Fourth of July

Ahh the fourth of July Weekend is done and complete.  I had a good time, spent some good quality time with the boys and Dan.  We had fun with some friends Sunday night and then went to the Midland fireworks on Monday.

Now I don’t know if it was because we picked kinda a bad spot, we were behind some trees but the Midland ones were not that impressive, at least not compared to the Frankenmuth ones.  It could’ve been we were not in the best place to see the fireworks, because there was a line of trees and we could not see the lower ones. 

Perhaps next year when we go, we’ll go and sit closer in front of the trees.

I tell ya, you really get to see people when you go to the fireworks.

In Frankenmuth there were a ton of really nice people and the kids all got together and played together and the parents could just chill out and watch their kids have fun.

In Midland, everyone stayed closed together.  When the boys tried to play with some other kids, they were ignored.  There was one kid that played with the boys, who seemed nice, but his dad literally spent the whole time looking at his phone, and not interacting with his son or anybody. To me that’s pretty sad.

Let’s see, what did we do this weekend?  Friday I came home from work and we decided to have a bonfire, so we lit some of the brush piles that we have in the back, and the boys enjoyed that.  We also set up all the tiki torches that I have.  Well not all.  There are still the 4 from previous years that need to be cleaned and set back up.  It really helps keep the bugs away, let me tell you.

Saturday was a day of gardening and playing outside, playing with the hose, and just being goofy.  The kids shaved their dad’s head.  There’s a video of it on YouTube.  They boys loved it.  They also made their own “web show”  like iCarly, which lasted one whole minute, but they had fun.

Sunday we relaxed and cleaned the boys books and toys, and then went to the Frankenmuth fireworks with some good friends of ours.

Monday was more playing in the water and fireworks, pretty much your typical 4^th weekend.

So this morning was back to the old grind, and after I got dressed I turned on the Today show.  Love that show by the way, been watching it since I was a kid.  Anyways they were interviewing a woman whose ex-husband’s wife posted a sex ad on craigslist posting as her.

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/43638421#43638421

I mean really, why would someone do that?  That is deliberately putting those small children and that woman in danger.  I mean, I would be livid if that happened to me.  You do not know what kind of people answer those ads. Was there not a man who murdered prostitutes that were advertising on Craigslist?  This could of happened to this woman and her 3 small children.  The ex-husband’s wife claims it was all done as a prank, but that is one serious prank, and I say it was probably done maliciously.

 Once again I am so thankful, for the relationship I have with Dan’s ex-wife. 

I just don’t understand how people can be so mean and rude and vindictive to each other.  Look whatever happened, happened, and you either deal with it and move on, or you let it fester and control your whole life where you make dumb stupid mistakes.

Anyways, time to get off of my soapbox.

I have my surgery on Friday, and I go in and see doctor tomorrow about what happened last Monday.  Oh! I don’t think I told y’all what happened.

So last Monday, I’m at work.  Typical work day, nothing too excited except we have a new part time person who started.  I went to the bathroom, and afterwards came out, the new girl’s badge was not working properly and so I showed her how she can get in another way through the break room, and thankfully her badge worked in that door.  So I walk back to my desk and suddenly I get a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, right where my uterus is.  I think, maybe I didn’t get rid of everything that was in my colon, so I stumble back to the bathroom, it hurt so bad I could barely walk, and try to go to the bathroom again.  Nothing.  I stumble my way back out, and I see one of the other department supervisors, and tell her, I think I need to go to the hospital.  She gets my boss, and my boss’s boss, and come check me out and we all decide, yeap, need to go to the hospital.  So I stumble off to my boss’s car and she rushes me to St. Mary’s Hospital that is just around the corner from us.  She drops me off at the door and goes to park.  I walk in, and they tell me “You have to sign in”  Say wha?! So I sign in and go take a seat, fortunately there is no one else there, and the triage nurse calls me in, who proceeds to ask me a TON of questions, all the while I am crying in pain.  I tell her, “Give me something to take away the pain, and I’ll answer all your stupid questions”  To which she tell me, no you have to answer these. 

I finally get into a room, and then have to wait for the doctor who asks me if I want an ultrasound or not.  Listen dude, I nucking can not think straight right now, give me something to take away the pain, and then we’ll talk.   After I tell him about the fibroid he decides ok, I’ll get the MRI (which was done 3 weeks previous to this incident)  and we’ll do a pelvic exam then pain medicine.  I tell him no, I want it right now.  Forutnately he listens and 20 mins after he leaves I get a shot of Morphine.   Whoa, that’s some stuff, but it took away the pain, and that’s all I cared about.

Finally 6 hours later after blood tests and crap, he comes back and says, “yeah it’s the fibroid that you know about, here’s some prescriptions to deal with the pain.”  No explanation as to why it suddenly started hurting or anything, but at that point, I just wanted to go home.

I call my OBGYN’s office the next day, tell them what happened, and they said, take the T3’s but not the Motrin because of your laparoscopic surgery next week.  Ok, no big deal.  Then I get to thinking, I’m in pain, can barely move and hardly sit and it hurts to go to the bathroom… is my doctor going to do anything about that? So I call them back, the problem is my doctor is away at a conference all week.  So I talk to the office manager who relays the messages.  She says I’m scheduled for a diagnostic laparoscopic surgery with possible removal of endometriosis, and nothing about doing anything with my uterus.

Ok, well I need to talk to the doctor because things have changed.   So I go see her tomorrow, and tell her what happened, and see what the plan is.  I’ll probably still have surgery on Friday, but maybe schedule another to take my fricken uterus out.  I don’t use it, I hate the darn thing, and it’s pretty obvious I’m not going to have children of my own. 

I’ve come to terms with it, I don’t like it a whole lot, but I married a man that had a vasectomy and reversing that isn’t covered by insurance, and it’s hella expensive.  I got two beautiful little step-babies that I love with all my heart and they make me extremely happy.  Especially when they cuddle with me, like they did at both fireworks.  That is something that I will remember for a long time.