They have kept my NS at work for 3 days straight and he will be on duty all day and night tomorrow, too. I haven't seen him since Sunday night because he fell asleep after working out on Monday night and has been at work ever since. Now, I can't see him until Saturday, sometime after I get back from my stepdad's sister's Independence Day celebration. So right now, even though I love what the military does for our country, the Navy sucks;> Sorry for the selfish rant, but it's about the only thing consuming my thoughts right now.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
but here is a silent movie of my J singing the alphabet along with his LeapFrog Fridge toy. By the way, it was nearly bedtime, which is why he kept rubbing his hair like that (he's done that since he was born, literally...the first picture I have of him being taken out of me, his hand is up by his head;>). He picked out his outfit all by himself, too.
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Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 7:58 PM
Saturday, June 24, 2006
I'm recovering from a cold that I got from M, who caught it from my mom while she was catching the stomach bug from the boys;> It's nice to share, right?
NS got the cold from me, so I haven't seen him since Monday afternoon when we went to see The Break-up. Must say the ending was not at all what I expected and kinda ruined the movie for me.
A/C at work seems to be fixed; office stays above 70 all day.
That's my all right now. Hopefully something better will be happening soon;>
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 7:13 PM
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Today, I had an all-day training session at a different building from where I usually work. They have the normal cool temperature there, not the human-popsicle creating one like in my office. Guess what? I was alert today. I didn't feel as though I had to hold my eyelids open by the end of the day (not that I would be able to do that since my fingers would be frozen to my eyelids if I were to try). What else? My stomach felt normal like it hasn't since Sunday. I had a normal appetitite; I ate a snack and lunch and was actually hungry for dinner when I left. It was such an amazing change.
I guess I'll really be able to make a full assessment when I return to my office tomorrow, where the climate is very likely to have not been changed. If it hasn't and I start feeling the same effects, then the electric blanket is definitely going to be the first thing I buy, and I will begin working non-electronically as much as possible and just stay in the breakroom. They simply cannot demand that I stay in my office and torture my body...afterall that isn't going to produce any better work results from me.
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 5:53 PM
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Is there anyone out there that reads danielle's blog? If so, anyone else apprehensive about where she's been? I just hope that she made it to her new job last week and is alright. Her last post is certainly not one that leaves me with a good feeling. I'm afraid to email her and get no response, which would lead me to believe my fears are true. Anyone heard from her?
She posted an update. She started her job and has just been busy adjusting to the new schedule and such. I'm just happy to know that nothing terrible or irreversible happened and that she's on her way to getting back on her feet. I wish her the best of luck and know that she will find that these changes happened for good reasons.
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 7:01 PM
We actually got sent home early from work today because it was too cold. I am finding that my hatred of being cold is my mind's way of keeping my body healthy. Since the arctic freeze has taken over my hallway at work, even more notably in my office, I have not really been feeling well.
I wake up fine. I feel rested enough (as much as I ever do when getting whatever amount of sleep I've gotten). My stomach doesn't ache and twist into knots. All is well...until I've been at work for about an hour.
You see, the heating and cooling system (HVAC for those of y'all that know the term) is being redone as is a lot of the building. Well, they've gotten the new unit installed and hooked up, but the rest of the system, like the controls, are not, which means the options are: on full-blast or off. Being the start of the warmer months, I suppose they reason that on full-blast would be our preference. However, when this puts your indoor temps into the 60s (low to mid, not upper 60s, mind you) and your job involves very little movement throughout the day other than to wander down another hallway to sit in another room for an hour or so only to then return to your office and sit some more, this is not at all comfortable or preferable to having the a/c off for the majority of the day. Most of our complaints are that they should only do this full-blast thing when it is actually starting to get humid or stuffy not just start it up at 9:30 in the morning and run it for three hours, turn it off for an hour, and then run it again until who knows when, not until after I leave is all I know.
You know it is awful when women that have hot flashes are bundling up in sweaters and jackets and scarves and then huddling under a blanket, too. That is not normal. I have noticed that while I sit and freeze, I begin to feel sick. My stomach aches, not with nausea, but like it is being alternately stretched and wrung through a medieval torture device. I get so exhausted that I struggle to keep my eyes open through the end of the day. I come home and feel this way until about 9:30 or so. It's like my body has to expend so much energy trying to maintain it's normal, already on the low-end temperature (which, by the way, I doubt it's really able to do very well) that the rest of my body's functions get out of whack and go to hell for the day...only it happens every day. On the plus side, my appetite is virtually non-existent, so my snacking habits have been put in check and my lunches have been about half their previous size, so maybe I'll be able to hold off on resuming my yogalates workouts to combat the horrible things office jobs do to my body;>
Our days are spent thinking of ways to warm ourselves and finding places in the building that are not being zoned for igloo offices, which there are some...the breakrooms are the best by far;> Little work is accomplished because no one can focus for any significant duration, or remove enough body parts from under the blankets to use a keyboard or mouse. Since the oudoor weather today was rather chilly and rainy thanks to Alberto, it seemed to have been especially cold inside today, which prompted the early release from work.
The sad thing is that this is not expected to let up until the end of the month. I don't know how much more I can endure. I am not warm most of the time; in fact, I expect to be a bit uncomfortable at work during warm-weather months because I dress for that rather than sweating on my ride home (the warmest part of the day) and feeling disgusting by the time I walk through the door so I didn't shiver at work. I think I'm going to have to upgrade...to an electric blanket to keep at my office in place of the soft and fuzzy chenile one I currently use. Such a shame it's come to this.
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 5:51 PM
Friday, June 09, 2006
J has finally kicked the evil stomach virus he had. His poop tonight was quite solid; I don't know when I've been happier to examine poop;> Of course this was a predictable recovery seeing as how he went to the dr. That's always the way it works, right? Once you think it's time to pay the co-payment and see the professionals, you are magically cured of all illness.
I'm anxiously awaiting NS's return from sea. He gets back on Monday...yippee! And he's got a nearly four-day weekend next week, which should be full of major shopping. I'm looking for a house (once I get a mortgage pre-qualification) and he's looking for a car.
I was reading some news stories today and one that caught my eye was about Oklahoma allowing the death penalty for repeat offenders convicted of child molestation. Some people's argument against this is that the death penalty is meant to punish a death, I guess an eye for an eye sort of deal. My problem with that theory is that while I would rather not see the death penalty in place at all (I would prefer another alternative to life in prison, though...I'll post more about my opinion on that if anyone cares), I understand that these states (I believe OK makes five now that are doing this, although none have been enforced yet) that allow capital punishment for these types of crimes are quite aware of the lack of success for rehabilitation with these types of criminals.
We all know that sex offenders shouldn't ever be allowed back into the public because statistics clearly show that they rarely ever manage to control themselves and end up committing the same type of crime again and again until they do escalate it to murder and get a life sentence/death sentence or commit enough crimes in the same area to get consecutive sentences that last a lifetime, but the fact is there isn't enough prison space to accommodate all of them. Have you taken a look at a sex offender registry? It's staggering to see the amount of convicted sex offenders there are, there is no way our current prison systems could ever lock them away as long as they should be, so the next logical step is to kill them off.
I can't say that I'm truly opposed to this step. I understand the kind of damage exposing a child to sex can do, and it isn't really fixable. They live with it forever and just have to learn to cope and get past it, but it always affects them and makes them see things differently and feel things differently and think about things in a different way from people that were exposed to sex once they were capable of understanding it, not to mention in a healthier, more informative way. If we can kill them off and prevent even half of these sex offenders from ever causing that damage to one of their future victims, then it is a justifiable means to an end as far as I'm concerned.
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 6:21 PM
Thursday, June 08, 2006
It seems that every time I've tried to get on here this week has been a bad time for blogger;>
Well, I have been dealing with some sick children for a week now. M started with some vomiting last Thursday night after he went to bed. He seemed a little tired Friday morning but otherwise okay, so I still took them to daycare and went to work (it was the last day of a two-week training I was in, so I really needed to go if at all possible).
After a few hours, daycare calls me and says he threw up again after breakfast and was just not acting like himself. I called my mom, and she was able to pick them up. The training ended early, so I left as soon as it was over when my mom told me that he wasn't doing well and filled the backseat of my car with a fragrant upheaval of the remainder of his stomach's contents. J had spilled some juice on his clothes, so both boys were running around in my mom's shirts...that was pretty cute;>
Saturday morning, J decides that he would like to join in this party M's throwing. So, all day I was spot-cleaning and closely watching faces for signs that whatever had been eaten or drunk was not going to sit well on my little men's tummies. It was a lot of fun, I assure you. On the bright side (I am an optimist;>), they were extremely easy to care for; they were so exhausted from this stomach bug that they laid around all day and slept for three hours at nap time. I got a lot of reading in...book: Company, by Max Barry, given to me by NS as a must-read since I have worked amongst, and currently am in the midst of, corporate companies; I would highly recommend it as well;>
Okay, so we make it through to Sunday. M now has ceased with the vomiting but is now suffering from diarrhea...oh, what joy! J suffers no such ailment on Sunday, nor does he vomit anything. I think we are on the road to recovery!! I don't feel so hot that night, though...
Monday morning, I wake up and feel frighteningly awful. I call in sick to work thinking that if I start puking, I won't be stopping for the rest of the day but will probably be on better terms the next day with some rest. Well, wouldn't you know after a full 24-36 hours of both boys keeping food and liquid safely in their stomachs, J breaks the cycle and vomits while I'm in the shower. M still has diarrhea for the day, and J continues to regurgitate everything that he swallows. Thankfully, M is still lacking some energy even though he is clearly approaching the end of this bug's life, so J and I have a fairly restful day.
I return to work Tuesday; boys return to daycare as well. I assume that J will probably start with the diarrhea based on M's progression of symptoms but figure he'll probably be alright to eat and drink by now. I was mostly right. He had two "loose BMs", which prompts the daycare to call me and let me know that if he has another, he'll need to be picked up...this happens while I'm in the middle of a meeting that lasts from 2-5pm, which is really a relevant meeting for me to attend. I do not get any further calls and pick the boys up at the normal time. We get home, and I feel positively ill. It takes me nearly an hour to heat up some leftovers to feed the boys; I, usually starving by the time I get home, have absolutely no appetite. I spend a great deal of time curled up in a ball on the floor, J providing me company since he's not feeling too great, either, but M, he's totally over this thing and is quite demanding about getting some attention. Poor guy just can't understand that Mommy's not feeling very well just like he didn't feel very well a couple days before. Anyway, in one of the fleeting moments of being able to stand upright and move, I'm sticking stuff in the microwave and turn around to see Big Dog licking up some disgusting substance off the kitchen floor. My first reaction is that he's caught the same damn thing we all have and has thrown up and begun to clean it up...he's a dog, an adopted dog who survived on the streets when he had to, so eating gross stuff is not unusual for him. Upon more careful observation of my surroundings, I realize that J has a sickeningly similar disgusting substance running down his legs (he's just wearing a shirt since he's had the diarrhea and messed up his pants) and onto his shoes. Oh GOD! My child's rectum is leaking that disgusting substance!! I struggle to convince him of the need to change his diaper and finally have to gently wrestle him down to the floor to remove the diaper. He is promptly taken to the bathroom for a good rinse...no amount of baby wipes were going to clean up that mess. Anyway, that is the extent of excitement for Tuesday night. Once I finally managed to get the food heated and in front of the boys, they decided they would like cereal for dinner...whatever, I'm in no shape to care, cereal is far from being the worst thing they could eat for dinner.
Wednesday morning arrives. No incidents in the middle of the night, and everyone seems to be in a decent mood...until I try to offer J some pedialyte. He throws a fit! He launches the cup of pedialyte in my direction, screaming "WATER". While he continues his fit, I leave the room and try to finish getting ready for work. He finally calms down, so I ask him if he wants water and since he respectfully responds that he would, I switch out the pedialyte for water. He throws up a little bit of the cereal he'd eaten that morning. I assume this is because of the horrendous fit he worked himself into more so than the stomach bug recycling. Wrong, oh wrong am I. I get the call from daycare that afternoon that J has had three diarrhea episodes and needs to be picked up since there's been a bug going around ("a bug? no shit! really?!?" is what runs through my mind), so I pick them up...on my way making an appointment with the pediatrician because it doesn't seem like my baby is on his way to recovery even after 5 days. The dr. says that this is something that has a different strain going around every year around the same time; sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't, but it's an immunity builder either way. He gives me a prescription for the vomiting in case it doesn't retreat like it should now that the diarrhea has arrived. M was the text-book case for this thing...two days vomiting, two days diarrhea, and then off on his merry toddling way; I feel so helpless that J can't seem to kick it as easily and there is nothing I can do or give him to make it better. We go home without filling the prescription since I was still assuming, and the dr. agreed, that the morning's retching episode was likely just an isolated incident. Well, J eats some goldish crackers and drinks a bit of water, and his body proceeds to reject these items, sending them back out the way they came in. I immediately pack the boys back in the car and head to Walmart to get the medicine and some more bland, starchy foods as well as some orange Gatorade for myself (I wanted it so badly on Tuesday night when I felt so terrible...that is my sick drink without a doubt). The medicine is a suppository...why?!? What sick kid that's already got stuff leaking out of his butt is keen on letting mom stick something back in it?!? Not mine;> I manage, after a few attempts, to get the thing to stay put without J pushing it back out and wish the boys a good night.
They slept peacefully but didn't sleep in late, which I was half expecting J to do since dr. said the medicine would make him sleepy and the kid was already zapped for energy already. My mom arrived at the apartment this morning to watch the boys for the day so I didn't have to miss another day of work (I still don't have sick time yet, and in order to avoid having to use a personal day, I'm already going to be working through lunch for the next two weeks on top of the lunches I'm not taking this week just to make up the time). J was down to one "loose BM" today and was definitely cashing in some energy reserves tonight, so I think he may be getting better at last. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Sorry to have posted such a long, icky-yucky post...but you're up to speed on my week now;>
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 6:45 PM
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Tuesday night, as I start removing my boys from my car in the parking lot of our apartment building, I get a call from NS. Being as he is on a submarine, this does not happen while he is actually out at sea. Since I don't recall them having any plans to pull into port while they were out, I was very surprised to hear that ring on my phone...and a huge grin, probably goofy-huge, formed on my face as I answered.
He only had a few minutes to talk before he had to go back and finish his work, but he called to inform me that they were in port and would be able to leave the boat from 8-11 that night if I wanted to come by his place to see him while he got new clothes and some more books and other stuff. Seriously?!? Yes;>
So, I get the boys and myself up to the apartment. This needed to be accomplished pronto because a fight had erupted between them over a toothbrush...please don't judge too harshly; yes, they get excited over toothbrushes and books and the alphabet and numbers and shapes; I already know they are likely to be nerds if they inherit my intelligence, but they will be cute nerds, so I'm not worried about it. Once safely inside and having a toothbrush for both M and J to hold, I call my mom to see if she can come over for a few hours so I can go see NS while he's here. She can and does;>
As much as I love email, it was so nice to be able to actually have a face-to-face conversation with him again. Of course, the close physical proximity was necessary for other parts of me in need of care, and I was simply over-joyed that I didn't have to wait until they come back on the 12th to get taken care of;>
This is a pic from my scrapbook of the last day I was pregnant. Skyqueen made the comment about the deja vu pic on the last post about my probably feeling as though my belly was as big as that dragon egg...I believe that pic proves that it wasn't just a feeling;>
I was not a cute pregnant lady. I was enormous (belly and otherwise) and had been on bed rest for over two months. I did not fit into maternity clothes for at least the last month of my pregnancy, not that it was really necessary since I wasn't really permitted to leave the house with the exception of doctor's appointments. That shirt was an XL and clearly did not even come close to fitting. But, I can honestly say that every pound and every inch of that belly doesn't bother me at all because I know it helped bring my boys safely into this world when I was told my goal was to keep them in until 34 weeks so we didn't have to deliver at the hospital with the more advanced neo-natal intensive care unit...just for the record, they were forceably removed 1 day past 37 weeks since no further in utero incubation was necessary;>
Posted by Celebrate Woo-Woo at 6:52 PM