It has been a very very interesting weekend... I think I'm going to go in order of how and what happened.
Friday my Angel LIED TO ME. I mean straight faced lied! I was so so so mad at her! It was over something really insignificant too. I asked her to put her dirty clothes in the laundry room for me and then I would let her on the computer. I then went into my room to make the bed. When I came out of the room I asked angel if she put her clothes in the laundry room. "Yes Mommy, and I even put them in the washer!" I told her that she could now get on the computer.
A few moments later I go into the laundry room to start the washer, (no clothes to be found). I walk up to Angel and without a word, shut off the computer. She starts yelling, "Mommm what'd you do that for?!?" I ushered her to her room, picked up her hamper and sat it in front of her. Her response was, "Oh." I then told her that she had to take a 5 minute time out and she was grounded for the rest of the day from all electronics. GRRRRR! I can't stand it when people lie!
Saturday I had to go to Kroger. *I hate shopping on the weekends, it's always packed.* To make matters even worse I had to take my husbands best friend with me. *Sorry Anthony but it's true.* Not that he's not cool or anything, but it's just one of those things I would rather have my husband there for. He was a big help with the girls though, Renee fell asleep in the shopping cart and he ended up carrying her for about 30 minutes. When we finally finished getting everything in the cart, we go up to checkout ( I was not about to do the U-Scan, I had wayyyy to much). There were only 2 registers open and both had lines backed up in to the isles.
We were patiently waiting and talking amongst ourselves, when an elderly lady comes up and starts to randomly look at people an complain about the lines. She was ranting about how ridiculous this was and how the cashiers needed to hurry up. The old bag was being a royal bitch! She walks up to one cashier and tells her that she needs to do something about this line and get more people on registers. *Like the young girl could actually do that. The girl was trying her best to get to everyone as quickly as possible; I thought she was doing a good job.*
Then the old bag starts yelling about how inconsiderate the cashier was while she paced up and down the main isle. I really wanted to say something... and I probably would have if my children had not been there. Finally a young man walks up to a cash stand and prepares to open it. That's when the Old Bag starts telling other people to hurry up and get in line before she changes her mind. That's when one lady (who apparently had had enough of this Old Bag incessantly nagging) looked at the Old Bag and told her that obviously she needed to leave faster than everyone else because she was more important. (I about peed myself laughing when the woman said it too.)
Sunday night I decided to go over to my parents house and grill some lemon pepper chicken that I had marinated all day. Lee was already over there working on a scooter my dad had bought. The guys got the scooter fixed, and after dinner they went to test drive it. Lee and my dad did just fine. My mother then decides she wants to ride.
She gets on the scooter and starts to drive down the street. She veers to the wrong side of the road and wobbles a bit but holds it up just fine. She hit full speed and I heard her let of the throttle, I seen the brakes light up then I see the brake light fly up in the air. She had just flipped the scooter! Lee and my Dad start running down the street. I grab Renee up, then Angel's hand and run full force down the street toward my mother. I get halfway there, and realize; First what am I going to do with 2 kids once I get there, and Second Angel couldn't keep up and I was dragging her behind me. I stopped and turned around. I grabbed the phone and waited for a signal to call 911.
Luckily she got back to her feet, and hobbled back home with the guys helping her. I checked her out to make sure she was alright. She had road rash all down the right side of her from the side of her face to her ankle. I checked her for a concussion, and she seemed okay... shaken but okay. Once we got her cleaned up and in bed, I decided I had had enough for the weekend. Lee went and got the newly fixed, now broken scooter while I collected the girls and their things.
To be completely honest, I'm glad to see the weekend end.
Just wanted to update you guys on what's going on with Angel. Tomorrow she goes in for an upper and lower GI endoscopy. I'm sure all will go well... I'm anxious to hear what they find. As always I will let you all know as soon as I can.
The preparations for this are pretty intense... how am I supposed to convince a 6 year old to drink that crap then let me give her a suppository twice???? I had to feed her dinner at 3pm today and she is not allowed to have anything else to eat until after the procedure tomorrow. Her diet is purely a clear liquid diet until 9am; then nothing.
Wish us luck... it's going to be a tough day.
This weekend was fun/stressful/ exciting/ exhausting/ embarrassing/ painful/ and chaotic. On Saturday Angel had a birthday party to go to at Pump It Up... (for those of you without children it's an inflatable party place). I took Renee with me because Lee had plans for the day.
We get to Pump It Up and Angel runs off to play. Renee was hesitant at first because they had the main lights off and the disco ball on... so it was pretty dark. Once they turned the lights back on, Renee was more than ready to jump on everything. *Of course that means I have to jump on everything too... What Friggin Fun!!!!*
You never realize just how out of shape you are until you have to do something like this with your kids... Here's what I mean;
There was this massive 2 story slide that you had to climb.... no worn out mom access here. Of course Renee wanted to slide... of course she couldn't climb it herself. (Insert superhero music here) MOM TO THE RESCUE!!! I carry Renee up and we slide down... I swear to you about 20 times. I was so tired, sore, and out of breath. *Oh and the skin on my elbow was rubbed off from the slide... I had forgotten just how bad that burns*
Finally the time for cake and ice cream comes! *YEA!!! My relief is here!* The Birthday Boy starts to open presents as everyone eats cake and ice cream. He gets to our gift (we gave him a card with 10 bucks in it). He opens the card pulls out the money looks at Angel and asks, "Where's my present?" Very matter of factly Angel replies, "We didn't have the moneys to get you a big present so we gave you sum moneys so you can buy what you want." The boys parents look over at me, expressionless. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I was so so so embarrassed! I know it's nothing to be ashamed of, but I hate that it was rubbed in. I know Angel was just trying to explain to him why he didn't get a gift to unwrap from us... still embarrassing.
After we leave there we head home. I feed the girls lunch and Angel asks if she can go play with NN for a while outside. I let her go and check on them in the neighbors fence every couple of minutes. I call Angel home after a couple hours and she comes running home. She tripped over a brick and scratched her leg up. The corresponding knot on her shin was a pretty purple too.
As I was cleaning and putting a bandage on her leg, she shows me a large scratch on her arm where the NN dog had scratched her. I cleaned and bandaged that too.
Okay so we have 1 very tired mom, 2 worn out and now cranky children, 3 band aids, and my back starts hurting terribly. *When I say terribly I mean this sharp pain that radiated down my left leg. I swear it felt like barbed wire being threaded through my back and leg.* I laid the girls down in Angels room and put a movie on. *I was praying they would take a nap* I found the heating pad and laid on the couch.
Not even fifteen minutes later Lee calls me and tells me to get the girls together and meet him at my parents house. *AHHHHH! I'm in agony, I'm tired and I don't want to move! Leave me alone!!!*
I get the girls together and head over to my parents. I call ahead of time and tell my Mother about my back pain and she meets me outside to get Renee out of the van. I walk in and lay down. My mother offers to go back to my house and get a pain pill when she realized how bad I was in pain. (I hate taking pain pills, I can't stand how sleepy I get when I take them, and with 2 kids running around I need my mind more alert so normally I just deal with the pain.)
Once my mother was back I took the pain pill and crashed. I wasn't coherent until about 10pm. I woke up and was feeling somewhat better. Lee and I collected the girls and went home.
Sunday was much better... sort of; The morning was pretty uneventful, my Parents invited us over for dinner... so we went over there to hang out after lunch for a while. Lee had gotten Angel a wind spinner at the store so they were outside playing together. I was inside with Renee when all of a sudden I heard a horrid scream coming from Angel. I grab Renee and go running outside. I hand Renee off to my mother and grab Angel. Angel had been stung by a wasp! I bring her inside and get an ice pack. I felt so bad for her. I just held her and rocked her for about an hour.
There you go... my very eventful weekend.... How was your weekend?
I'm not as young as I used to be... I found this out the hard way yesterday.
It started at four a.m.; Renee woke up screaming, I get out of bed, and can't straighten my back. I was in so much pain my lower back felt like someone was ripping my muscles off my bone. I finally make it in to her room and pick her up. *She must have had a bad dream because all she needed was some comforting* A couple hours later at 6 a.m. the alarm goes off and I get out of bed... still sore. Luckily Lee was off work so all I had to do was get Angel ready for school.
While Angel was brushing her teeth I went out to the garage to start my van. Out of the corner of my eye I seen something like a dark shadow scurry across the garage. I turn my head just in time to see a.... MOUSE!!! Ew! Ew! Ew! I can't stand mice! It was just a little field mouse, but still... ew! I start my van and go inside to tell Lee about the mouse. His response seemed like he was more interested in watching paint dry then doing something about our little rodent problem. *of course he was still half asleep*
I finally get everything taken care of and Angel and I start to walk out the side door to the garage. There were 3 small steps; I took the first step with my left foot and felt a sharp pain run up my leg (that's my bad leg, so that's pretty typical). I tried to compensate with my right, but when you are going down stairs; it's hard to do. I ended up falling and landing on my 'good' ankle. I start screaming in pain and Angel runs into my room saying, "Daddy! Come quick Mommy got hurt!" Lee runs to the stairs and tries to pick me up. *Just FYI, When I'm in pain, I can't stand being touched, I get irritable and snappy with everyone* I look at Lee and sternly say, "I'm FINE!" with tears in my eyes. He says to me, "No you're not, you need to ice that, give me the keys I'll take Angel to school." I of course have to be hard headed and get up and tell him no, and I'll take her. I start to walk and there goes the pain in both legs. Lee asks, "You sure?" "I'M FINE!!" as I leave.
I should have let him take her... just something about the way I am. I try to continue my daily routine no matter what happens. Even when I was in a wheel chair I did everything on my own I could, I guess I'm just that damn determined.
Where else are we going to find fresh white rice daily and fresh lamb but on a rice and lamb farm in Vietnam?
Seriously though...
Angel went for her scratch test and what we found was interesting...
She is allergic to.... beef, soy, tomato, navy beans, string beans, carrots, and cats....
*One of these things is not like the others, One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others By the time I finish my song?*
Sorry but cat?? Food and cat... hmm how can we eliminate those....
The doctor told me that the only way we can truly eliminate all of her allergies is to put her on an elimination diet i.e. fresh rice and lamb for each meal daily.
I don't know if I can do that to her... I told the doctor that too.
He then prescribes a whole slew of medications totaling $330 a month she has to take so she can eat normal foods. I don't know how we are going to do this; either way it's going to be hard...
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Lee: Shellfish
Me: Codeine, synthetic codeine, cephelasporin antibiotics, and Detrol.
Angel: It is looking more and more like she is allergic to milk
This poor child has been suffering for a while with this one (almost 3 years now)and no one could figure out what was causing the problem. I have to take her to a doctor to confirm, but I'm almost 100% sure.
Things this back-woods redneck school has done to piss me off (part 2!)
Not allow parents to walk their children to class (not even on the first day)
Allowed the staff to dress up for Halloween but not the students
Denied my daughter access to a good behavior party because she was bad 29% of the time
Refused to let me volunteer because I don't have a sitter for the baby
The teacher openly shows favorites
Christmas was not celebrated no gift exchange
Her teacher blames having 3 children at home for not having grades in on time
The librarian and Clifford the Moldy Dog
The teacher put my daughter in a cubicle because she is a "problem"
Sent home because she was out of dress code when she fell and ripped her jeans *it was a hole in the knee; come on now!!*
Just got a progress report saying she is getting a "N" (not sufficient) in conduct and behavior. She has been good more than 60% of the time though.....apparently they want a 90% or better
I don't know what to do. I feel like I am the only one on my daughter's side here. Even my husband tends to agree with the teacher about her behavior. I finally broke down and called her doctor for an appointment to check for ADD. I don't want to have to put her on medication. I love how lively and charismatic she is. I feel like no one else sees that in her though. This is breaking my heart.
Right now I am laughing at some of you for trying to pronounce that! It is pronounced flok-suh-naw-suh-nahy-hil-uh-pil-uh-fi-key-shuhn. It basically means worthless, but I didn't want to title it Worthless Friday, that just doesn't fit. Maybe we could use the Yiddish word farblunget. It means totally lost and or confused. That probably sounds better Farblunget Friday! .JPG)
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Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities. *Teenagers sure can be abnormal*
Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year. *Wonder why?*
On the second day, the knee was better, and then on the third day it disappeared. *Usually called amputated*
The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed. *Didn't realize those were not part of depression.... Good to know.*
Discharge status: Alive, but without my permission. *Well now we know you think you are God*
Healthy-appearing decrepit, 69-year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful. *Can we say oxymoron?*
The patient refused autopsy. *Seems the autopsy wasn't necessary*
The patient has no previous history of suicides. *I would hope not*
Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital. *Wait, what?*
Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40-pound weight gain in the last three days. *Don't know about you but I'd say that's significant*
She is numb from her toes down. *How does that work?*
Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches. *That covers all of it*
I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy. *That's pretty intense therapy*
Skin: somewhat pale but present. *I would hope it's there*
The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993. *Sounds like you may be the problem doc*
Yup you read right... the topic of today is disowned.
Lets see the definition: dis·owned - To refuse to acknowledge or accept as one's own; repudiate. (Thank you dictionary.com)
Yup that sounds about right!
Lets start back when they first came down because DCS was looking for them if you don't remember its right here:
http://realconfessionsfromarealhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/anns-birthday-present.html
Well the part I didn't tell you was what my husband said. *Frankly I thought he was just being a judgemental dick at the time.*
He told me, "Mark my words, they are just comming down here to get your parents to pay for christmas for her boys then they are gone again."
I stuck up for her and told him, "She wouldn't stoop that low, she wouldn't use everyone like that, I'm sure she really wants to straighten her life out."
Well last night Ann calls me, and says that they are leaving tomorrow around 10am to go back. I started to tear up and told her that I would try to make it there before 10. Then I got off the phone because I didn't want her to know that I was crying.
Then tell Lee everything. I am actually really proud of him; not once did he say, "I told you so." He just let me vent.
So this morning I get up at 7:30am and start getting the diaper bag ready. I wake up my girls and get them something to eat. I broke the news to Angel and told her that they were moving away and all she wanted to know was if she was ever going to see them again. "Of course!" I tell her and she was fine with that. We were finally, fed dressed and ready about 9am and we get in the van.
I pull up to my parents house and notice that my mom's car is the only one there. *Hmmm, maybe her husband hasn't showed up yet* The girls and I get out of the van and into the house then the first thing mom says to me is, "They're gone already." I was livid! *I felt as if my heart had just been ripped out of my chest*
So of course I called her phone...
Ann:"Hello?"
Me (in a really irritated tone):"I'm really upset with you, you said you were leaving at 10, here it is 9 something and you are gone!"
Ann (with this high pitched annoying whine): "Well I'm sorry but Lance (her loser husband) has to be at work tonight."
Me: "I don't give a shit if Lance has to work."
**CLICK**
She hung up on me.
So I called her back and she didn't answer, I decided to let her have it in a voicemail. I told her that it was ridiculous that she left early and didn't give me and my girls a chance to say goodbye. I told her that I had a special gift to give the boys before they left and now I can't. (It was a box with a dozen self addressed and stamped envelopes with paper and pencils so they could write us letters.)I told her that I was real sick and tired of her using those boys and dragging them all over gods green earth just so she could sponge off people.
Just as a quick background; In the past year Ann has asked my dad for more than a total of $3,000.00, and they have lived in 5 different school districts. Lance has convinced his parents to give them twice that amount and now they are going back up there to move into a trailer that his parents financed for them.
After I left the message I asked my mom if I could leave the gift for the boys there. Of course she tells me it's fine.
Later on I had to take the girls yet again to the Dr. After an hour and a half there; Renee has bronchitis, and Angel has strep-throat. Yea! Strep! My favorite bacteria; group A streptococcus! On my way to the pharmacy I realize that I have to call Ann and let her know because Angel got strep from Sha. *I know this because Sha was complaining of a sore throat, stomach ache and headache, just like Angel did*
THAT'S JUST FRIGGIN WONDERFUL!
So of course I call and she does not answer, then I call Lance... same thing. I left a VM on Lance's phone saying that I didn't know if Ann was afraid I'd yell at her again or something, but I needed one of them to call me back concerning the health of their children.
Yes I said the first part in a bitchy tone, and for the second part I sounded more like a doctors office calling about test results. *Odd how those two can be combined in one sentence.*
About 5 minutes later my phone rings
Me: "Hi.."
Ann: "What is my boys health any of your business?"
Me: "Angel has strep throat and got it from one of your boys and if they don't get treated soon it will turn in to scarlet fever!"
Ann: She didn't get sick from my boys they've only been coughing!
Me: " Sha has been complaining of a sore throat and headache for more than a week now and if you would actually take them to the doctor when they don't feel well you would have known this earlier!"
Ann: "Well then it's not my boys its my boy isn't it! Oh and by the way I hung up on you earlier because you cussed at me and you have no right to speak to me that way."
Me: "Your right, I shouldn't have cussed."
Ann: "That's right you shouldn't have and you should treat me better than you do!"
Me: "Excuse me but I have been nothing but nice to you, and have made sure to never cross you once, but now if you really would like to know how I feel I'll be glad to tell you."
That is when I really let her have it and called her out on favoring her youngest son Sha, Using both of the boys to get what she wants, faking her anxiety attacks just so she can take xanex, being too lazy to find a job, and too selfish to see how she effects everyone else.
Once I finished she starts to try to use my past against me and say, "Well you lived with dad for 2 years!"
Me: "Yup, I sure did, and I held 2 jobs, went to school full time, helped pay for groceries, split the utility bills and paid for all my daughters stuff, so what'd you do again?"
Ann: "Don't fucking never ever call me again I don't eve-"
I hung up the phone, If she can hang up on me for cussing... I can do the same ;)
She called mom and tried to tattle on me *blah blah blah like I give a shit* mom just told her she was staying out of it *when mom says that it means I'm not siding with you*. Then she calls dad and says that I'm dead to her.
How much you wanna bet she calls when she needs something from me?
Damn family drama!
So where were we.... Oh yes... The ambulance finally arrived.
A tall large man (later to be known as Big'n) came up to my car. He started yelling, "HEY GUYS SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S REALLY ALIVE!!" I looked up at him and grabbed my stomach. "My baby." is all I could get out. "There's a baby out there guys! FIND IT!!!" he yelled. I kept saying no and patting my stomach. I couldn't figure out the word I was supposed to be telling him. I just kept patting my stomach. He finally asked, "Are you pregnant?" I just nodded.
"Holy FUCK! She's pregnant!" Big'n says
I hear another man on a phone asking what time someone could get here. Another man approaches my mangled vehicle and tells Big'n it'll be 20 minutes before life flight can get here.
The EMS driver, Adrian says, "Oh hell guys Mike and I can get her there in less than 20 minutes just get me an escort." (Normally the trauma hospital is a 30-45 minute drive depending on traffic).
Adrian tells me that they are going to put a sheet over me so that they can cut me out of the car. They lay the sheet over me and began using the jaws of life. The smell was horrid, a mix of oil, gas, burning rubber, airbag dust, and blood. It sounded like a chainsaw cutting steel and someone breaking glass.
When it was all over they were finally able to get me on to a board. Big'n looks at me and says, "We have to straighten your legs out to get you out okay? It's gonna hurt." I nodded my head. A man grabs my right leg and detaches it from the bind between the seat belt and steering wheel. I begin to scream a earsplitting scream that pierced the ears of everyone within eyesight. The man then handed my leg to Adrian who held it in place. I began to feel my blood running cold on my body toward my head.
The man grabs my left foot that was resting by my face and begins the painstaking process of untwisting and unfolding it. By this time pain did not feel real and the adrenaline rush from the moment before was still in effect.
The men load me on the board and slowly slide me out of the vehicle.
That's when I seen the man who hit me.
"You mother fucker! I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" I began yelling; at that point in time, if I could have gotten up, I probably would have.
*Leave it to me to talk shit on a stretcher*
The paramedics load me up and we leave for the hospital. About 2 miles from the hospital the police escort started getting further ahead of us. Then all of a sudden I feel a big jolt! Adrian says, "Damn it, fucking dumb ass just hit us!" Apparently some idiot thought it would be funny to try to cut off an ambulance. Stupid person ended up in some big trouble over that one.
The ambulance arrived at the ER where there was a Pediatric Critical Care Dr., A high risk OB, Trauma Surgeon, Orthopedic surgeon, Neurologist, and Radiologists all waiting for me.
It was a long roller coaster ride but almost 7 years later. More than 30 surgeries, and some amazing surgeons, I can walk, and live a pretty normal life. I can't run long distances, and I can't wear heels much at all. But I'm here, and functioning!
And people wonder why I named my daughter Angel?
Thanksgiving went very very very well. We endured 2, 8 hour trips in the van with a 6 year old and a almost 11 month old and no one cried! NOT EVEN ONCE!!!!! Those girls did wonderful, I am so proud of them! It was nice to see the family, but by the end of the weekend I was ready to get in my own bed again. *Note to self: tell story about Holiday Inn Express* I will get back to the rest of that in another blog; this blog is about catching up.
My older sister's birthday was on December 1st. The same day her grandmother kicked her and her family out! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ANN! *Theres another blog in itself*
I've been having terrible back pain for about a month now. My husband finally nagged me enough to go to the doctor. I guess it's a good thing that he did. As it turnes out I have Osteoarthritis and Degenerative Spondylosis! *Try to say that 3x fast!* They also did X-rays of my left ankle because I've been having alot of pain in it. Turns out I have what the doctor called post traumatic arthritis. Blah blah blah... I didn't need her to tell me that. I suppose that's what happens when you break both of your legs, arms and face in a car accident! *Tell you guys all about that on another day... someone just remind me...please*
So I figure...I'm 24 and falling apart! Great! On the upside I still have my insanity *grin*.
Limping through the snow...
With a brand new silver cane...
Forget the hills, we'll go...
Around the bend; that way...
