Things are going a little better

Well it's been a crazy bit of a week, but things are finally starting to go on the uptake.

Had my tests done last Friday, and it was not fun.   They took video of the barium mixture going down, and it tasted absolutely horrible, and made me want to vomit, but I couldn't because of the test.  Then they had to watch it go down which took 4 hours. It was horrible. I had to do an MRI as well, but that wasn't so bad as soon as I knew what was going to happen.  Waiting the four hours while the stuff moved through my system, sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs, it totally killed my poor back.

I told my boss that I would be done around noon probably, and that I would be in work.  She kept saying, no you won't.  Well she was right. I called her right after and said, yeah I'm not coming in.  She just laughed and said, I figured.

Got back home rested, and then Dan grabbed the kiddos, and we headed down to my parents house.  I need some TLC from my family, and Daddy was marching in the St. Clair Shores Memorial Day parade. It's been a goal of his to march again, ever since he got too big to fit into his uniform.  Daddy is not down to 286 lbs. from his largest weight of 440.  For example:

This is Daddy 1 year ago at my brother's commissioning and graduation

and this is daddy, nearly 160lbs later.  What a difference right?!

He marched and we were all so proud of him.

We were all so incredibly proud of him and mom and I were balling like mad.  But he did it!!  He was pretty tired and sore at the end of it, but he was happy.  The boys ran up and gave him a hug when he passed by, he was really touched. Daddy was a little uncomfortable with the boys when Dan and I first got together, but he's really come around.  He really loves them, and does lots of things for them. He basically begged to be in the color guard because "The grandkids are coming"  It's hard to explain, but if you know my dad, and the fact that he goes out and buys box chocolate milk just for Ben you know he loves them.

Anyways we head home Monday morning, and Gidget comes and picks up the boys, and they head to another BBQ with Casey's family.  Dan and I decide it's time for some nice quiet alone time. Then my phone rings.  My poor little brother was freaking out, full blown panic attack, I've never really seen him this freaked out before.  Slight backstory, he caught his girlfriend in a lie, and this was another one of some doozie's she's been doing, and my brother got sick of it. So he broke up with her.  She comes back with I'm Pregnant.  Yeah not cool little chicky.  After I talked to Matt, we were able to find the picture she sent him as "proof" on Google, and realized she was lieing yet again. So this chica is out of the picture now.  I specifically remember telling this girl.  If you want to screw up your relationship with my brother.  Lie to him.  He hates lying.  Look girlies, if your relationship is about to end, doing desperate attempts to save it, will only cause heart ache for you.

Went back to work Tuesday. Dr. McNeir's office called the house with the test results.  I have a hiatal hernia, and a fibroid mass on my uterus.  Don't know what we're going to do about them yet, but I'll find that out next week, which I will then let you all know.  I 'm just glad it's not anything super serious, and easily treatable.  I may still lose my girlie bits, but to be honest, I've wanted them to take that darn thing out for ages because of how much I HATE my periods.

Well that's about it for me.  Have a great day y'all.