Saturday, March 29, 2008
It has been YEARS since I had an eye exam. Many years. I am a wimp. Plus I have good vision and in my book, if it ain't broke don't fix it. But there was evidence that something might be broken. I went. Lectures are not necessary.
It was everything I hate about going to the doctor. The people who put horrible, nasty, burning, blinding drops in my eyes and then poked weird contraptions into them while telling me to fight the urge to blink (okay, but tell me what to do with this overwhelming urge to punch you in the head!!!) were nice enough. They even seemed cheerful as they led me back to the torture chamber, er, I mean examination room. Maybe too cheerful. hmmmmm.
The good news is my eye is okay. I most likely scratched the cornea and it's just very sensitive, especially in the morning when my eyes are dry. A few drops when needed and I'm good to go. Also, I have 20-20 vision and barring another cone to the eye, shouldn't need to endure the horror for another four years.
The bad news was I looked like this when we left the office. Seriously, all pupil -no iris. When they put the dilating drops in they told me that objects within two feet may become a little fuzzy. Two feet? Right. Try two miles. I had to ask Mamoune whether I was actually signing my name on the credit card slip or not. I could've been signing the desk for all I knew.
I asked the nurse if the entire room being a blur or the slight headache that was developing were normal. She informed me that "sometimes people with light colored eyes can be especially sensitive." Good to know...after the fact. I expressed my concern over driving home and she responded with a less than sympathetic "yah." Excuse me, but I can't tell how many knobs are on that door across the room and I'm about to take my and my daughter's life into my own hands while driving home some twenty minutes away. Do you have any thoughts about that? "yah."
Mamoune's eyes were dilated as well so, it was literally the blind leading the blind. In retrospect, I should've called Tim. Driving was dumb. But we prayed for light traffic and God was incredibly faithful. We got all the way down Capital Blvd and I only hit the brakes twice (traffic lights included). Those who live in this area know that is a miracle! And we finally made it home donning our super cool cardboard sunglasses. I wore them proudly. I had no choice -every ray of sunshine brought me to tears. Hours later, like eight hours later, my iris' reappeared and my pupils shrank to their natural size.
Now I know why vampires don't have day jobs.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
You all did great but as you know there can only be one winner. Actually there could be more than that but we are too cheap to offer more than one prize. And so, without further ado, congratulations to:
For her sage advice to "Let sleeping dogs make their own bed and lie in it." It was cute, both parts were true idioms, and it had great flow.
Had their been a second place prize it would have most likely gone to John Mills who also masterfully intertwined two idioms into one clear flowing thought. Sorry, John -no gift card. Just our admiration.
You guys are great. And you're all winners in our book.
In closing: Don't bite off more than an apple a day doesn't fall far from barking up the wrong tree. I think you know what I mean by that.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Happy YesterBirthday Borba!
Happy Today Birthday to Grandad and Britt!
And an early Happy Birthday to Mamabel!
(Note on Mamabel: that wonderfully stubborn woman will be 89 on Wednesday. I spoke to her on the phone today and she is doing remarkably well. She decided that she would never get her strength back if she doesn't get out of the bed once in a while so she was sitting in the room with my mom waiting to fold some laundry. How crazy is that? She even talked about how she wants to play with the kids when we come home to visit this summer. Quite a jump from when Amie gets here I'm checkin' out, huh? The hospice nurse has said that if she continues doing this well, they will reevaluate her and may have to take her hospital bed away. Aw, bummer. ;-) )
Okay back to our Words Get in the Way title--
Some people count sheep to get to sleep. My brain creates silly word games which actually don't help me sleep at all since once it starts I have a hard time turning it off.
You are familiar with idioms, yes? Well, I have a tendency to inadvertently confuse my idioms and sometimes combine idioms that are similar into longer idioms which may or may not make sense. And it was one of my late night-brain cell wasting-idiom confused moments which prompted this post which prompted this...
doot, doo, doot
That's right. It's our first ever, true to life, real prize awarded blog contest.
Here's the challenge: Come up with the most creative, funny, or interesting mixed idiom and submit it in the comments section of this post. (A tutorial/reminder of how to do that is below.) Here are a few of my own examples to get your juices going. And don't go whining that I stole all the best ones. There are plenty out there.
Don't count your chickens before you put all your eggs in one basket.
When hell freezes over my dead body.
People in glass houses shouldn't throw in the towel.
That's the pot calling the kettle the black sheep of the family.
Now that you've got the idea; you will be playing for a
$10 Barnes and Noble gift certificate
Myself and a distinguished panel of non-biased judges (okay, it's just Tim) will choose and post the winner on Wednesday. You have two days to get your idioms posted!
Go ahead --give it a shot in the dark! :o)
To post a comment, click on the comments link at the base of this post. Type your comment in the space provided. IF you have a google account, simply sign in where indicated and press "publish comment." IF you do NOT have a google account, you MUST sign in as something. Choose anonymous and then press "publish comment" but be sure to include your name in your text or I won't know who you are. Also, NOTE that comments are moderated and won't appear immediately. If you have any trouble you can email your idioms to me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Having a car alarm that sounds because someone actually touched your car perhaps with the intention of thievery -okay. Having a car alarm that sounds every time the wind blows harder than 2 miles per hour ---WHY?!!!! And how is it that it takes a full cycle of beep-beep-beep-beep-whir-whir-whir-whir-deedeet-deedeet-deedeet-deedeet-wheehoo-wheehoo-wheehoo-wheehoo-beep-beep-beep-beep... for a person to press one stinkin' button on their key ring. It's like the ONLY person on the planet capable of sleeping through that racket is the owner of the car. Craziness.
Our car stereo is not worth being hated by our neighbors. Maybe yours is. shrug.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Stupid flu. He doesn't even bother to rhyme. He does however, hold true to his word. Fortunately, we only have a BB gun so I'm still here. And no, I didn't "shoot (my) eye out."
Tim is taking Nathan to the doctor today for what we think is an ear infection. He's complained with some pain but mostly the boy is suddenly deaf. I don't know when his last bath was and I have some fear that it will turn out he just needs the wax cleaned out of his ears. "Well, Mr. Sexton, it appears that Nathan cannot hear you because he is currently hosting a small honeybee colony in his ear."
I have switched myself to a treatment dose of tamiflu -so much for prevention. And what's worse this flu monster is completely unfair. I alone have had the great privilege of visiting the yuck bucket. What's up with that? While Tim's at the doctor, I will be laying on the couch fighting off waves of nausea and glaring harshly toward any loud noises coming from the other children. If the mean faces don't work, I will pull out the big guns...Shrek trilogy, anyone?.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Mamoune's temperature this morning -101.8
There are two lumps in the house so far. One is the larger lump in our bed who used to be known as our kids father. He is now only recognizable by his occasional grunts and cries for drugs. He went down Thursday afternoon and aside from a couple of bed to couch to bed transitions, he has remained down. We got his first dose of Tamiflu today and we are hoping we squeezed into that 48 hour window.
I went in to check on him a few minutes ago and he was laying in bed in his "drawahs" because he keeps fluctuating between hot and cold. There pressed into his thigh was a shiny quarter. Apparently, it fell out of his pocket when he undressed and got back into bed. (sorry for the imagery, it will pass soon enough) I was like, "Dude, if you are paying me for taking care of you --you owe me a lot more than that!" He was not amused. shrug.
The lesser lump is Mamoune. Remember, that she is the one who rarely gets sick. When she laid on the couch last night, refused her dinner, and then went to bed at 7pm without any argument, I knew she was done for. She, too, is on tamiflu and round the clock Ibuprofen. She's been sitting up for almost an hour -this is progress!
I am coughing and have a mild headache. The doctor went ahead and put me on a preventative dose since my symptoms are/were mild. Hopefully, that will be enough to keep me going until this works its way through the family.
I think it's time to go and turn Tim -maybe I'll find a twenty on the other side. =)
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I spent most of Saturday night with Mamabel. Sitting beside her, holding her hand. I got in the bed with her for a few hours but was afraid she may roll over in the night and I'd find myself tangled up in her oxygen tube. Tim and I sang to her. "Swing Low Sweet Chariot." This will be the title post when she passes, btw, so you'll know if you see it. I don't know if that's a favorite of hers but I'm sure that every child who ever crossed her path heard it. It was her default lullaby. Only thing was, she never said chariot. She always sang "cheerio." It's slightly harder to imagine her being swept up by a glorious, uh, cheerio but hey, if God lets her go out that way, so be it.
I can't tell you the number of times I watched her breathe and thought "was that the last one? Nope. Was that the last one? Nope. Was that the..." You can imagine how old this had gotten by Tuesday.
We had several great conversations with her. She's ready to see Jesus, my Pawpaw, Patricia Jane (the daughter she lost as a baby) and lots of other loved ones. We've been joking all week about getting her to give us an estimated time of departure so that we can all plan accordingly. Truthfully, I think she's just as surprised to still be here as the rest of us.
Leaving on Wednesday was very hard. It is horrible to say good-bye knowing that it could be the last time we see her here. Those last squeezes are priceless. I just hope that if she insists on waiting for somebody next time -she'll pick my sister instead of me.
I did think of you all while we traveled home. So, here are a couple of photos and commentary that I thought you'd enjoy.
My thoughts on the way to Atlanta were "Come on, Cracker Barrel, seriously! Carrots?! Is that really supposed to draw me off the interstate at the next exit? Of all the things they make and serve at Cracker Barrel...carrots? BUT then on the way home, after a week of eating absolute junk (thanks Granddad) those carrots were looking pretty tasty. You know your body is starved of nutritional value when this billboard speaks to you.
Okay, it looks like a simple white line but try capturing that image almost perfectly centered while doing 75 down the interstate. The girl's got talent -boredom and talent.
Just for you, Lisa Slater. Just for you.
Just to tell you how crazy the weekend/week was --here's the way things went. My sister drove in from Louisiana on Friday to assess the situation and hopefully give me some clarity about when/if we should head that way. By Saturday morning, the news wasn't good but we decided that we would wait for "the call" to come over the next few days because we didn't want the kids to see her swollen and struggling to breathe. Then by Saturday afternoon, it seemed that we were looking at hours. We assumed we would never make it in time to see her but that it would be best to head down there on Sunday morning and be with the family.
THEN...then, then, then...I get a call from my Mom saying "Mamabel is waiting for you." Come again? What do you mean she's waiting for me? Apparently, as she slipped in and out of consciousness, she asked if I was there. They told her we were coming soon and she asked, "Can I go home when she gets here?" ugh. My grandmother is a lot of things. Two came to mind: precious followed IMMEDIATELY by bull-headed!
I wanted them to tell her that I was on my way and that I was gonna kick her right in her tail when I got there for putting me in such a predicament. The way I saw it, if I didn't get there asap, it would be my fault that she was laying there in agony. And once I did get there, it would be my fault if she went ahead and died. Either way, we were prepared to be disinherited. :-)
Ten hours later, the time it took to pack six people and drive, we arrived "home." Tim took the first load in and then came back and whispered "they're all standing at the door." I was glad for the warning as I walked in to one of the most surreal moments of my life. Tim was right. My Dad, sister, brother, sister-in-law, uncle, aunt, cousin, aunt on my mother's side, and my mom were all there. I crossed back and forth hugging family before going into the room to see Mamabel. To say it was a heavy moment doesn't even touch it!
Continued in the next post...
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
She has been coherent most of our visit though she sleeps alot. It's great to have this time with her! Continue to pray for our family as we are all juggling schedules and trying to "plan" around something none of us can control. Pray for wisdom and discernment. I'll keep you updated as much as possible.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Isabella's adoption is finalized! I'll be taking copies of this document to my good friend Dr. Theraflu. PER ADOPTIVE MOM -no more! Which leads me to interject a solemn note: Judi is no longer with us. A moment of silence please.
Okay, we're over it!
Bella on the other hand is with us to stay! Woot, woot.
Nathan and Isaiah said, "Wow, Bella. You're really our sister now!" and Mamoune said, "Dad, look we got a gold star!"
That's right people. We are a gold star family. Not silver, not bronze ---gold, baby! oh yeah. ;-)
Sunday, March 2, 2008
But I do sometimes forget that not everyone has the same appreciation for these homes built from the finest toothpick construction you've ever seen. While at a birthday party today I was introducing myself to a few ladies and one of them (who recognized me from the local park) asked where I live. I'll be the first to admit that my answer isn't usually what people are expecting. Do you know where the projects are? Instantly two of the three's eyes widened with a look of "Do we have those in our town? Oh my gosh." It only got worse as I continued with: "We're about one block in. In a double wide." Dead Silence. Followed slowly by obligatory head nodding.
Clearly, neither of these girls would have been caught dead in a trailer. Not even if a tornado picked it up and landed it smack on her head, which is quite possible. I politely excused myself from the sudden and uncomfortable lack of conversation. Go figure. Fortunately, several families from our old (and foundation secured) 'hood were there and offered a way of escape.
So, if this is new info for any of you and it shatters your image of me (whatever is left after that last post) ...I'm sorry. We love our trailer. No, that's not it. We love our home! And trust God not to let it get carried off by strong winds. :0)