Sunday, June 7, 2009
Holy Mackerel... I didn't realize it had been so long since I've posted. I've got lots to tell you, so I'll start now.
First... I got some good news from the doctor. Well, I think it's good news anyway. I talked to the nurse, and she said that instead of surgery right away, that he's going to put me on Plavix. She didn't say this but I can only assume that (thank God) maybe the Cat Scan didn't look as bad as the Doppler did. I was on Plavix once before but was taken off of it because I had some of the side effects (black and blue marks all over my body and blood spots under the skin). I mentioned this to her, and she said right now, the doctor believes it's the lesser of two evils so we'll give it a shot. I just want the pain to go away. My legs have been getting worse every day... can't even walk to the back of the property to take Gidget for a walk. Anyway... I'm taking all of this as good news ... I "really" don't want another surgery.
It's about 6:15 a.m. I just got back from taking my son to the airport. He came in Wednesday night. His plane leaves at 7:30. Oh my gosh.. we had a wonderful time together. I really hated to see him leave!! We went out to eat three or four times (really blew my diet, but I didn't care), went to two movies (Star Trek and My Life In Ruins... both really good movies), drove around the old neighborhood where he grew up and even (since he's doing family tree stuff) went to the old church in Cleveland and the funeral home where both sets of my grandparents were married and had funeral services to see if they had any records he could use for his search. I drove him past the house I lived at until I was 6 and showed him my "first" school (didn't realize it was so close to the house.. my gosh, things look so much bigger and far away when you're 5 and 6). He even went grocery shopping with me (he doesn't mind it... I hate it). I was really glad he did, because I had been putting it off due to the pain in my legs. I leaned on the cart the entire time in the store, and he helped get what I needed (it was hard for me to get through the store... really glad to be back in the car). Then he loaded and unloaded and unpacked everything for me. Then there were times we just kind of hung out and talked or watched tv. Oh man, it's nice having him around. I just loved having him here!!! (Oh I think I already said that. LOL). One thing having him here did make me realize though is that I have been pretty lonely. I guess it never hit me, because I was so use to being by myself, but having so much activity packed in so few days really made me realize how much I miss out on by being home by myself sometimes. I really don't mind living alone (actually, I'm so use to it that I don't know if I could live with anyone again), but having someone to do stuff with was really a wonderful break in routine.
Miss Gidget was REALLY rotten while he was here. She started as soon as I brought him home. I think because it was late at night, and she was probably in a sound sleep when we got home, we may have scared her, because she just barked and barked at him for about 45 minutes. My God, I've never seen her do that with anyone. Once she realized he was ok, she gave him lots of lovin'. But... the entire time he was here, she went back and forth... from seeming afraid of him (barking and backing up) and then going up to him and giving him some love. If it was anyone besides my son, I would have been totally embarrassed. Chris loves dogs, and dogs have always loved him... I don't know what got in to her. And yet, when Chris' best friend came over yesterday, Gidget didn't bark at him at all... just went right to the lovin'. Poor Chris... I think he felt really bad when she did that, and I felt bad for him. However, the entire time he was here... she wanted to be where he was. She was such a turd.
Also, while he was here.. there were two nights that she just barked and barked after she had gone to her room for the night. Normally, if she had to go potty, she would just whine a little, but these were big barks. The first night she did this, it was a little freaky cuz she wanted outside and once out there, acted like there was something invading the yard. I'm sure there could have been a raccoon or something out there. I don't know how many times I let her out when she was doing this, but when she'd start barking outside or after she'd pee, I'd bring her in... didn't want her waking up the neighbors. She didn't stop this until I finally brought her in my room with me and closed the door so she wouldn't go in and wake Chris up. Even after being in my room, she was really restless. She did this again last night too. Since we normally go to bed around ten (and I watch tv until 11 or 12 in bed), I thought maybe it was because her schedule was messed up since we didn't get to bed before midnight while he was here, or it could have been the full moon the other night. I don't know, but I hope she calms down soon. Like I said... she was a "real" bitch the entire time he was here. And the barking in the day time... OMG... I was ready to take her somewhere and drop her off (not really... but I thought about it). Chris even said "If you were my neighbor I'd probably be calling the cops on you all the time with that barking." She was absolutely horrible.
I've got to tell you... the pictures on top of this post are of Mike's new home. Our beautiful friend Deb had the most beautiful urn made for his ashes. Chris took the pictures with his cell phone, and they all pretty blurry, but on each picture you can see a different part of it clearer, so I'm posting all three of them. The pictures definitely don't do it justice, and the perspective of it is a little disproportionate since the house part of it is not quite as high as it looks under the roof. Needless to say, it looks much better in person. OMG.. it is so beautiful. Deb had a friend make it, and she stained it, put the picture on it and had a nameplate made for it that has his name and the year I got him (1997) to 2009. She finished it and made sure to send it in time so Chris could see it. It is absolutely beautiful. If I ever get a camera, I'll take a better picture of it and post it. I cried when I got it (of course) and cried even more when I took Mike's ashes from the can and placed them in his new home. My beautiful boy can rest easy and forever now. Debbie... THANK YOU SO MUCH... YOU ARE DEFINITELY MIKE'S ANGEL!!! Everyone should have a friend who show their love as much as you do. You're like a daughter to me... I hope you know that... of course you know that... you're stubborn like a daughter too. LOL
It's 7:00. I'm going to try to catch up on a couple of IMOM friends. I haven't been there for such a long time. Then I'm going to try to go to church... praying my legs hold up for the walk through the parking lot. If I don't go today, it will be the third week I haven't gone. I really miss it.
I hope everyone is having a beautiful weekend. The weather here since Chris came in has been better than perfect (sunny and in the 70's). It's suppose to be in the 80's today. I'm hoping it doesn't get too humid... but even if it does.. it will be a good day (I've already decided that.. tee hee).
Love And Blessings To You All,
Joanna, Angel Mike & Bratty Miss Gidget
P.S. The link below is to Chris' website (he's a Personal Trainer). If you go to the link to his bio, you can see him on tv and hear him on the radio (after clicking on the radio link, you have to scroll down to Jan 21st link). If this link doesn't work here, copy and paste it in to your browser.... I am soooooooo proud of him... my gosh, listening to him on the radio he sounds sooooo professional (of course he is but he's my little boy... I'm wondering how he got so smart). I just love him so much.