Sunday, May 30, 2010

What Happened to My Break??

I have been a horrible blogger and I apologize.
As I entered my second week of recovery from surgery, I started work at the YMCA. Did they slowly add me to the schedule? No. 30 work hours later...I'm relaxing in my chair.

This has been such a long week and I still don't have all my energy back so I have been thoroughly exhausted all week...

At least I can sleep all day tomorrow. I'll need it what with my 25 hour work week next week AND starting summer school. Why, oh why did I not take the summer off of school?? Agh!

Tomorrow, I will remember Jacy. Not just because she is now in Heaven, but because she died on Memorial Day. Years later, I still remember that horrid day like it was yesterday. Jacy was my brother's girlfiend. She was leaving our house on Memorial Day and was struck by a drunk driver, killing her and her father. The grieving process for her family and our family was long and hard. Jacy was only 17 at the time--it was so hard to see somebody that young die. I had only seen older people die before that day. She didn't even get a chance to live her life...therefore, I try to live my life to the fullest...for both of us.

Instead of mourning her death, I have chosen to be positive. One more year of celebrating the short life she lived. Here's to you Jacy!

Friday, May 21, 2010

"My Murse Gave Me Norphine"

I'm finally starting to feel better from my surgery. I'm still extremely sore though and being active for more than a few hours at a time kills me. I just have to keep those tabs comin every few hours. lol.

Some highlights of my surgery you may get a kick out of:

1. General Anesthesia BURNS...I remember flailing my arms and legs and screaming through an oxygen mask while they were holding me down in order to put me to sleep. lol

2. When coming out of General Anesthesia, you feel very queasy. And upon telling a nurse you feel nauseous, you very likely will throw up on her. Twice.

3. Upon hearing "Procedure Unsuccessful" from one of the surgeons, as you are waking up, you will sit up and say "surgery WHAT??" and then proceed to go hysterical.

4. You do not like to be touched after surgery. Right as I was getting doped up on morphine, a nurse was ripping tape off my arm and messing with my IV, so I ripped my hand away from her and yelled "don't touch me." lol

5. Murses (male nurses, as I explained to Andrew while doped up) are sent to handle you if nurses can't. Upon which time they will give you morphine and proceed to trip on all your cords, making you scream in pain. He told my mom and brother that they sent him to deal with me because he had a military background. I think the nurses were just too chicken to deal with me. lol

6. You will be ready to get up after 8 1/2 hours of surgery and 6 hours of bed rest. That is way too long to lay still. When you are allowed to get up at 11:20 and your nurse is MIA until 11:45 you will, once again, go hysterical.

7. The little pink pain pills they give you do NOTHING for you. You better tell them to pull out the tabs or, even better, morphine!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

T Minus...

This time tomorrow night I will be cramming my mouth with food because I won't be able to eat after midnight. Dumb fasting for surgery. I'm not like those pretentious "perfect" girls...I LIKE food! lol. Fasting is like torture. Might as well take my Coach purse away jk.

I'm beginning to get nervous about the surgery. I honestly don't think anything will go wrong but there's always that fear in the back of your mind. I just wish it was over already...

Think of me while I'm being tortured Tuesday morning...

Thursday, May 13, 2010

One Needle Down...

I got my second echocardiogram done today. In case you don't know (which I didn't before I got my first one), it's an ultrasound of your heart. It's pretty cool to see.

Then I convinced them to do my lab work today in order to space out my needle for getting blood drawn and my catheter needle and IV needles. ha ha. I HATE needles.

I went to the bathroom five minutes before I was told I was supposed to pee in a cup. OOPS...ha ha. Luckily, my overactive bladder worked to my advantage for once. lol.

On a brighter note, I got a job!! I'm so excited!
It's an easy job too!
I will be working at the Chickasha YMCA 3 days a week and working at the YMCA pool 4 days a week (for a total of 25 hours a week). It's going to be a GREAT summer :). After I get past Tuesday, that is...ha ha

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Time for Change

One of my friends recently started a challenge to herself, she called it "Physically Smaller, Spiritually Stronger."

She is giving up all sweets and refocusing her attention on strengthening her relationship with God. This challenge intrigued me. I have been wanting to lose some weight (nothing major, just a few pounds), and have thought about doing the Jillian Michael's videos. However, I fear I will lose motivation and momentum after my surgery. I don't want to spent the money buying the videos if I'm going to quit using them.

So...I think I'm going to take Courtney's challenge and run with it. With minor changes, that is. If you know me AT ALL, you know I couldn't survive without sweets. Therefore, I think my "physically smaller" portion of the challenge will be directed more towards exercising. I'm going to allow myself two sweets a day (ice cream, candy, etc...) and refocus all other cravings towards my relationship with God (pray, read a scripture, etc...). Then I plan to do some form of exercise every day.

By the end of the summer (more specifically, when I leave for Jamaica), I hope to be slimmer, healthier, and closer to God.

Monday, May 10, 2010

My Favorite Time of Year is Here

I LOVE tornado weather!!

This may be due to the fact that Oklahoma is in tornado alley...
This may be due to the fact that growing up, instead of taking cover we ran outside to try to spot the tornado...
This may be due to the fact that I am a true Okie (loving tornadoes is a MUST to be an Oklahoman) can't be freaked out by the slightest change in weather...until you SEE the tornado it is not time to take cover...

While I was at OC, there were several nights of tornado weather when "foreigners" (people from outside of Oklahoma) were spazzing out thinking they were going to die and us Okies were just laughing. Oh the memories...ha ha

I have a feeling I will continue to love tornado weather for the rest of my life...or until I get sucked up by one of them...whichever comes first :)

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Blast From the Past

I forgot, I had to retake the ACT today (which also added to my need to go Coach shopping).
When I graduated high school, I thought I would NEVER have to take it again. But alas, I had to retake it to apply to DH school next year because the last time I took it was over four years ago.

It sucked....I felt dumb...but I pulled through with a pretty legit score! Go me!

Coach Makes Everything Better!!!

The Surgeon finally called yesterday to say they scheduled my cardiac ablation for May 18th...a mere two weeks away!

I wasn't scared until people started telling me horror stories of the catheter slipping and causing internal bleeding and needing pace makers because of the surgery...blah, blah, blah....

For future reference, DON'T, under any circumstances, tell someone who is about to undergo surgery a bad story about said surgery. That's like telling someone who is about to have a baby that labor will make their bladder rupture or someone who is about to have their gallbladder removed that the surgeon will accidentally remove their kidneys. ha ha.

Instead, you should tell them positive things...for instance: "That surgery is a piece of cake--they do it all the time" or "Only like 1% of those surgeries actually go bad."

For real, think about it...

Well, I've been thinking about it and I'm not scared of the surgery--just the needles. I have to go in the 17th for lab work (which means AT LEAST one needle prick); then I'll have to get an IV put in on the 18th (which will give me my happy drugs so that one's not TOO bad); finally I will have a giant needle (catheter) shoved up an artery in my groin and fed to my heart where it will then freeze off my extra tract, only to be jerked out of my body. Which means a whopping 3 needles (AT LEAST)...way too many for my liking...

So what did I do to manage my fear of needles/disappointment of not getting accepted to Rose?
I bought a beautiful Coach bag! Duh! What'd you think?
I didn't get the one I originally wanted, but I fell in love with this one.

Coach=Happiness :)
Pink Coach=Love

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Life Goes On...

Well...I got my letter from Rose State on Saturday...
it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but it is what it is...

Life goes on.
I just gotta resort to my back-up plan (I was gonna say Plan B, but decided against it...ha ha).