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September 17, 2008

Oh sweet, beautiful Interweb, how I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we’ve been apart these last few days, but somehow the remnants of Ike got between us and knocked me offline. I know, this was especially difficult because I was in Marblehead all weekend and had no access to you. But we’re together again, and that’s all that matters.

Yes, I’ve learned just how addicted I am to the Internet. It was torture! No chatting out on the deck, no catching up on blogs, no Google to find the answer to whatever inane question is rattling around in my head.

Now, here’s the entry I wanted to post when we got back from our little trip:

Dave and I spent the weekend in Marblehead to celebrate our anniversary, and it was rainy and yucky most of the time we were there, but we still had a nice time. Sat in the jacuzzi, played cards, watched “Jeeves & Wooster” on my laptop, went out to eat, went to some antique stores, drove to Sandusky to buy my makeup that my Findlay place didn’t have. It may not sound like a good time to some, but that’s what we like to do, so bite me.

Some of the things Dave & I talked about, or I mentioned, or I thought about at some point Saturday:

* “Jeeves & Wooster”/”A Bit of Fry & Laurie”
* My cousin in Baton Rouge, a girl I know in Houston, and Hurricane Ike
* My geography prof at BGSU
* Why the hell do stores in a town like Marblehead close at 3 p.m.?
* College football
* Try not to fall into the jacuzzi this time, dumbass.
* Why do hotels always have shitty water pressure in the shower?
* Pizza?
* Let’s just go get the makeup, no way am I taking a ferry ride in this weather.
* I refuse to shower here Sunday. We must leave early enough that I can shower at home before work.

The dream I had Saturday night … extremely odd. But at least I know why some of the stuff in it was in it (see above list). So, anyway, in this dream Stephen Fry was my professor, of what I don’t know but not of geography. It was at BG I suppose, but who knows. Then I was interviewing him, and then he had to fly to London and I guess I was housesitting because he took his suitcase and left. Then my cousin walked into the room and started giving me the third degree about not wanting kids (Wes, if you read this, please don’t ever do that). Then Stephen came back and said he missed his plane, but he didn’t want to go anyway, plus he could just go tomorrow. That’s about all I remember.

Ugh. It’s almost 4:30, so I’d better head to bed. Just remember Interweb, I love you.

Sigh

July 28, 2008

Spent most of the weekend on the road, or at least it feels like it. We went to Dave’s cousin’s wedding in Virginia, and it’s not a short drive.

The ceremony was very nice, and dinner was tasty, and then I got the sinus headache from hell (with bonus nausea) so I pretty much spent the rest of the reception trying to find a quiet place to sit. So I was a big party pooper.

And now I’m exhausted, and should be in bed since it’s 3:30 a.m. So I guess I’ll head that way.

Going high-tech

July 4, 2008

Look out, I’ve got a laptop now, and I’m not afraid to use it! That is, as soon as I get the hang of using it. Somehow I keep managing to open up the Yahoo! Answers from the toolbar, and I swear I’m not even clicking on anything. First thing to do after I post this is clean up that toolbar.

I know I’m a little late on getting this lovely little machine, considering how much I LOVE the Internets but am limited in my computer usage since a good chunk of Dave’s job is teaching online, but better late than never, right? But NOW? I am sitting on the couch watching “Law & Order” and blogging! If it weren’t for my commitment to losing weight, I might never get up!

Oh, I just remembered that I wanted to check out Twitter — again, late getting on the bandwagon, I know — so this is it for now.

Here we go

June 30, 2008


Jen Lancaster & me2

Originally uploaded by Dani H.

OK boys and girls, all kinds of fun and not-so-fun things have gone on since last we spoke at length.

First up, I got to meet Jen Lancaster when she did a reading of her latest book, “Such a Pretty Fat,” at the Borders in Cinci on Friday, May 16. I had decided not to go because nobody could go with me, but then Dave said he’d go, so we hopped in the truck and drove the two or so hours. I am so glad we did, because I had such a good time. Jen read one of my favorite parts of the book, and it was awesome to hear it from her!

Knowing that Jen appreciates Barbie dolls as much as I do, I lived up to my dork potential and made her a Jennsylvania Barbie. JB wears pearls and a pink/green/yellow plaid dress. She comes with a pink drink charm and all three of Jen’s books.

I felt like such a dork, but Jen seemed to like it, and that’s all I care about! 🙂 And Jen, if you happen across this, I swear I’ll take pictures of all my Barbies, post them and send the link like I said I would. It just takes me a while to get things done.


*I can’t figure out how to get multiple photos in one post, and I don’t have the patience to figure it all out right now, so I’ll have to do this in pieces. Sorry!

Anger, I has it

March 29, 2008

I’ve stayed away longer than I wanted to, mainly because I’ve been so, so angry since the funeral. It’s not going away, and I’ve had additional anger added to my tightly-wound emotional state, so I guess I’ll just have to power through, the Michael Bluth way.

Things that royally pissed me off relating to my grandpa’s death:

— Someone getting upset whenever my grandma was mentioned (you know, his wife of 44 years, mother of his children, who isn’t around because she died not because they divorced)

— Someone bitching because all she could eat from the City Barbecue dinner between visitations was macaroni and cheese because she’s a vegetarian (guess you’d better learn to start thinking ahead, huh?)

— Someone listening to his mp3 player/iPod/whatever during the second visitation (I wanted to punch him)

— Someone carrying on before the funeral like it was her father or husband who had died (seriously, it was appalling)

There are several other things, but you get the gist.

The more recent anger-inducing events are best not talked about, but they made me feel the need to get wasted last night, which I did and which I am now paying for. Did you know you can’t drink like you’re 21 when you’re 30? I did, but that sure didn’t stop me.

We went up to my friend Jason’s house and played some euchre, and I did a lo-ot of drinking. Apple martini at dinner, wine coolers and sour apple pucker during the cards. I had a lot of fun, because I just adore hanging out with with Jason, and Dave and I rarely get to play cards. Today though, I’m really wishing I hadn’t had that last wine cooler.

In other news, I have a new crush: Jim Halpert from “The Office.” Dave is lucky Jim’s not a real person. If he were real, I’d be on the road to Scranton, Pa. right now. Also? I might consider letting John Krasinski be my boyfriend.

Yeah, we just watched the season two finale on Thursday, and I’m anxiously waiting for Dave to get home from a bachelor party so we can start watching season three. I finally get this post from MB, and like some of the people who commented on that post, I have been watching the end of the episode over and over. *sigh* So sweet. I love him.

I don’t smell so good.

February 16, 2008

I’m siiiiiiiiick. Dave gave me an awful cold not quite a week ago, and it sucks. I can hardly taste food, I can’t smell anything, I have single nostril breathing and a bad cough.

Things I’ve tried sniffing, just to get a whiff of a scent, any scent:

Coffee
Mint tea
Bath & Bodyworks Wallflower (Pumpkin spice)
The dog
The cats
Tissue with Vicks in it
My hands after washing them with B&B soap
My perfume
Onion strings left over from last night’s dinner

I couldn’t even smell the litter box when I scooped it today.

I’m hoping I can taste the cake Dave just brought home.

The surgery

January 30, 2008

I know it’s been almost two months since my surgery, and I know I said in my comments that I was going to post about it “in a day or two,” but I’ve become addicted to a video game and like any good obsession, it requires all of my free time. I’m getting this entry over with, because I’ve got some other stuff that needs addressed, but I feel like I should get this out first.

So, the morning of my surgery we got up at the ass crack of dawn to drive up to BG. I was excited and nervous, mostly nervous, and mostly about having an I.V. I don’t do needles.

We got there and did the check-in thing, the paperwork, the clothing itemization, all that jazz. Eventually got to my little curtained-off area, changed into my stylish gown, got the I.V.

Not the ordeal I had imagined it would be, but I really wish they’d taken the juice out of the fridge sooner. My arm was ice cold in a very short time, and it sucked. We asked for another blanket for my block o’ ice, and got one that was all nice and warmed up.

At some point I talked to the anesthesiologist and some other people, including my doctor (sorry, details are fuzzy this far down the road). Then it was time!

They wheeled me to the operating room and starting giving me the gas. The last thing I remember thinking is, “Uh, shouldn’t this mask be on better? It seems like the gas is escaping. I don’t smell anything. I don’t think this is working.”

Then I woke up (slowly) in recovery. Very surreal. I’d never been totally under for anything before.

I think maybe I threw up in recovery, but I can’t remember anymore. They wheeled me back to my little area, Dave came back, and we hung out waiting for me to lose the fog so we could go home.

I was a little nauseous, so they brought me a regular Coke (I always thought Sprite or 7-Up was good for the nausea?). I know I threw up there. I think maybe I went to the bathroom at some point, and then we headed for home. They sent the little puke basin with us, along with a box of Kleenex.

I did not throw up in the car, but I did throw up on the front lawn, and into my little basin as I walked in the front door. Rusty thought that was hugely exciting.

And then I slept a lot of the day away. I think I had a ham sandwich very late that night. And some Pringles. I lived on Coke, ham sandwiches and Pringles for a few days. And lost a few pounds. I should have stuck with that diet!

I figured out sometime that weekend that taking two Vicodin at a time was making me nauseous, so I cut it back to one. Much better.

For the next week I sat on my butt on the couch in my pajamas, just as I had planned. The problem was I was bored out of my skull, so that Tuesday night I made Dave go buy me a game for the Wii. I’d done my research, and called to make sure Best Buy had it, so I was all set. That’s the game responsible for my absence. Puzzle Quest: Challenge of the Warlords. I love it.

When I went back to work, my belly button did not like my wearing actual pants, but it’s better now. (One incision was through my belly button, I guess I should tell you that, huh?)

So, not really any complications. It did hurt to laugh even around Christmas, or to turn just my upper body, but that’s all gone too.

So, hurray!

Early Christmas gift

December 6, 2007

*Warning: Much talk of girly parts ahead.*

Friday, tomorrow, is the big day.

I’m getting my tubes tied.

It’s taken many months to get to this point. I told my nurse, whom I adore, at my annual exam in April that Dave & I don’t want kids and wanted to ensure that we stay DINKs. Soon after, I met with my doctor about the Essure procedure and got it scheduled for May.

No one hassled me, no one questioned me. It seemed too easy. I should have known something would happen.

That something was a perforated uterus and a quick exit by the doctor and (surprise) intern. I wasn’t totally sure what had even happened, except that I had no Essure coils in my tubes.

A few days later, I scheduled another attempt in June. Even more days later, the office called to reschedule because my doctor was not there anymore. (!) They wouldn’t tell me why he was gone, but assured me that he was a good surgeon so I shouldn’t worry. We rescheduled for July (on my birthday) with a new doctor.

Happy birthday to me — I got bumped for a woman who’d gone into labor. Do you want to wait? “No.” How about tomorrow? “No, it had to be today or next month.” How about Thursday? “No, it had to be today or next month.”

A few days later, I tried to reschedule for August, but they said I had to have a consultation with the doctor about the Essure. “But I already know about it. I talked to (other doctor) the first time. I have no questions.” No, you have to meet with new doctor, too. “OK, fine.” Consultation set. I also left a message with the office manager to schedule the Essure.

Consultation rescheduled — doctor has surgery on original day.

What I won’t go into are all the messages left for various people every time something needed scheduled, and how long it took to get a call back.

I finally have a sit-down with the new doctor. She’s nice, and I know this mess isn’t her fault, but I’m pretty pissed about everything at this point. I’d figured out all the dates of phone calls/messages left, perforations, ruined birthdays, and told her I was pretty unhappy about the whole thing. I mean, three weeks later I was still waiting to hear from that office manager.

She didn’t have any idea about all the crap that had gone on, and I felt bad taking it out on her, but damn! She did tell me, though, that old doctor was basically an asshole and that’s why he was gone. (that’s not what she said, exactly, but I knew what she meant, you know?)

So, Essure scheduled for September.

Uteran perforation #2 in September. Yes, again, even though my doctor was extra careful.

It seems that having never had a kid, my uterus is small, which apparently makes it difficult to get around in there. Who knew?

I lost it. Lost. It. I laid there and bawled my eyes out from sheer frustration. After everyone scurried out to let me get dressed, I curled up on the bench and bawled some more. Eventually my doctor came back in, and we talked a little about where to go from there, and she said she’d e-mail me some information.

I didn’t make a move until last month, because I was just way too upset about everything to even think about how to next mutilate my insides. We (Dave & I, but mostly me) decided to go with bipolar electrocoagulation. I figure, the ways things have gone, any clips or clamps put on my tubes are bound to fall off and float around in my abdomen.

So here we are, surgery eve. I had my blood drawn and peed in a cup on Tuesday for pre-surgery tests, and thought I was going to puke from worrying about that needle. Today I think I’m going to puke from worrying about the IV.

I’m nervous, to say the least, despite how much I want this done. Aside from that IV, I’ve got pain in my future. From the incisions, from the procedure, and from the air that’ll be pumped into my stomach. The nurse I talked to on Monday told me that I’ll have shoulder pain like I won’t believe from that air, but if Dave rubs my shoulder it will go away, and that I should try to burp and fart a lot. Well, that last part isn’t a problem, but shoulder pain like I won’t believe? I’m a pansy, and that doesn’t sound good.

BUT — winding up pregnant sounds worse. So there you go.

If you need me, I’ll be on the couch for the next week.

Invisible and childfree?

November 15, 2007

I’m supposed to write about being invisible and childfree, but I can’t.

I’m relatively new to the childfree scene. It wasn’t until last fall that my husband and I decided that we like things the way they are and don’t want to add any offspring to the mix.

As much as I love the Internet, I don’t belong to any messageboards or BlogHer or anything like that. I lurk on some childfree blogs, but for now, that’s it.

Therefore, I don’t really feel invisible to the Webfolk, because I haven’t tried being visible yet.

However, I feel a little too visible in “real life,” and not even as a childfree woman, just as a plain old married woman with no kids.

For instance, six years ago, right after we got married, some co-workers felt the need to start asking when we were going to start having kids. These weren’t even co-workers that I’m close to; in fact, I’m pretty sure one of them hates me but this person was able to get past that enough to bug me about my lack of children a LOT. Enough that I swore the next time the person asked I was going to shout that I’d just found out I was barren and run out of the room. I’m wondering if the editor across from me passed my plan on, because the person hasn’t asked since.

I’m going to preface this part by saying that I really do love my job. BUT. There have been times when I’ve felt that perhaps childed people have taken advantage of the family-friendly environment. It’s annoying, to say the least. I can’t dump my work off on someone else and call off because my dog’s puking or the cat has diarrhea. Ehhh, that’s all I really want to say on this topic.

In the last year or two, our childlessness has become (even more of) a point of interest at family functions. The longer we went without having a kid, the more I expected this to start coming up, and the last get-together on my dad’s side was kind of what I’d been dreading since we made The Decision. It seemed like we got The Question more than we had at past functions. In the past, since we hadn’t really talked about it, I’d say we didn’t know, hadn’t discussed it, blah blah blah.

I don’t know what Dave usually told them, but this time around, his idea of deflecting the question was to tell people that he was going to make me have 10 kids. I was NOT amused, as this continues giving them the idea that the children are coming. It seemed like I heard him say it a million times, but I’m sure it was only two or three times. Point being, they’re really starting to notice, and have no qualms about asking us.

To read about other invisible and childfree views, go check out Purple Women & Friends. Teri’s got a whole bunch of links for you!

And so it begins

November 11, 2007

I know it’s winter, despite what the calendar says. I know because my hair stands on end when I pull my hood down, I shock the dog if we’re standing on carpet, I’ve switched from my Bath & Body body wash to my super-dry-skin Oil of Olay wash, and I have to put lotion on my hands to keep the skin from splitting.

I’m going to have to clear things away from the vents in my sewing room asap so I can turn the heat on back there. That room & my bathroom aren’t on the heating/cooling system with the rest of the house. The sewing room has its own system, and the bathroom has a heat fan in the ceiling.

Not only do I have projects to finish, but the animals’ food and water, and the cats’ litter box, are in that room, and they like to just hang out back there. I don’t want to sew in a freezing room, but more importantly, I don’t want them to have to hang out in a freezing room. Yes, yes, I know they have fur, but what’s wrong with wanting them to be warm?

On a completely unrelated topic, on Nov. 15 a bunch of people, including myself, will be posting about being “Invisible and Childfree.” There will be links to these posts at Purple Women & Friends. If you would like to participate, just e-mail Teri at Purple Women with the link to your post, so she can include you in the list.