 

So I get Caleb and we come back and let the boy eat something while David runs.  Then I take them to Target because Hannah has been driving me the rest of my journey to insanity by asking fifty times a day to take her to get some t-shirts so she and Emily can make t-shirts when she gets back to OKC next week.  Oh and the boy had to get a new game, of course.

 

Back home.   Hey...I'm hungry.  Who is going to do something about it because refer back to the first paragraph when I said "I'm done."  Oh my loving DH said "I will get you whatever you want".  Okay.  On The Border it is, but I did get grilled chicken and steamed veggies for those who are making sure I stick to my diet. ;)

 

Oh, are you needing an "awwwwwwwww" moment today?  Let me provide one for you.  Caleb's homework for today was to take $100 and write down how he would make the world a better place.  So Caleb says "I'm going to be a super hero and save the kids" (now he has been saying this since we moved to Sumter, SC two years ago and had not deviated from this at all).  So I go, "Okay, tell me how you are going to save the kids."  So the following is what the boy came up with all on his own:

"I would give my $100 to...

1.  Police to help protect kids from bad guys.

2.  Doctors for medicine for the sick kids to get well.

3.  Buy new wheelchairs for kids who can't walk.

4.  Build new schools so kids can learn; and

5.  Buy kids dogs to help them walk if they are blind."

 

That's my boy, Caleb Marc, Superhero!

 

Well, better call it a day.  As I've said twice before, "I'm done", and it's the boy's bedtime and he said I get to lay down with him.  Hey, how can I refuse?  It's not everyday you get to lay down with your very own Superhero, you know!

 

Nighty, Night and sweet dreams!

 

De

 

Tags: Urologist, Ultrasound, Insane, Shopping, Saving the Kids, Make the World a Better Place, Superhero