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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Old AOL Journal Uploaded

My old AOL journal is posted in "Secret Garden II"

http://kathssecretgardenii.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Looks Like Home!

Looks like AOL journals are closing their doors, so I will once again be journaling here. Hopefully I can move all my old posts over to here. We shall see!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

My Three Month Check Up

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    I just got back from my three month appointment, with some great news, and some terrible news.   He was well pleased at my bloodwork numbers, and doesn't want to change my meds at this time, like we discussed last November.  When he got to the HA1C results (Hemoglobin count - average over a three month period) he said (quite pointedly) "And this number is excellent!"  I p-shawed him with my hand, said I wasn't happy with it, and he laughed so hard.  He said "I knew you were going to say that, I just knew it!  That's why I said it the way I did!"  I said, "Yeah, I like it around five point oh" and he said "I know you do, but cut yourself a little slack. Your number is superb!"


    I asked him if I could go on this diet Hub is going to go on.  It's from The Alabama Heart Institute (though Doc, my employer Doc, that is... said he's seen the same diet but under other heart institution names) Anyway, I my PCP asked all kinds of questions about it, and said he wasn't familiar with this diet, and then he says "With any other diabetic, any other patient of mine, I would give an immediate 'NO!' for an answer.  However since you care ..... no, that's not fair, the others care, but since you are so ...." He's hemming and hawing for a word here, and I interject "Anal?? Does that word work?" He laughed and said, "Yeah, I suppose that one would work for you!"  Hahaha, he's such a cut up.  Anyway, he said I can go on the diet (it's three days on, four days off) but I have to check my sugars at least six times a day because a diet such as this one, designed to allow you to lose ten pounds each three days to prepare for heart surgery, can really mess with your ketones, insulin levels and sugars.  He said if I get at all trembly I need to get in to see him on an emergency basis.  I flipped my hand at him again, and he said "I know! I know you, you won't let that happen!"


    The terrible news?  He's retiring from the military in August.  Wah! Call the wahmbulance!  I'm going to have to get a new doctor!  I hate that so, because he really listens to me, knows I am intelligent about my diabetes and my body, and doesn't treat me like an ignorant patient.  Sigh.


    I'm dying laughing here!  Corky, my cockatiel is upstairs whistling a song from a Clint Eastwood movie.  It's one of the cowboy movies, and if I could even think of the name of the movie, you'd know which warble I am speaking of.  We've been whistling it for years to him, and I've only heard him whistle it back once.  I guess he was paying attention after all!  (He's just changed to saying "Corky is a stupid bird, mama's corky") - OK, the kids just came home from the DMV and said the movie is "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly." 


    Several people have asked when Dee's due date is, and it's May 6th.  I kept meaning to answer that, and always forgot once I sat down to write.  Yesterday she tried to get the ultra-sound tech to tell her the sex of the baby, but the baby was hiding it's genitals! Ha!  It really doesn't want us to know yet.  She's having another ultra-sound next week at her doctor's appointment, maybe we'll find out then. 


    Current project is a hooded poncho, a pattern from 1942.  I'm making it in lilac, however, Hub and I think it would be mighty cute in red, in a Little Red Riding Hood kinda of way, so that's another project for the future.  I sure hope the baby is a girl, though yesterday Brock told me Dee said if it was a boy she would still let him wear pink.  Hahaha!  I do have some blue yarn to make a little boy sweater, and I made the white one, which could go either way.  I'll be prepared either way!  I found two adorable vintage patterns for toddler dresses, but I'll wait to start them when I know if it's a girl or boy!


    I suppose I should get to cleaning.  My house is a mess, as always.


 


 

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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Whew! False Alarm!

ThankyaJesus! On the way to the hospital Brock called, and said the doctor read the wrong test results. Can you believe it?!? I was thinking she was a little too far along to just be finding out about an etopic pregnancy ... she's five months along now! Anyway, turns out it's just a urinary tract or kidney infection. (Brock didn't know which, and I was too over-joyed to ask Dee when we picked them up!)

Anyway. HOORAY!

Quote of the Day:

Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.

Author unknown

(The other day I had a fortune cookie which read: "About time I got out of that cookie!")

Surgery

I just talked to my son. (Men don't know ANYTHING!!!) Sounds like an etopic pregnancy. She's on her way to surgery. I hope he's gotten his info confused. We're on on way to the hospital.

2-1-06

    So on my way home from work my cell rang.  I can't talk and drive, not coordinated enough, so I listened to my voice mail when I got home.  Brock had called Blaine and asked him to drive he and Dee to the E.R. because her cramps had gotten worse.  Brock was just giving me the heads up.


    I returned his call, but no answer.  He just called back.  She had just gone in for an ultrasound.  I asked what the doctors had said, and Brock said they told her it was probably just her body adjusting to changes.  Hmmm.  That sounds familar.  What do I know, though?  I've only had three babies, and work in the medical field.


    More info as it becomes available.


    Hub made this doll in my likeness.  I think she could use a few more pounds if she really wanted to look like me.


 

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1-31-06 The Vintage Sweater

    It's finished!


 

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1-31-06

I had to cancel all our patients today because Doc’s wife had a medical emergency. I understand it couldn’t be helped. Canceling patients is the absolute worst part of my job. People don’t get mad at Doc, they are angry at ME. Bearer of bad news and all that jazz. Ugh. It makes me feel horrible. Some of today’s patients are the same people I had to cancel last week, so you can imagine all the cold shoulders I got. It’s even worse when you aren’t sure what you should tell the patients. Too little information, it sounds like a lie. Too much information and you’re crossing the boundary into the Doc’s personal life. Decisions, decisions. Sometimes choosing between the rock and the hard place sucks. Don’t kill the messenger. Please. I just don’t like people being upset with me. I never have, I never will.



So yesterday we had a patient who missed his appointments with both the Doc and the body therapist. He calls this morning and asks “Are we still on for today?” I tell him he was supposed to be here yesterday. He begins to argue with me, and then pulls out his calendar. Yep, he was wrong. However, now he begins the diatribe about how the Doc needs to fix his medication, he’s only getting 120 mg of something, but he’s been on 312 mg. Blah. Blah. BLAH. This man is on so many meds he could have his own pharmacy. I’m not lying. Anyway, so now he’s demanding he needs to speak to the doc, I tell him he’s had an emergency and I won’t be talking to him until tomorrow. He’s pretty insistent. I explain I’ll give Doc the message tomorrow. He takes 15 minutes to tell me how imperative it is that he gets his meds taken care of right away. In the back of my mind I am thinking, and wanting to blurt out “Perhaps if you had made your appointment you could have taken care of this yesterday.” I have a feeling Doc is only going to have me call him back and tell him he’s got to wait to talk about this at his appointment. It serves him right, of course, but … bearer of bad news and all that jazz. This one won’t make me feel too bad, though, because demanding people get under my skin in a bad way.



Only four days until the eldest baby bird leaves the coop. I can’t believe Blaine will be so far away from home. I know it’s time for him. But did he have to move so damn far away? I told him the other night “Just don’t go and get married without telling us first.” I’m trying to just bury the whole ordeal, because if I don’t I’ll be unable to function. The day he leaves I’ll cry, I’ll get it all out, and then I’ll move on.



Duke emailed me last night, and they are going to induce her D-I-L on Monday, so she’ll be a first time Grandma sometime next week. She’s tooooo happy. I’ve got to get the buttons sewn on the sweater tonight so I can send it off tomorrow.



Dee has a doctor’s appointment next week. Yay! It’s about time. I guess they found someplace that sees low income families. It’s only 25 bucks the first visit and then ten dollars a visit thereafter. She’s somewhere around 27 weeks now, so I am more than thrilled that she’s found somewhere she can go. Last night Brock called because Dee has been having cramps for a few days. I asked all the appropriate questions, and told her it’s probably just her body learning to accommodate the extra weight of the baby, but that she really needs to keep her appointment. I am NOT a doctor! I can’t diagnose these things. I did tell her to get to an ER if she experiences any spotting, though.

Did I ever mention one of their cats got out, was gone for about a week? Well, it must have been about six weeks ago because now they have kittens. Yeah. The four cats they already had just wasn’t enough.



No, she’s STILL not working. Big surprise, huh?



The vintage sweater pattern I’m using is making a most beautiful sweater. It’s much more labor intensive than the others I’ve made, but I like it the best. I’m almost finished, just have 1.5 sleeves to complete.



Quote of the Day:

We are all prompted by the same motives, all deceived by the same fallacies, all animated by hope, obstructed by danger, entangled by desire, and seduced by pleasure.
Rambler #60 (October 13, 1750) Samuel Johnson

1-28-06

    Wow!  I went for my first helicopter ride today.  It was truly amazing.  But the best part?  Hub flew the copter for ten minutes all by himself!  I wasn't even scared! Ha! 


    We had to go for his interview for acceptance into the helicopter pilot school.  Both of us were required to attend.  I guess in the past guys have signed up, then a week later called and said their wives didn't want them to participate.  I'm all for it, because it's something Hub has always dreamed of doing.  I'm all for making dreams come true when I can!  I had my camera but I did not snap any pics.  Should have, but I was too intimidated to talk on the mic and ask!  Silly me.


    Doc was sick all week, so work was uneventful.  It was just me and the body therapist.  I will be happy when he comes back Monday and I have some work to do.


    I've been keeping busy making baby sweaters and hats.  This set is for Duke, whose granddaughter is due to arrive any day now.  I just need some buttons for the sweater and I can mail it.  I made the hat on the right, which looked too small for the sweater, so I tried a different pattern and made another hat to send along, too. 

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    I found some "vintage" crochet patterns online, and printed out five or six layette set patterns, and a little romper that is just too cute.  The patterns are all from the forties and fifties.  I've started on one of the sweaters already.


    More soon.  Kelly tagged me earlier today, I have to play her journal game, so that ensures at least one more entry!

Quote of the Day: 


Behind every argument is someone's ignorance.
       - Louis D. Brandeis


 

That Long Ago? 1-21-06

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Twenty three years ago today I met Hub. He had gorgeous brown eyes, a beautiful smile, and killer arms. He kissed me at the stroke of midnight to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.


Twenty two years ago today I married a Unites States Air Force Airman.


And they said it wouldn't last.


Happy Anniversary, Hub. I Love You.


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1-20-06

    It's finished.  My very first baby sweater.  Not too bad for a first shot, I'd say. 


 

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January 19, 2006

    Just a quick update on the baby sweater.  It's just too cute!  I still have about six more rows on the bottom to crochet, sleeves and the edging .  Look ...


 

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Monday, January 16, 2006

Cough, Cough

    Nothing much to report, still, and I am sure I would have reported on "nothing" before now, but I have been pretty sick since Friday.


    I went in to work feeling just fine on Friday morning, other than a runny nose (better go catch it) that had been getting worse each day.  By about nine thirty I was coughing, and my chest was burning, and I just felt like I needed to sleep for a week.  I skedaddled on out of the office after our last patient right after lunch and came home and collapsed on the couch.  I pretty much stayed supine the entire day Saturday, either in bed or watching mindless movies on LifetimeTV.  Sunday I was feeling a bit better (Coughing? Ask your doc to prescribe Tussalon Pearls.  Those babies are little miracle workers, I promise.  I had these left over from my bout with pneumonia, along with some DuraTuss, which I took as well.) but I was still hacking and choking when the pearls wore off.  By the end of the day, though, I was feeling a bit better.


    Today I got up bright and early, knowing I had to go get gas for the week to get me back and forth from work, and I had to deposit my paychecks and run another errand.  I felt really good after my initial cough for 20 minutes to get out everything that accumulated over night.  But after I was up for an hour or so I began feeling really nauseated and tired again.  I did run my errands, but spent the rest of the day doing nothing much of anything.  Started on the second sock I am crocheting (They were supposed to be for the baby, but they came out way too large.  Maybe I'll save them for it's first birthday!)


    I think next I'm going to try to knit a pair of socks, haven't tried that yet.


    Anyway, today Doc called to check on me and see if I was going to go to work tomorrow, and ask if he was supposed to bring lunch, or me.  He's going to refill my pearls and the duratuss for me, since I am taking the last dose I have in the morning.  Hopefully I'll be doing OK.  I really really hate calling off sick from work (The only time I have over the past three years is when I had pnuemonia, I called in sick two days, then felt too guilty to stay home and returned to work.)


    So Hub is seriously considering going to this helicopter pilot school.  He's always wanted to fly copters, so it's fine by me if he wants to do this.  He can go at night, so he can still work, and it will take about a year.  The best part is that the airport where he would take the classes is just a few miles away.  It's a small local airport.


    Thought of the Day:


    Billy Graham has described heaven as a family reunion that never ends. What must hell possibly be like? Home videos of the same reunion?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Nothing Much

This is what I've been up to the past two evenings ...


 


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Since I have absolutely nothing to report (other than Hub being out tonight at an airfield looking into going to helicopter pilot school) I'll leave with this funny:


If you are not feeling old read this it might change your mind.

OK, some of us are getting old!!!

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30 Years Difference:

1975: Long hair
2005: Longing for hair



1975: KEG
2005: EKG



1975: Acid rock
2005: Acid reflux



1975: Moving to California because it's cool
2005: Moving to California because it's warm



1975: Trying to look like Liz Taylor
2005: Trying NOT to look like Liz Taylor



1975: Seeds and stems
2005: Roughage



1975: Hoping for a BMW
2005: Hoping for a BM



1975: The Grateful Dead
2005: Dr. Kevorkian



1975: Going to a new, hip joint
2005: Receiving a new hip joint



1975: Rolling Stones
2005: Kidney Stones



1975: Passing the drivers' test
2005: Passing the vision test



Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.



The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1985. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.



Their lifetime has always included AIDS.



Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.



The CD was introduced the year they were born.



They have always had an answering machine.



They have always had cable TV.



They cannot fathom not having a remote control.



Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.



Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.



They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.



They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.



They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.



They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane Boss, de plane".



They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.



McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.



They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.



Do you feel old yet? (Sorry) Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list. Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have trouble reading.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Lab Results and Such

Image hosted by Photobucket.com I got back some of the bloodwork test yesterday, showing sparkling results except for my triglycerides, which were high, as usual. Overall cholesterol and the ratio were stellar, it's just those darn tri's, and that's caused by high carb intake, which, as a diabetic, I don't eat many carbs. Go figure. There was nothing to indicate the cause of my exhaustion, though. I still have not received back the hormone tests, one of the thyroid tests and the HA1C (the three month average of my blood sugar levels.) I'm not worried about that one too much, my sugars have been pretty well controlled.


Thursday Brock got paid his first "real" paycheck from his new job. The first paycheck was just a training pay (Read: Not Very Much) and he was able to pay his rent all by himself! We did have to take them grocery shopping last night (and pay for it, of course) as his paycheck only covered the rent and his bus ticket for the next two weeks. All they had left to eat was a half jar of pickles.  Sigh.  Maybe if they got rid of the damn animals they could afford people food.


    I got a raise at work.  Yay me!  Doc said I deserved it.  I think he was kidding.  You know what I love about my boss?  He thanks me nearly every day for coming to work and doing my job. 


    It's the dreaded grocery shopping day.  Oh, joy.  Hub has just gotten up from his slumber, so I better go get ready.


Thought of the Day:


 Life is sexually transmitted.



 

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