Rehab

29 04 2008

I spent the majority of my day yesterday in the ER. The ambulance came at the request of my cousin to take my Grandma to the hospital. She was having horrible pain in her legs and back and was having a lot of trouble walking. Throughout the course of the last few weeks, she has been falling down more and more, her legs collapsing under the weight of her own body. She can’t walk up the stairs to her room and can’t climb into the shower.

Her blood pressure was also extremely high. Whatever medication she was taking for it was not working. So the whole clan heads to the hospital to wait and see what is going on. We were there for about 5 hours but it seemed like it was forever. The ER gave her an MRI and medication to control her pain.

The MRI came back around 3:30 and the doctor explained what was wrong. Lumbar Spinal Stenosis in association with Osteoarthritis. Wha? Basically her spine is deteriorating and has been for a while. Her normal doc never did and MRI and always said it was just arthritis. She never really complained of pain and I suspect that she just lived with it. The ER doc explained that it is happening down the majority of her spinal column. Surgery is not an option given her age and the severity of the surgery that would be necessary.

The only thing they can do is manager her pain and send her to rehab. She’s gonna be a pill popper. She’ll like that. The rehab center that they transferred her to last night is going to give her physical therapy so that she can learn to use a walker and how to fall if she feels herself going down, to prevent more serious injury.

Some of our family went to see her today and she got’s her hair did and all that. I told my cousin to pack her some nice threads in case she picks me up a grandpa while she is in rehab. I hope he’s rich and kidless.

She’s in really great spirits and was in a good enough mood to nag at my dad about her going to the ER being the only way he will come see her. He told her to suck it up and get out of there so that they could go to Vegas. Ahh my family.

I’m heading over to her rehab after work to visit. She wants me to bring SBJ because she said that she “really really misses him”. We’ll go see her tomorrow after he gets off of school.

Because of this I may have to move in with her and my cousin to help care for her at night. We are still discussing this option. I don’t mind being there part time if necessary. Plus it’s closer to work for me which is always a good thing. I guess it’s just a waiting game now.

Thank Jeebus that my cousin is here from Iowa. She leaves Monday but there is no way her sis (who lives with my grandma) would have been able to handle what went down yesterday.

*le sigh* I’ll be sure to drop an update once I know more. If anyone can just send some positive vibes, good thoughts, or prayers our way, I would appreciate it!





45 more

23 04 2008

Since I am not as cool as Jim, and I couldn’t finish my 100 Things in one post, here are the rest.

56. I cannot believe that I forgot two of my most favorite shows EVER for Number 19: Sex and the City and Friends. HUGGGGEEE fan of both.
57. I feel like I can be overly sensitive towards really unreasonable things. As much as I try not to, I let little things really get to me.
58. This is something that I am SURE drives Rura nuts. I know it. I’m working on it.
59. I am excellent at recognizing my flaws. But I suck at actually acknowledging them.
60. I am a HUGE fan of Ghost Hunters. Huge. The last new episode that was on actually caught ‘something’ communicating with the team. This throws my mind into a spin because to me, it was like a time paradox or something. Ugh, I cannot get started on this. Moving on…
61. I am actually a huge fan of all things paranormal, strange, and hard to explain. Except aliens. I never have been able to get on board with aliens.
62. I am extremely passionate about music.
63. I often associate memories with music. Listening to my Ipod isn’t just listening to me. It’s remembering and relating.
64. I love to read. I’ll read pretty much anything.
65. I’m left handed.
66. I got my love of reading, music, and left handedness from my parents.
67. I also got my hatred of heart burn from my dad.
68. I’m “involved” with my google reader. It’s the easiest way to read blogs eva.
69. I’m not afraid to meet bloggers. In fact, I encourage it.
70. I’ve met one blogger, she rocks. I’m pretty sure I’ll meet himsometime soon, more likely by running into him buying beer and strawberry chapstick than actually arranging a meet-up.
71. I really thought it would be super easy to talk about myself, but its kind of not.
72. If I could get away with wearing sandals everyday, I would. Sandals or slippers.
73. I don’t hate regular shoes, in fact I love shoes, but I prefer sandals.
74. I have a purse fetish too.
75. You should see my makeup collection. It’s disgusting how much makeup I have and rarely use.
76. I used to work for Lancome, which is what really kicked off my obsession.
77. I LOVE good deals. I scour clearence racks first and hate to pay full price for stuff.
78. The only things I really will pay full price for is Dodger gear.
79. I am horrible at maintaining my blogroll. There are so many people I love to read, but always forget to add to my blogroll.
78. I love that there are so many talented writers all throughout the blogosphere.
79. I HATE snobby bloggers. I usually try to stay away from them.
80. I use “fake” names for us on my blog but I really think they are easy to follow. I can’t stand reading a blog with TONS of fake names for everyone they are referring to. It confuses the fuck out of me. PLEASE include some kind of key when you use tons of fake names. THAT I can handle.
81. I hate when my work blocks websites like Twitter and Flickr. Don’t they know that this is very frustrating??
82. I’m a joker at heart, which is part of the reason I get along great with most people. I like to turn most situations into funny situations.
83. I am kind of a pack rat and I hate it. I save the most random shit that I do not need. Especially papers.
84. HOWEVER, when I really need something, like the registration renewal form for my car, I cant find it.
85. Since I got my licence, I have been in 3 accidents.
86. The first was my jeep in high school. Tipped it completely over, shattering the passanger window which required my BFF at the time to get 14 stitches in her arm.
87. The second was with my brand new Ford Escape with my brand new 2 month old baby boy. Turning into a Barnes and Noble parking lot, I was hit by a Honda and spun around. The guy was late for work and I was out of a car for 6 months.
88. The third was the car I have now, my Nissan Versa. Hadn’t even made a payment and the truck in front of my came to an extreme stop on the freeway. My car? Didn’t stop so quickly.
89. Am extremely lucky that no one was seriously injured in any of my accidents. Me included.
90. No one trusts me with new cars now.
91. I prefer blue pens over black pens.
92. I am left handed, but I keep my mouse on my right. If I try to move it, I get stoopid and cant do it.
93. I also bat right handed.
94. My son is left handed. His dad hates that.
95. I believe I have given my son my musical talent.
96. I also inherited bad teeth from my parents. I pray I didn’t pass that one on to SBJ and that I wont pass it on to any other kids. Lucky Rura has perfect teeth.
97. I am SOOO excited that I am at # 97.
98. I completely enjoy inside jokes. More than any woman probably should.
99. I am very set in my ways about food that I eat. I rarely try new things.
100. New things that I tried and now love: Sour cream and calamari. Not together.

Holy shit. That was kind of torturous. How come no one mentions that at the end of their 100 things lists? Mother fuckers, always trying to trick me.





100 Things (Well 55 things anyways)

16 04 2008

I’m a horrible follower of all things blog trendy and extremely uncreative so here we go.

You know you were all dying to know 100 random things about me. Admit it.

  1. My middle name is Lynn.
  2. I’ve used a combination of my first and middle names as my email address for 10 years or so.
  3. The only thing that changed in that time was going from hotmail to yahoo.
  4. I am an extremely fast typer. When I am typing at work, co-workers sitting around me actually comment on my typing speed.
  5. This makes my co-worker that I hate extremely jealous. So jealous that she memorizes typing tests online so she can get 100% on them. Then she prints the results and hangs them on her wall.
  6. I can still beat her average speed without memorizing the test. Biotch!!
  7. I am extremely sarcastic which gets me in trouble.
  8. I have a horrible potty mouth. And I rarely sensor myself in front of my kid.
  9. I love Budweiser Select and Corona’s with lime and salt.
  10. I’ll drink beer over most anything else.
  11. Except wine. This wine specifically.
  12. My idea of a good time is sitting around in the evening, talking, drinking, and smoking with a good friend.
  13. I love all things music.
  14. I love all things Dodgers.
  15. My ipod has a Dodgers cover. Understand?
  16. My new favorite show is The Office. My ringback tone and ringtone are the theme song.
  17. It took me 3 weeks to watch all three seasons on DVD and two days to catch up with the current season.
  18. I constantly obsess over TV shows on DVD.
  19. I’ve gone through One Tree Hill, Heroes, The Office, and right now, I’m working my way through ER. I’m on Season 2.
  20. I sell Avon.
  21. I wish I was a good enough Saleswoman to supplement my income. That will probably never happen.
  22. Soooo many people hate it, but I totally love Applebees. They make the best pasta.
  23. I love iced tea with Sweet N’ Low. No splenda for me.
  24. I love dark chocolate.
  25. I need to have a triple venti eight pump vanilla latte from Starbucks in the morning.
  26. If I cant get it, I drink a Monster.
  27. If its hot outside, I will get a grande caramel frappachino add vanilla and extra caramel.
  28. Rura drinks the same thing every time we go.
  29. Speaking of him! Even after almost 3 years, he still gives me butterflies.
  30. He’s the first guy to ever really “get” me and not want to change who I am.
  31. I smile every time I think about him (except when he does dumb shit to piss me off)(then I frown)(but then I usually think of something funny he did or said and I cant help but smile)(which makes me mad for not sticking to why I am mad in the first place).
  32. I HATE one-uppers. Stop trying to be better than me! It’s not going to work. I am awesome, just accept it.
  33. I’m not really that conceited, swear.
  34. But I really do hate people who try to out-do everything anyone says. It annoys the shit out of me to think that they are most likely lying.
  35. I am a very disorganized and messy person, but only in my own space like my room or car.
  36. I like a clean house so I don’t get that about myself.
  37. My car is so dirty right now, its embarrassing. I get in it and cringe.
  38. I have cleaning (and obviously blogging) ADD. I get easily distracted by things that need to be done and my thoughts are jumping around like crazy for this list.
  39. Shit I just forgot what I was going to start in about next.
  40. I love my family.
  41. I love Rura’s family.
  42. I want us to have a big family with a big house for both our families to hang out together in.
  43. As messy as I am, I LOVE to be organized. I know this makes NO sense.
  44. I hate feeling frustrated when I don’t understand something.
  45. I hate lazy people, especially lazy co-workers who make more money than I do but get paid to talk about their own stuff to other people on the phone. Things that have nothing to do with work.
  46. I get bitter about things very easily.
  47. I hate stupid people.
  48. I hate ants and small flying bugs.
  49. I love to take pictures with this, even though I’m not very good.
  50. I obsess over photography. I cant be on flickr for less than an hour.
  51. I cannot stand when people use their life as an excuse for drama.
  52. I feel like life happens to all of us and we can either learn from it and move on, or wallow in self pity.
  53. I do know that sometimes its harder for people to move on and if I love them, I want to help them with that.
  54. I try to keep my friends close, and my enemies far far away.
  55. I’ve learned a lot about friendship in the last 8 years.

Ok that’s it for today. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow.

I’ll be twittering at the Dodger game tonight if anyone is interested!





SPF – Bad

11 04 2008

Today Kristine asked us for bad. I thought hard about this and I had some trouble with it. I thought about posting a picture of SBJ’s busted up toe nail and how bad it looks, but when I look at it, I get dry heaves and I really did not want to share that experience with you.

So you get this:

bad ass

My son, the Bad Ass.

He was probably about 2 in this picture and all it took was me saying “wanna fight?” and throwing up my fists, he would say “anna fie momma?” and put up his.

I would throw a few jabs and the laughter would just spill from his little chubby body. His laugh… it made even the hardest of people crack a smile. It was infectious. My reaction to his laugh was always a mixture of laughter and tears because my soul just could not handle the immense love that this kid made me feel.

Love you little Bad Ass.

Did you play??

 





SPF – Triangle

4 04 2008

flyover

Triangle

When I went to see the Dodgers take on the Red Sox at the Coliseum last week, I wasn’t really prepared for anything. I knew it was going to be memorable, but I just didn’t really know why.

Only 3 days before the game, an LAFD Fireman lost his life in an explosion. The LAFD and The Dodger’s organization responded by arranging a fly over of 3 LAFD helicopters before the start of the game.

They are literally flying into the sunset. It was moving, and beautiful, and a moment that made the game that much more perfect.

Did you play?





Is this the 1950’s? Heh, I wish.

3 04 2008

I have to brag here for a minute. I am so proud of Rura. Not only for being dead sexy, but for figuring out his dream, and actually doing something about it. Not many people can honestly say that they have done that. I know that I can’t. Shit, I don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t even know if I want to be anything.

Ugh, that is depressing.

Anyways, as much shit as I give him for missing Dodger games and other half important things, I do admire his dedication to the police force he is involved in. He is active and on ride along’s at least once a week and he dedicates a lot of time to it. Without pay. He can do that NOW, but it wont last for long. He does work a regular job too and he has to deal with my crazy on a daily basis. Once he completes his training and gets hired to a force, I know he is going to make an excellent cop. And he is going to love what he is doing with his life.

Now me? I dont mind my job. It pays my bills and doesn’t get under my skin on a daily basis. (There is always an exceptionand you will not BELIEVE what that crazy bitch is up to now.) But…. but…. I just don’t think that this is what I am supposed to do with my life.

Truth be told, I hate working. I am the most awesome housewife and SAHM mom ever. Even better than you. I’m sorry but it has to be said. Someone should pay me just to stay home and have babies and take care of them. Which is what I want to do once Rura is making enough money.

Hahahaha Wait. I live in California. Economy? Crap. Housing Market? Crap. All of it is crap. Which just kills my lifelong dream of not working. Which makes me sad.

Is it so horrible that I don’t want to be a bread winner? That I would prefer being a housewife? Barefoot and pregnant? I just don’t know.

But I do know that I rock at getting uniforms to the dry-cleaners and getting them picked up on time. I can cook when given a kitchen and I do laundry like its nobodies business. Hell, I’ll even scrub a toilet or two. Overall, this just determines that the above is true, I should SO not be in the workforce. All my talents are going to waste.

I really don’t care if this post sets the women’s movement back 50 years. Seriously. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.