Seriously, people. My world, she’s a spinning!
What I didn’t tell you is that:
My friend lost a son to suicide back in September and I didn’t feel it was my place to talk about unless her husband, Anchor Struck, wrote about it. He did and I can’t begin to explain to you how terrible I feel for my friend’s loss. Suicide is so sad and his choice of how he ended his life just makes me so very sad for him. I still imagine the sweet little baby face he had. Mental health is awful.
Ain’t that the truth. My son’s mental illness just breaks my heart. However, hospital mental health units no longer frighten me. They are good, safe places.
What I also haven’t mentioned on top of this platter of sadness and struggle is that a very close family member was diagnosed with breast cancer and had her mastectomy the day before Thanksgiving. I was able to go and help her and hopefully take a lot of fear out of her journey. It felt so good to be able to share what I learned with her, including knowing when to keep my mouth shut. We are closer because of our breast cancer bond. I have learned more about her in the past two weeks than I did in the past 27 years we’ve been family members. Her diagnosis and prognosis are very similar to mine. I hope that the fact that I’m here and working out at a gym, almost four years after my cancer began, gives her some peace of mind.
My mother went shopping today. On a Saturday near Christmas. It was 1 degree Fahrenheit when she went shopping. She lost her car and wandered around the frigid parking lot (without a hat) for several minutes before some compassionate woman put her in her own car and drove my mom around the parking lot, in search of her car. They couldn’t find it so mom used the woman’s cell phone to call my little brother. He came and found her car. She had exited through the wrong door and her car was just around the corner. She had no reason to be out in the frigid cold, with icy parking lots. It could have been so much worse. I was so mad at her!
She is mad that the store has more than one door!
I took her to visit my son, in the hospital, and we were discussing how it might be a good idea that he live with her a few days a week. That way he can keep an eye on her and she can keep an eye on him. More on that later!
Because of all that has occurred recently, we missed a Christmas party on Friday night and I missed a lefse making to-do at The Pope’s house today!
But I can’t end this on a downer. Nugget bought me a chartreuse couch for only $76 from an auction and he picked it up for me today! I’m so happy about my new little couch! I should share a photo with you but you know what, I don’t feel like going to all of that effort. Maybe another time!
Oh! There’s my rainbow! A chartreuse couch!
And the support of the best friends a person could ever have!
I’m so sorry for worrying some of you. But you should be worried. I’m a mess!
I was in the hospital, overnight this week, for another round of cellulitis in my lymphedema’ed arm.
It came on so fast!
On Tuesday night, I was at the gym, ellipticalating. On Wednesday morning, at 6 a.m., I was up and noticed my arm was a bit red and painful, as though I’d spent the night before lifting weights, not on the elliptical. I popped an antibiotic (I always have a bottle of antibiotics at the ready) and then I had to take my mom to a suburban hospital to get ultrasounds of her legs. The appointment was supposed to take two hours.
Right after she was called in for her procedure, I looked at my arm, which was now red and on fire! A few minutes later I was overcome with chills from a fever. I needed to get to my hospital in the city. I wasn’t going to stay in the suburban hospital for something so life threatening!
Unfortunately, Minneapolis was experiencing a snowstorm. I called Nugget to come and wait for mom to get out of her procedure and I hopped in my car and hit the highway. Joining the other commuters going 5 miles per hour.
I was miserable! The roads were slippery, the traffic was barely moving and I was suffering from a fever!
I made it to the ER and they immediately told me I’d be admitted for what might be up to five days.
I was in a room shortly and hooked up to an IV antibiotic. By the next morning they said I could go home that day. Wow. Just one night in the hospital! Just like the last time. This is why I got to the hospital in the city. They are incredibly attentive, know how to treat my infection. The added bonus is that a girlfriend of mine, who I haven’t seen for too long, is a nurse there and came by to see me. As did my lymphedema-nurse-friend. I felt well taken care of.
I got home and hopped into the shower, washing off the hospital tepid shower I’d taken earlier.
I got to sleep early, thankfully, because I was awakened by my oldest son early the next morning with a request to be taken to the hospital for some mental health help. He is safely admitted to his own hospital.
I am safely considering running far, far way.
My life is too much for me to handle right now. How about one of you taking some of this shit off of my back?
Jesus! Was it just me or was that last blog style too much for everybody? Back to the old green chair header.
I have today off and spent part of it getting ready for the snowstorm headed our way.
I bought milk, bananas, and popcorn. I’m ready. C’mon snow!
I went to a vein clinic today. I wanted them to look at the varicose veins on my right leg. But when I got there, I wondered why I was there. My varicose vein isn’t that bad. What the hell? Do I just like wasting my days off from work at the doctor’s office?
I think I do!
Of course they tried to talk me into getting an ultrasound, purchasing compression stockings, and consider (depending on the ultrasound outcome) doing some vein heating thing that shuts off the vein.
I decided to go home, think about it, then get back to them.
I’m not getting back to them.
My leg is fine.
Ugly, but fine.
We had a sad incident at work today. Outside of work. Thankfully, not in an OR!
A deer made an attempt to leap over our chain-link fence and somehow managed to get it’s back left leg stuck in it. Poor thing was hanging there with an obvious break. One of our facilities guys hopped over the fence and helped the leg out but it was too broken. The poor thing hopped a little bit then hid behind a tree, unable to go any farther.
The facilities guy called animal control who came out, took a look at the deer (who tried to make a break for it, to no avail) and pulled out his shotgun.
Me, being fascinated with the macabre watched the guy shoot the deer. Twice. Putting the poor thing out of it’s misery.
He gave a permit to the facilities guy (who is a hunter) who spent time gutting the poor little thing and then taking it home so that he can get it to a butcher.
I’m hoping for some jerky.
Hey! Started this entry out with Jesus! and ended it with God!
No I didn’t. I just remembered that the last time I saw a deer get killed was the morning that my older brother died from a heart attack.
No one’s golfing today, what with the storm on it’s way, so that won’t happen again.
Two big anniversaries to celebrate today:
1. October 31, 2000, I began blogging over at kitchenlogic.diaryland.com. 13 years later and I’m still here. A little quieter. A lot older. Still here.
2. October 31, 2012, I got my new fake boobs. Happy anniversary cute little boobs!
I had the day off and spent my day running hither and yon. I got to a morning yoga class, which I’m going to try to do every Thursday that I’m off. Then I went across the city of Bloomington no less than four times. It’s a long city. I was happy to be about.
I got a pedicure and ended up sitting next to a woman who I first thought was obnoxious (she was on her cell phone) but ended up liking. She’s a fellow breast-cancer-survivor. One year ahead of me. Cancer survivors are allowed to talk on their cell phones wherever they want to.
Now I’m just hanging out, waiting for the trick or treaters to take all of this candy away from me so I won’t be tempted with it tomorrow!
Before I go, here’s Thing 2′s costume that he came up with and wore to school today. You know he’s in college, right?
The Incredible Hauck Hulk!
Howdy Blog Readers!
For fun this weekend I took my mom to Minnesota’s Largest Candy Store!
Which was an incredibly dumb thing to do on the Saturday before Halloween. Apparently, everybody else had the same stupid idea.
I bought some Pumpkin Pie Fudge.
Wow! That is the best dang fudge I have ever had in my life!
That being said, I’m on a “Through the end of November except for Thanksgiving” eliminated carb diet which I’m blaming on the fudge and Drew Carey.
You see, I woke up on Sunday morning, grabbed a cup of coffee, a slice of pumpkin pie fudge, and sat myself down in front of CBS Sunday Morning, which was just then airing the story about Drew Carey and his 82 pound weight loss story. Guess who eliminated carbs and lost 82 pounds?
Wasn’t me. Was that damn Drew Carey who was spying on me from the inside of my television set.
Time to walk away from the carbs and lose more weight now that I’m so dang healthy what with hanging out at the gym every other night.
Nugget and I went to our second yoga class last night and man, that’s the best workout!
Nugget and I also went out this weekend to see Billy Crystal’s show, 700 Sundays. That’s the amount of Sundays he had with his dad before his dad died.
It was funny and touching and a lot of fun. I’m so glad that we went!
Afterward we stopped at a bar and I had a Lemon Drop Martini, which is not on the list of Drew Carey’s eliminated carbs.
I hate Drew Carey. And yet, he is my inspiration. I want to look like Drew Carey.
Took mom to Trader Joe’s today. She wanted some gluten-free bread all of a sudden. So we got her some. And then she went right over to the shelf full of bread and wanted a baguette.
It doesn’t work that way, mom!
I bought myself some gluten-free macarons (which only come that way) Pumpkin ones and a variety box. You can eat them right from the freezer. Life is good.
SS – I make several types of Persian food. Kukune Gusht is a meat casserole made with ground beef, eggs, spinach and spices. Morg Polo is a rice with chicken dish. Koresche Garch is a mushroom sauce over lamb or beef. Persian spices include lots of cinnamon. It’s yummy stuff. Maybe I’ll make it for you one day. There’s also an incredible rice pudding made with rose water and pistachios. You should talk me into making this for you!
Nugget and I went to our first Yoga class at the gym tonight. It was a really nice way to wrap up the week’s exercising. We’re planning on going every Sunday.
I sweated like a pig! They turn up the heat in the room, which was a big part of the sweat factor but also, holding those poses is more intense than I thought it would be.
The woman sitting next to me is currently going through chemo AND she works for the company that makes that lymphedema pump I had a representative show me last spring. We chatted about our cancers before class started.
Nugget said that there was a woman in front of him who obviously wanted to join in our conversation. I didn’t notice her until class started. She was wearing a scarf over her bald head. Next week.
Time to get ready for my busy week ahead. Having stayed home almost all of this week, I have to work every day so I can keep some of my PTO. I covet those hours!
I just realized that it’s important I continue to blog because if I didn’t, my friends Tammy and Karna wouldn’t know what I’m up to. Seeing as how neither of them will go on Facebook.
How will they know I stayed home from work almost all week long, sick?
They need to know this! It will fulfill their lives!
Hi Tammy! Hi Karna! What up?
I feel like a real person again. A real person with no more sinus infection yet a cough. So lifelike!
I’ve gotten back to the gym the past couple of days. Oh, how I’ve missed the gym!
You hate me, don’t you.
So today would have been the 30th wedding anniversary of my friend, Fahimehgoonerbabybatchanaimabadimortensen had she not been murdered by breast cancer four years ago.
I really fucking hate cancer.
I miss the Gooner. I hadn’t spoken to her for several years and was surprised when CiNDy told me she had died.
She was something, the Gooner. Iranian and gorgeous and an incredible eye opener to a suburban white girl from the midwest. I think it’s time to make some Persian food in her honor.
It was fun to be her first western influence.
And way too big of a responsibility for a goof like me! But hey, if you’re going to learn to be western, I’m must the gal to show you the ropes!
Today is also my friend Nacho’s birthday.
People. I had the coolest group of friends in college. That’s what happens when you live in the “foreign” wing.
Nacho’s from Panama. As is is cousin, Tito, who I knew before I knew Nacho.
I am an international college coed. Did you know that?
Obviously, I’ve got nothing going on in my world to talk about so I’ve gone back in time to my days of college with my friends Fahimeh, Tito, Nacho, Antoine, John-The-Greek, Rollington, and Ephrem Fung.
I seriously need to scan some college photos for you guys!
That is all for the evening. Except I want to throw out a couple of personal messages…
Tammy – Always make sure I get any information from you, first!
Karna – How was the New York experience with your mom and sister? I’ve been biting my nails all weekend long!