Nana's Sleeping

We've had a few weeks of worry, but Thursday the doctors put our minds at ease. It turns out that Savanah has had a chronic sinus infection which has led to bloody noses and lethargy. These symptoms led us to believe she relapsed. Even her platelet count had dropped. It was pretty nerve wracking. She's had a pretty hard winter, sick most of the time, but she's doing well.

My Babies!

A couple of nights ago I woke up around 1:30 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. Two things were keeping me awake. One, I could not stop thinking that Martin was going to landslide down into the deep end of our pool while inside the tractor he is using to fill it with dirt; and two, I couldn't remember the name of the University in London. I know! I'm a total weirdo! However, I eventually recalled the name of the University around 2:45 a.m. and was able to put that particular thought out of my mind. Kooky. But, the landslide visions continued to haunt me. When Martin got up I questioned him about the possibility of sliding into the deep end of the pool. He tried to assure me that it was an impossibility, however, physics seemed to play a bigger part in my brain than Martin's assurance. I simply could not let it go, but had to live with the fact that Martin was going to fill the pool with loose Earth in his own way. And you know what? He successfully filled the pool, in his way, without incident. What can I say? I'm a worry wort.

And, in case you are as slow as I am, the University is Oxford.

I asked Erica to come over this morning and collect her Valentine presents. Scroll down to view her's and Savanah's pictures.

Ceramic Heart Gee Gaw

Sweets for my first born sweet!

A Brighton necklace to match Savanah's. The necklace has charmes that say "sister", "Love", and a peace symbol. It's very cool.

Erica's new shirt!

This is Savanah opening her Valentine's presents very early this morning. It was still dark out. In this photo she's reading the card I got for her which says "Before I held you in my arms, I held you in my heart." When I was picking the card in the store, I literally started crying in the card aisle. Never has a card made me cry. In this photo, Savanah is also about to cry after reading the card. Following this picture are several other pictures I snapped while Savanah opened her presents.

A ceramic heart gee gaw

A new Brighton necklace

A little candy

A pink shirt! Soon Erica will be here to open her presents. I love my babies!

Progress rather than perfection.

Filling the pool in with dirt.

Four truck loads of dirt only filled half the pool.

Good morning Jelly Bean

I had a doctor's appointment today. I had to be sure not to miss it because of the whole 24 cancellation policy. If you miss your appointment you owe the doctor a cancellation fee. My appointment was at 2:30. I was finally seen at 3:50. So, why does a doctor get to charge you for missing an appointment, but he/she doesn't owe the patient anything if they are left sitting in the waiting room for an hour and 20 minutes past the appointment time?

Don't get me wrong. I know there are emergencies and chatty patients that can cause appointments to go long. But if I have to give consideration to the doctor because of emergencies and chatty patients, then he should give consideration to me for emergencies and unexpected events that could cause me to miss my appointment. Fortunately, I didn't miss my appointment, but don't threaten me with cancellation fees if I do. I had to wait 6 weeks to get the fucking appointment, I am certainly not going to miss it unless there's an emergency. These are just the thoughts that went through my head as I waited to see the good doctor.

When I was finally called to the examination room I made the suggestion that they get some of those vibrating notification devices that restaurants use so you could at least go for a short walk if you wanted to while you wait. I don't think they're going to go for it.

Once in the examination room I was told to strip completely down and put on the paper gown. It was so humiliating sitting on that uncomfortable table in a paper wrap that didn't even cover my back side. It just drapes across your lap. The paper top was a completely seperate garment. Sort of a half shirt. I tossed that aside entirely. Instead I wore my coat. I felt like one of those pervs in a long trench coat with nothing on underneath. But shit man, it was friggen cold. Paper blankets suck! Next time I'm taking my slippers and a throw blanket and maybe Maddy.

Oh and it looks like I have endometriosis, but won't be certain of that diagnosis until I have a laparoscopy performed sometime within the next couple of months. At that time the doctor will also fix my bb hernia and I'm considering having an endometrial ablation which is an alternative to having a hysterectomy and thereby avoiding hormone therapy. It's a quick and simple procedure where the doctor essentially cauterizes my uterus which will then stop my monthly cycles. However, I will be out of it for 6 to 10 days, says the doctor. Seems a bit long for a quick and simple procedure.

Well, I'm not taking Joel Osteen's advice very well today. I guess I'm a little miffed that I was left in a cold waiting room with only the voices in my head and a paper blanket, waiting with angst to be violated by Dr. Long Finger.