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My Hero, the prosthetics technician

Isaac’s got AFOs. It’s that simple. They keep him off of his toes and from falling all over the place. Plus, they’re cool looking. He’s got airplanes, trucks, cars and checkered flags all over them. The print is called “fly and drive.”

These suckers require constant adjustment and new straps every so often because of the daily on and off. Velcro only lasts so long!

So, as I noticed the straps were getting a smidge ratty, Isaac’s private PT, Miss Kim (who we LOVE) noticed that his left foot had a huge pressure mark from the AFOs.  Man..How to feel like a bad parent! I didn’t even notice this.  The poor kid has the AFO cutting into his foot, he’s hyposensitive and I’m letting him walk around like this? Oh, for the love of Pete!

So, I made a frantic phone call to the orthotics lab, and initially they weren’t going to be able to get us in until next week, but with another protsthetics tech! AHHH!!! We like our regular tech…he’s just awesome.  So, as they were fishing, they found a quick cancellation, and we were able to get in. It was either that or send Isaac to school in his crocs…which the PT at school calls “the scourge of the Earth.” I think she’s overreacting, but I digress…

I picked Isaac up from school a few minutes early and gunned over to the lab, where we were greeted by our favorite people, the receptionists who spoil Isaac like crazy. We were immediately lead back to the treatment room, where Rob, our hero met us.

Rob immediately saw the pressure spot and noted the straps were all sorts of a hot mess. Come on, soccer and daily use take its toll on straps! They’re all sorts of shreddy.

Rob took the afos to the lab downstairs and started heating and pushing and heating and pushing on the areas of teh AFOs that were causing pressure. He then redrilled the holes for the straps and put brand spankin’ new straps on the AFOs!

The whole thing, from start to finish took 30 minutes. Thank heavens above for Rob…who is our hero of the prosthetic kind. He really saved the day and Isaac’s poor left foot!


May 14, 2010 at 2:16 pm 1 comment

Itch, itch, wheeze, wheeze

I am a huge walking medical nightmare. I swear. I spent a lot of time explaining to doctors that since I was adopted, I have NONE of my medical history, so asking me if my parents are healthy is kind of a moot point. So, since I have no knowledge, we’ve been extra careful with Isaac and even waited until he was 2 to introduce peanuts/peanut butter.

So, it’s almost no surprise to me that my body has begun to do the “revolt” thing. But what has happened over the last 3 days totally takes the cake in that department. Now, my body and I are officially at war.

Sunday night, I was laying on the couch, watching the Olympics (most likely hockey) and I was eating peanuts in the shell. Isaac and I were cracking them and eating them. Hey-we both like them and it’s good fine motor work.

I started to get a smidge itchy, wheezy and tingly lips. I didn’t really pay much attention to it all because I thought it was just my asthma kicking up. No biggie. Grab 2 benadryl and head to bed. Totally not a big deal.

I wrote the entire experience off until Tuesday.

Isaac had one of his classic pre-dawn wake up calls and we were laying on the couch. I figure if he’s going to wake me up, we’re going to do some work. He had asked for some peanuts and I made him work for them. I set him to cracking them and putting them in a bowl, where we both began eating them. Quickly, I began to feel tingly, wheezy and then whammo-the hives and itchies started.

I finally put two and two together and grabbed a few benadryl and my inhailer and set out to call the doc’s office when they opened in an hour or so. In that time, I was thinking more and more and more that this was the peanuts. I hadn’t eaten anything else, I hadn’t done anything else…no wrong detergent or anything…so, what else could it be?

SOOO, we all narrowed it down to peanuts. YIKES.

The sad thing is that when I talked to the doc and nurse, they’re all positive that allergies can develop later in life and this is nothing out of hte ordinary.

crap. I figured I’d at least get “well, we think it may be something else…” But NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Sunflower butter, here I come.

February 18, 2010 at 12:45 pm 1 comment

Oh, cool!

I went to physical torture therapy today, and my darling PT decided to try something I’d never seen before. Now, I need to state for the record, I’m hard to show anything I haven’t seen before to. Between my escapades and Doug’s, I’ve pretty much seen it all. Cripes. I’ve seen Doug’s intestine. (Doug just wanted me to state for the record that he saw my uterus during my c-section and that we’re even in the “I’ve seen your abdominal parts” race…but I digress)

So, today, PT tells me that she’s going to laser me for the last 5 minutes of therapy.

Laser? Huh?

Yeah, LASER!

So, she says that it’s supposed to break down swelling using light beams.

I can get behind this. Seriously I can.
So, after I was done doing electrostim with ice, she grabs 2 things that look like portable speakers. She puts them against my ankle and holds them on with an ace wrap. It was the NEATEST thing-they started to glow red!

I sat there for 5 minutes, marveling the disgustingness of the popcorn topping in the one magazine (bacon and herb anyone? ICK!) and being astounded and amazed at the fact that I was hooked up to a laser to try and end the puffball that is my ankle!

So stinkin cool!

July 20, 2009 at 9:53 pm Leave a comment


So, since I did the whole fall thing a month ago (and no, I really can’t go into detail as to what happened there. After everything is said and done, I’ll be able to speak freely, but until that point, don’t even bother asking for the whole story, because I can’t give it to you.)my ankle has been the subject of my daily frustration. Seriously. It gets old fast. Hardcore fast.

I saw the doc for a follow up, and besides being allergic to the air cast-not kidding-my skin has decided that it doesn’t like a LOT of things-I”m not healing. I’m still swollen, I still have nicely reduced mobility in the area and it still freakin hurts.

I haven’t been able to game geek in a month. Yes, a month, and who knows…when I go back next week, if I can’t handle the no sitting thing, I may have to be pulled AGAIN.

I’m also in PT. Let’s discuss how these sessions are shaping up. My PT, saw how swollen I was yesterday and nearly had a panic attack. I think she measured again Thursday and it was 4 and change cm swollen vs only 3 on Monday. Either way you go, that’s a significant amount of swelling. Ick.

I just am so over this entire thing. It’s been so decent outside lately now that the monsoon has stopped that I want to get out, walk, play, do. BUT, not possible to the extent that I want to.

I’m just so done with this injury. I can’t say that enough. Just done, done done.

July 19, 2009 at 10:06 am 1 comment

Doctors and patients and medical stuff, oh my!

Does everyone remember a year and a half ago when I had the whole medical device fiasco? Well, the short version of the past year and a half is that this sucker is now malfunctioning. So, it has to come out. With this being me and my rotten luck (I swear-Eeyore mode is in full force!) I’ve got to go into the OR and have them pull it out. I was NOT going to let the doc go in and get it blindly. Not a chance.

So, they scheduled a surgery time for me. I got the phone call for the pre-op appointment and after scheduling it around some other things, I finally made it there on Friday. As per the way my life runs, nothing can be normal or smooth…

So, in walks this couple. They’re loud and the male of the two is kvetching about how he’s going to have to wait, and that there are all of these appointments ahead of him.

The female of the two is trying to calm the guy down. At this point, I figured they were father and daughter or uncle and niece. She begs him to eat the other half of his sandwich. Did I mention it’s 9:25 am?

So, he finally agrees and she hands him a half of a BLT with cheese and mayo. He sits there, eating it, slobbering all over the place. There was mayo everywhere! Then, he started loudly complaining how he waited 2 1/2 hours the day before and never got seen. Then he asked about vending machines in the building we were all in. Unfortunately, there’s really none of those, and we all told him so. Girlie offered him water, and he kvetched about the temperature of said water.

So, I get called back to do all sorts of things, like insurance verification and all of that, and when I came out, the entire room of people had moved away from this couple. Hrm…so, I settled with the rest of the waiting room.
One by one we all get called back for bloodwork and EKG stuff. In between each one, we were put into a seperate waiting room. In that secondary waiting room, I ran into two of the people from the waiting room who had moved away from the couple. This is what they told me…

“you missed it.”

I asked what, and the one proceeded to tell me that after I was called back, the couple started to make out. He started SLURPING ON HER EAR!!! Oh, for yuck, yuck yuck!

I couldn’t believe it. So, after I left that office, I figured I’d never hear or see that couple again. Until this morning. I arrived for my procedure on time (that’s a whole other ball of wax..but I’m not going there.) and as I’m getting settled into preop, I hear a voice. One I recognize…

OH MY FREAKIN HECK! It’s that couple! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Thank goodness I was settled into my bed and was not visible to them. I was beyond OMG-ing. I quickly signaled to Doug that this was the BLT, ear slurping couple and he craned his neck to look. Hell, I would ahve too if I hadn’t seen this group. Haven’t seen them since. Thank goodness.

So, as I sat in my room, it became people watching central. The woman in the pre-op bed next to me was quite the entertainment factor. She spent the entire time she and her daughter were there talking about FOOD. OH, my god. Food. I then immersed myself in the laptop. Tossed on a DVD-and then got bored of that and went on the wifi.

During this time, they tried to insert an IV. I promise, there will be  no pictures of the aftermath of the IV debacle. The one nurse tries, misses. Second nurse tries, misses. They declare me a hard stick-Duh. They call the IV team who tried two more times and gave up. THEN, the anestesiologist came in and I told her she had one hit to get it, and if she didn’t I didn’t know what I was going to do.  She made 2 hits, so we’re up to 6 sticks, but  I had an IV, and I also had all sorts of bruises all over my hands and arms.

I spent the rest of the afternoon on the wifi, playing with the Pandora internet radio and basically wondering when the heck I’d be going down for the whole surgery thing.

Surgery was scheduled for 2:10, so about 2:45, I finally asked when I was going to be taken down…and they found out for me that it was going to be another 45 minutes to an hour before I got down there. Ick. Fine, blah. yuck. So, 3:30, I finally got down to the area before the operating room, and was there for about 30 minutes before everyone came and talked to me about it all. I met in quick succession, the resident, anestesiologist and an OR nurse. Oh, brother. How to really confuse me about who was going to be in there! eekers!

The anestesiologist dropped something down my IV, and wow! That sucker really knocked me on my ass. I remember being wheeled down to the OR, saying hi to Dr. C, and shifting to the surgical table. Then, it’s all black. Nothing. Nothing at all.

I woke up to the PACU (post anestesia care unit) nurse telling me to take deep breaths.  The first question out of my mouth was-Where am I?

Second question-Can you make the room stop spinning?

Did I mention that I don’t get along well with pretty much all types of sedation? I’ve got a really hard time waking up and I end up crying and all sorts of icky things. I let them know this, so they were ready with pain meds and phenegrin for the nausea that I always have.

But I finally got home late last night. Out of it as all get out, but home. So, I’m without said medical device and still kinda feeling gross. Not wanting to eat, and every once in a while, if I push myself a bit further than I should (that’s normal for me-I want to be back to myself NOW.) I feel woozy…


but at least I’m done and don’t have to worry about having something in me that’s not working like it should.

July 2, 2009 at 8:12 pm Leave a comment

What I did on the 4th of July

First off, I need to wish my darling sister a Happy Belated birthday-I called and left a message, but no birthday for the darling lil’ sis would be complete without blogging! SOOO, Happy Birthday, you  Butt Munch. Hope you at least had the day off!

Secondly-I’ve been asked by a few people if my store is one of the ones targeted for closure. The answer is fortunately, NO. We have some of the highest numbers in the district and people would get seriously violent if we closed our doors. Plus, we’re right near a major highway-we get TONS of traffic, as evidinced by July 3rd’s rush that had our drive thru snaking around the building and the line inside the building to the door…There are 3 stores in this area that I’ve heard to be closing. The district and regional managers are fighting one. The other 2 are goners. Hopefully, we’ll get some of the GOOD ones from those 2 stores at our store. Plus, they’re opening another store off the highway about 20 minutes up the road. That store needs staff…so there will be options…but my green apron is safe for now.


So, My 4th of July went like this….

4:15-alarm goes off. Get up, shower and put on the Barista clothes.

4:45-4:50-leave the house for what I THINK is a 5:15 start to my shift.

5:00-get to work-see SuperShift’s car-FREAK OUT thinking I’m 15 minutes late. Knock on door, get let in and apologize for being late-get told that she thought it was 4:45 too, and it really was 5:15, and we’re just going to open the store SLOWLY, and take our sweet time, so clock in and let’s get going.

Hey-the 4th was time and a half. I’m not complaining about the extra time.

6:00 am-Open…SLOW morning. Seriously SLOW morning. When HoursWhore (he calls himself that…) comes in, we dawdle around, do our “tasks” and then make ourselves drinks. It’s just dull as dishwater-we come up with drive thru games, and no one even flinches when we play them.

10:47-off the clock I am and heading home. I decide to stop and get bagels-I hear this tidbit from the bagel people “Who the hell needs bagels on the 4th of July!?”

Umm. Me.

So, I came home, ate bagels and proceded to get the family ready for the party that afternoon at my uncle’s house. No, not one of the uncles that is related to the trash dressing family that invaded poor Angela’s bridal shower a few weeks ago…this is the other side of the family…

This was Isaac’s first pool party. He’s really only done “water play” at school and other places. The kid loves water. He’ll sit there and play in the tub for HOURS upon HOURS.

So, he beelines for the kiddie pool and in about 30 seconds, rips off his rash guard.

(note to self: WHY did I buy the child a rash guard? Oh, yeah. He’s PASTY WHITE. Reminder to tell the school to MAKE HIM KEEP IT ON!)

Isaac had a great time hanging with the cousins on the side of the family he’s never really gotten to know (because of distance reasons…and because…of stuff my darling mother doesn’t want me to put in here. There.)

So, here are the photos…hover over for the explanations.

Isaac and DiAnna swimming in the big pool

Isaac and DiAnna swimming in the big pool

DiAnna getting Isaac to kick and do all sorts of great stuff in the pool

DiAnna getting Isaac to kick and do all sorts of great stuff in the pool

Amy and Jonah-a kid who\'s a pices with a fish name! No wonder he likes water!
Amy and Jonah-a kid who\’s a pices with a fish name! No wonder he likes water!

Isaac told Betsy to \

Laura, you\'re REALLY not taking my picture in this? Are you?
Ok. Done with water for now. Running THAT WAY!
Mind the Gap! Great shirt, isn\'t it? It\'s awesome to sport a shirt that reeks of England (that\'s where it came from!) on the most patriotic holiday of the year!
And you know what I got out of this party? Besides some serious schmooze time with my cousins?
Yeah. That\'s a serious sunburn. My stinkin sunscreen washed off in the pool. Lovely, huh?
And you know the sad part? This was taken this morning…and it’s still that red. OUCH. Next time, remind me to bring hte waterproof sunscreen? Will y’all?
And there’s now 14 days left as of this post, to enter my blogaversary contest! Keep those “secret menu” drinks coming!

July 6, 2008 at 11:12 am 2 comments

Another day, another hospital, another time to deal with an outlaw

Today, Doug had his (we hope) last surgery to correct the emergency item that was placed, oh, around 6 months ago. If it was just me, my mom and maybe a friend or two waiting for him to get out of surgery, life would have been good…but no, COLOSTOMY has to show up…leaving Vapid at home with Princess Pretendtocare (Vapid stayed home for a GOOD set of reasons that I’ll detail at another time. It makes me seriously angry what she’s being forced to go through…but again, I digress..and don’t think that I like her. Trust me, I don’t…but well, again, I’ll go into that another time.).

Well, Doug’s surgery started early, and so did the stupidity from Colostomy.  Stop acting shocked.

so, let’s just do this bullet style.

  • First, the freak didn’t even acknowledge my presence. No, Not shocked.
  • He sucked up to Mom. Y’all expected anything less?
  • He sat there shooting me daggers when the doc asked for ME on the phone and not him to report on how the surgery went.
  • A little knowledge is dangerous with this moron. Even when situations are different, it’s still “just like last time”
  • When he was told that it wasn’t like last time by 3 people (including me) the jerk still didn’t listen.
  • He alternated between sweet talking and bullying the desk staff
  • He forced poor Doug to talk to Vapid (who immediately turned on her crocodile tears) and Princess Pretendtocare in the evening after surgery.
  • At the same time, He tried to get Doug to let him buy a bike for Isaac, even though the two of us have told those morons repeately that the bike is the 5 year old gift. I told him politely (even according to mom!!) that no bike. He somehow thinks that my no is overruled by Doug’s no. He was mightly shocked when Doug told him that the answer was no.
  • His Ostomy reeks. I’ve never seen one that was this loud and reeks this bad. Even Doug says it.
  • He’s just an out and out jerk

But the good news in all of this is that Doug came through the surgery just fine. There was a lot of “clean up” work to do with some scar tissue, and they had to repair a hernia, but otherwise, things were fine.

So, get this-

the doc told me on the phone that they had a bit of trouble finding the other end of his intestine to reconnect. WELL, My overtired, sarcastic brain had this running through it, which I told the doctor when he came up and couldn’t find another family…after doing 3 back to back to back surgeries:

“What? You didn’t put enough flourescent tape or dye on it so you could find it right away?”


Yeah, that was the hit of his day. He died laughing, as did his scheduler. Who now works for the OR.

They claim he’ll be in anywhere from 3-5 days. Our line? Yeah, right. BUT, both the doc and Doug have their marching orders. He needs to be out by 4/19. Or else.

oh, and note to Jenn...We know so well that Orange Juice isn’t a clear liquid! I had to have a conversation with someone as to WHY it was not. My response? “Look. You can’t read a newspaper through it, can you? No? Well, there you have it! It’s not a clear liquid!!”

April 5, 2008 at 10:36 pm 1 comment

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