Less than 3 hours until my birthday. I can't believe I will be 27. Dh and I started dating right after he turned 27. He told me today that he thought he "felt" old then, but I don't seem to be "old". Who knows what that ment, but I guess I will take it as a compliment.
I got a beautiful watch, a new Coach purse and Emily got me a cute little Coach keychain. It's the shape of a dog bone.
My stomach is in knots for some reason, I guess because I know good and well my family won't be calling me tomorrow. Oh well, as Chris said tonight, I won't have to hear my mother and her famous phrase "27 years ago today, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
We are going to Jen's at 4 tomorrow. Then my in laws are throwing a party for me on Saturday.
Not much else is new. Emily was rather needy today. She wouldn't play outside without me (even in the back, which is fenced). She was rather whiney, too. I guess she is getting pretty bored.
I had a renal ultrasound on Tuesday and they called today. My left kidney is shrinking and they can't find the artery. Oh well. They don't work anymore anyway. No big newflash there. But it is just weird knowing that a part of my body is shriveling up and rotting inside of me, okay, it's gross.
That's all for now. I will be back as a 27 year old. Oh boy, right?
I woke up this morning to the news announcing that Barry White has died. I can't stand hearing those few little words, cause of death: kidney failure and high blood pressure. He had started dialysis in September of last year.
Had a great birthday, my parents did not call, but at this point, I am better off without them in my life. My sister stopped by the party for 2 minutes. She bought me a box of doughnuts for my birthday. That was nice of her.
The guys lit off some pretty fireworks for us, and that was intresting. Especially the one Chris lit and turned and said "I don't know what this one does" and it flew right into the crowd.
Today has been a very trying day.
Had a wonderful birthday party last night given by dh's family. Got lots of nice gifts, too. I received a beautiful chaffing dish from my mil. I can't wait to use it.
The crew met over here this morning and we set out for a pleasant Sunday ride. Decided to not do breakfast because it was beginning to drizzle. Headed back to the house. Got to the fork in the road and noticed that our other two bikes were not behind us. Stopped and waited for a sec, then decided to turn around. Chris's cousin had gone down. I was a wreck as soon as we arrived on the scene. He was okay, he was able to eat the grass instead of the pavement as he had time to think it through when he realized he wasn't coming out of the curve. Some grass rash, helmet damage and major bike damage, but needless to say, he walked away. I thought it would make me rethink this whole riding thing, but it's like riding a horse, fall down and immediately get back on, and that is exactly what all 4 of us did. I just want to say thanks to the ten asshole cars that drove by and didn't even phathom stopping to see if he was okay. **** you all. You nondriving mother of ****ers are the reason he went down in the first place, stay in your own ****ing lane when driving.
Good to get that off my chest.
Now, off to try and sleep, HA.
Why does my sister still call me? Why? Drama, drama, drama.
Why is it she asks me what is wrong and I tell her I am tired and I get "why are YOU tired?", "I worked until one this morning", I feel like screaming good for you, you ****ing healthy *** 20 year old ***** who works til one and sleeps until after noon. Pin a pretty red rose on your ****ing nose.
On a good note, I have a new transplant team and all systems are go and being expedited. It should all move quickly from here. I have waited for this to come for so long now. I was never supposed to be on dialysis. It was planned to go direct to transplant, then enter the mold. Which, I don't even want to go there with the mold. What an aggrevating day with these idiots.
Emily is feeling well, playing, eating, running, jumping. She seems to have very minimal discomfort. Cor and Reg brought her by a present, she got the new Lizzy McGuire CD, tomorrow she wants us to buy her a new cd player (hers was mine in high school) and that is much better than her original request of a weim puppy, and Jen L is sending her a gift packet in the mail. Oh, and the mommy and daddy got her a beautiful bouquet of roses and wildflowers and a big nemo balloon and a small get well balloon. I think she will heal just fine.
The doctor actually did a fabulous job. I think he should be in plastics instead of emergency. I have never seen such a beautiful job before.
Going to read a mag. now. Clonidine brain forgot to wash clothes today and well dh needs socks so I must stay up (shouldn't be a problem for me) and finish his clothes he started. He is so perfect.
I haven't felt good at all this weekend. I am having major potasium problems, too. Which is really stressing me out. I can't get this **** figured out for the life of me. I told Chris that if I am still having this pain, I am going to go to the er and get my levels checked again. He says he agrees with me.
Which brings me to another thing that bothers me, why do people use the emergency rooms as their primary care doctors? That aggrevates the beloved **** out of me. Why if I have to go to the er, because my dialysis is not going right and I could be potentially fatally sick, do I have to be exposed to your funk. Wait and call your doctor.
We didn't do much this weekend. I slept for the most part or laid in bed. Friday night our godson's mother called at 7 looking for a sitter so they could go schmooze with the boss or whatever. Well I told her I was good for a couple of hours max. Chris went with me, they didn't come home until after 1. I was so sick and felt like ripping them a new asshole, don't they understand a couple means 2, 3 max. Don't they know that you can't just miss a night on the machine. Chris was fuming and what were we to do, it wasn't like we could leave the kids alone. He offered for me to go home but what good would that of done, I can't possibly hook myself up and that was the main reason I was puking my brains out. Then the baby got up to eat and the smell of the formula made me hurl more, thank god Chris helped out. Lesson learned.
We decided we needed to go to Church more regularly. It is so easy to sleep in on Sundays when you haven't slept the night before, but we both agree it makes us feel so much better when we go. So we went to the 9. I guess my mother is going to the 9 now. I didn't see her, okay, well I did as we were in the car leaving I saw her and molly. Well get this ****. She calls my sister and says "guess who I saw at church", so my sister calls here and tells dh. Can we be any more ****ing childish people, my sister was like "yea she said she saw you", well maybe she should get off her high horse and say something. Not that I would of acknowledged her at this point this bull **** is so far gone. I spoke to my aunt yesterday and she had called my mom friday night because they had an officer killed the exact way we lost our two this week. My Aunt told me (to my surprise) that my parents and family are the ones being stupid. For me not to worry about it. That I have more important things. Wow, for someone who has only heard their side of the story, wow. Goes to show just how stupid they are acting.
Sex and the City was really good tonight. I about died over the scrunchie part. I wouldn't be caught dead with one in my hair outside of this house, a ponytail with hair wrapped around the band, yes but a scrunchie, no. Emily doesn't even wear them.
Princess goes to Brownie camp tomorrow. Tuesday morning before camp we go to get the stitches out, hopefully.
I read the entire book that JennL sent me for my birthday yesterday. Summer Sisters, by Judy Blume. I couldn't put it down, I think it took me about 10 hours off and on. Great escape.
I tried to upload some pics into my album here tonight, I really want a siggy, but after two hours of uploading Nada, it just kept going and going and going and nothing. Same it did last night. Very frustrating.
Why wasn't I born Irish? Why am I Italian? Why?
When it comes to luck, oh, I have it alright but it is all BAD. It just keeps coming and coming and coming and coming and coming and coming. Man.
Will it ever end? I ask Chris this all of the time. He keeps telling me yes, but every day it seems like another stroke of bad luck comes our way.
On another note, Steph and I took baby Brody on his first shopping adventure today. We went to Opry Mills. I didn't think I would be up to it but, it felt good to get out. Brody did awesome. What a sweet baby he is. Then I picked princess up from Brownie camp, she had a blast. Then I had the asshole force me to drive VicE through the damned oil slick and oh how easily a good day can go bad.
Now, C is in the driveway trying to get each spot of oil off of my car. The driveway from where I rinsed the car looks like somebody came and did a ****y pave job over the aggregate. Oh I could just scream.
On another good note though, I finally did some research on Dr. Wigger. I think I will like him. He isn't sexy like my last guy was, but oh well, not why I am there, right? I think I will like the group at St. Thomas. Although I was comfortable with the Centennial group already. I am not big on change.
Going to make Em her dinner now and hopefully get some pics into my gallery. Hopefully it will work tonight, Em has grown so much I would love for people to be able to see her.
There's that damn luck again. FedEx allegidly left the diag. card that we have been desperately needing for the shop at my backdoor. Funny, how would he access my backdoor since it is behind a locked 6 foot privacy fence with two stranger hating weims on the other side? So, I call FedEx, the package was supposidly insured, it was not. I am fuming, and the shop really needs this, one of the others has taken a ****. So what does FedEx say, we'll ask the driver to retrace his steps, you'll hear from us in about 48 hours. WTF!!!!!!
I am just so confused as to why I get out of bed every morning! Everything I touch turns to ****.
If my FedEx package was delivered to my back door how then do you explain it on my front door step the very next day?
Oh well, we finally got it.
Didn't sleep last night, slept for a few hours this morning and while I did my sweetheart cleaned the kitchen and did some wash, how sweet. I watched Sesame Street this morning at 5 o'clock, I hadn't watched that since Em was about 3! No Wegman skits this one though. Bummer.
I am starting to get really nervous about Tuesday. Hopefully it will all go smooth and I will be matched in no time. If I don't get a live match, the average wait for my statistics is three years. I don't know if I can go three more years like this.
Saw Bo and Holli and the kids last night. 8 more weeks until number four arrives. Bless her! I don't know how she manages.
My sister's mil had her stomach stapled on Thursday. Everything seemed to have gone well. After Brian's mom died of obesity I am glad to see Edye do it. I think for some people it is worth the risk. I just don't understand how they can get their nutrients merely eating such a small portion. I hope this works for her though. The only thing they are worried is that she likes to drink alcohol and the doctors told her that would be a major no after the surgery, maybe it will be a double blessing then?
Emily truely enjoyed Brownie camp. I was amazed at the things they did all week. Very impressive on $35! The cutest thing aside the t shirt and pillowcase would have to be the flower person. I love it. They took a fake flower and used a large beed and embroidery thread and pipe cleaners and made a "flower girl". Very cute.
Next weekend she is going to six flags in loserville and then the week of the 4th she has company dance camp. Summer is ending quickly. Gosh, the public school kids in our neighborhood go back Aug. 4th. Not far away at all.
I can't believe how well I have done with this no smoking thing. It's not been easy.
I can't go to sleep, I have horrible heartburn. I think it is from all of the sour skittles I have eaten this weekend.
We didn't do much of anything this weekend. I cleaned the house some, got rid of some moldy furniture, and slept a whole lot. We went to church this morning then instead of going out to eat I convinced Chris to go to Publix and get what we need so he can make me french toast. He makes the best french toast in the world!
Emily is having Bay over tomorrow to play. The air quality specialist is coming at noon. And we are less than 36 hours away from the big day for me. I can't wait to get this show on the road.
I put a picture of the baby boys in my gallery and just wanted to post it here. I love this picture.