Category: Health


Balanced…possibly

It’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve even let the blog posts in my Google Reader stack up, so if you’re my friend and I’ve missed any crucial news that you included on your blog, then I’ll be reading it soon – I promise!!

Let’s talk hormones. Early November I decided to come off the birth control pills since I spent most of October in absolute agony with seriously debilitating headaches accompanied with nausea. No fun. Once I was off the pills, the hot flashes came back with a vengeance. (For those who are new to my blog, here’s the backstory of my menopausal journey).

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The Vomit Chronicles

From a very young age, I can remember never taking issue with having to vomit. Whether it was spewing on the side of the road while walking home on a hot summer day with a frozen lemonade in a cup or having that sixth sense that my brother was gonna hurl in about 5 seconds while on vacation in someone else’s very borrowed, very new car, I just don’t mind it at all.

It wasn’t until about 5 years ago that I heard a member of my family mention that they never upchuck in the toilet. Huh? This person said they puke in a bathtub or a sink. That made no sense to me then and as of tonight, I am still stuck to my ways. I’m a toilet girl, through and through!

Throwing up nearly always made me feel better, so why would I try to control all that’s going on in my gut and not let it be free? Not let it out?

Once I hit my college-age years, vomiting became a subject of interest. No, I wasn’t a big partier and the one time I intentionally got blasted drunk I didn’t even throw up the next day. Felt sicker than a dog all day and swore I would never do that again, but I did not puke. An episode of Seinfeld was about just that: vomit. Apparently Jerry had never thrown up in his entire life and he wasn’t about to start as an adult. Elaine, of course, thought that was the stupidest thing she had ever heard, which is pretty much what I would have said to him as well! I think the episode ended with Jerry finding a hair in something and that triggered his first visit to the toilet on his knees. I distinctly remember watching that episode and thinking, “There’s people out there who don’t throw up??”

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Battling the “crummies”

Call it what you want: the crud, the yuck, a jumpy tummy, a pounding headache.

Whatever I had last week has found me again and I spent most of the day with an ice bag on my temple, praying the boys wouldn’t destroy the house worse than it already was while I waited for whatever it is that continues to wreak a small amount of havoc in my well-laid plans for each day to finally LEAVE ME ALONE!

4:45pm rolled around and I had to call Hubs and tell him that, yes, I did recently shove the fridge full of wonderfully healthy and delicious food but that can he please pick up a few corndogs for the boys and whatever he’d like for himself because, once again, the chicken did not get cooked earlier that day that was intended for the chicken pot pie on tonight’s pre-planned menu.

And once again, I was thankful not just that I was married, but that my partner in life is “all in”, all the time, even when he is slammed at work, even though we were both up with a child at 3:30 this morning, even though he rolled out of bed at 5am because he knew he wasn’t going back to sleep, even though he’s had to care for the boys in the evening several nights in a row now for various reasons.

Not a hint of selfishness in his voice as I told him of my predicament. Once he was home, with corndogs in tow, I was relieved of my “motherly” duties that I could barely hold together and headed straight for a long, hot shower to soothe my jumpy tummy and achy head.

I do plan to get well. I do plan to carry on.

And I do it all the more because I have a small gaggle of people who depend on me, who need me, who love me at my worst times and who love to give hugs and kisses when it’s my sick time.

 

Image via Isabella & Max rooms

Days like these

MP900427604It’s days like these that I don’t have to wonder why some mom’s choose to work outside the home.

It’s days like these that make me doubt the saying “It all goes by in the blink of an eye!”

It’s days like these that I fall far short of my own definition of what a “good mother” is.

 

Stop.

 

Breathe.

 

Get thankful.

 

It’s days like these that I can’t help but be thankful for my supportive, hands-on husband.

It’s days like these that my secret stash of chocolate gets me through to the next hour.

It’s days like these that I’m thankful we live in a sunny climate.

It’s days like these that I MUST remember the bigger picture of my family’s life and trust that there is a purpose in the chaos during the day.

 

The day isn’t over. There’s more opportunity for hugs rather than shouts, for kisses rather than tears, for laughter rather than anger.

 

Breathe.

 

photo courtesy of MSOffice Photo Gallery

Ridd Quicks vol. 13

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There’s lots to catch up on, so let’s get started!

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I am so thankful to report that L did not have any puking episodes as result of his estrogen boost yesterday! However, there was a full morning of hiccups along with many diaper changes throughout the day. I’ll take that over puke!

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The past month has been filled with various travel and lots of visits to the water park with friends when we’re in town. It’s also been a month of frustration and waiting as we are still in the process of getting a second opinion for D regarding his sensory integration issues. When we first started down this road, I was fully believing D would have been able to start therapy in early June and have 3 solid months of therapy under his belt before school starts in September. While we were very thankful for the insight that Dr. J. offered us in May, it was highly recommended that we get at least a second opinion before putting any out-of-pocket expenses into therapy. All good

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