Thinking Twice

Today was my first and maybe the last doctor appointment of the new year. I have had these sore hands for along time and recently my middle finger, on the right hand, has what is called "trigger finger." Plus my thumb on the left hand was, so I thought jammed, while pulling my blankets up over my shoulders 4 months ago.

So today I went to see the doctor who fixed my broken arm. I still have tennis elbow. My arm and wrist are so sore that it was hard to hold 6 week old Kate. Dr. Britt decided that I need therapy, again, for my right elbow, nothing can be done for the sore right arm and wrist, thats due to the 2 year old break. He suggested a steroid shot in the thumb and finger. And xrays of both hands, the wrist, and elbow.

This is were I began to think twice about seeing doctors ever again. The steroid shots in my fingers hurt so bad but I have a high pain tollerance so I can handle it. Right? Wrong!!!!
While at the hosiptal the thumb started hurting and hurting. Tears were ready to flow. My poor thumb was swelling. I couldn't let it below my heart or it throbbed like a dickens.

So the smart thing to do was stop by the doctors office on the way to my car and ask if this is normal. Dr. Britt said it will feel better in a few days. As he holds the tip of my thumb and wiggles it back and forth, the tears rolled along with some sounds that resembled me blubbering. Yes I cried! It hurt so bad. There was only one thing to do.

I went home tried ice, not working, took a pain pill, not working, got in the hot tub which was at 105 degrees, better, but to hot to stay in very long. Took another pain pill and went to bed. After a nap and another 3 hours the swelling was down. Now only one thing could make me feel better. Shopping. Yes, I went to Walmart. I am almost back to normal.  

2012 Yes It Is!

This year I hope will bring about some positive changes in myself. No. I am not starting any New Years Resolutions. I have just been working hard on changing myself. I carry my heart on my shoulders and find it gets hurts way to easy and usually for the wrong reasons. I have also found that turning sixty has come with some health issues that I don't want so its time, past time I might add, to make some changes.

I have started 2012 almost 25 lbs lighter. I plan on another 25 by July. As for the weight on my shoulder, well, its time to live for myself. i spend way to much time trying to please others at my own expence. Don,t get me wrong I enjoy doing for others. I just have to do it for the right reasons. And not wxpect anything in return, even though its nice to recieve once in a while.

This year I want to put more into becoming one with Ed. I almost lost him in 2011 to a heart attack. We have so much to accomplish before either of us leaves this earth. So, we are concentrating on each other more. We are still in the paper work stage but we are going to be temple workers. It will be so nice to serve the Lord together. We started unofficially in December. It has been a real blessing already.

so as you can see I have my work cut out for me. changing oneself is hard. I have given my children wings, and boy did they fly, now I will fly (a little higher and freely. Welcome 2012!!!

Life

I sit at my computor crying. My Uncle has lived with grandpa, and grandpa lived with us. So Perle has been a part of my life since I was born (and some would say that was along time ago (and it was). So why would that bring tears, maybe the long time ago could do it, but Perle has basal cell carcinoma. He has had this for six years and his gaurdian saw fit to treat it with herbs only. He did take Perle to the doctor but the doctor wanted to cut it out and put a skin graph on it. His gaurdian said no, for Perle likes to pick at his sores and thus could have 2 sores to pick at. So after six years, a cancer, basal cell carcinoma, the easiest to cure has become aggressive.
Today Perle is staying with me untill the doctor calls for him to meet them at Carle Hospital in Champaign to remove his left eye, part of his nose, his palate, his lip, and part of his cheek bone. A 12 hour plus surgery to save his life. If his gaurdian does not change his mind Perle will come home with me from the hospital and I will care for him as he heals and then through his radiation.
Perle is part of my parents. I grew up with mom and dad, grandpa and Perle. Even though Perle has mental retardation, he is my Uncle. I love him so much. I feel guilty that I did not speak up sooner and get him help. Now he may die from this and I can't deal with it. I try to put him in Gods hands. I just can't stand the thought of losing the last of my parenthood. He comes to me and says, "Donna, I don't want to go back. Can't I stay with you. And he can't, my husband says we have plans to go on a mission. I have just retired and I don't want to be tied down." I just want the best for Perle. He is soooo sweet. Anyone that knows him knows what he has gone through in his life. Why does life have to be so hard?

Ants in my Pants!!!

Well, do I have ants in my pants? I love to travel, especially if its to see my family and friends. When Ed and I married we started our marrirage by traveling. I have enjoyed traveling every since. We have been in nearly every state, including Alaska and Hawai. But really, the best has been driving to see my children. Every winter I think of all the things I would like to do around the home and there are plenty of things I would love to do, paint the living-room, sand and varnish the hard-wood floors and tons of yard work. But! I don't see my children enough!! Maybe they think I see them plenty, you would have to check that out with them. I love being in their home, feeling the spirit in their homes. Watching the interactions, listening to the piano practice, having a young grandchild ask me to play. So if you read my last blog you will see I have alot of traveling ahead. Thereare no ants in my pants. I love to travel and while I have the health to do so, I will continue to travel from place to place to see family and freinds. Look out your home may be next on my list!

2011 Really!

Can it really be 2011? I believe time is going by much faster than it use to. Not sure how it happens with all the complaints from the adults. Children even comment that time is traveling so fast. I know time is slipping away. Jared will be 14 this summer and Rachel and Zach will be 13. Even Jackson and Clara will be 2 by this fall. Even Ed will be turning 67 in just a little over a month. Iam still 29 so how is all this happening. The stars must be rotating out of control. At any rate we have started 2011 with excitment. I have a lot of plans for the summer. Trips to Williamsburg, VA.; Charolette, N.C.; Huntersville, N.C.; Seattle, WA.; Holabird, S.D.; and of course LeClaire, IA. And all of this before school starts up in the fall. I still don't see how time can fly so fast. Any way, Happy New Year to All. May God bless you with all you need and a little of what you want.

Where Does Time Go

Oh my! I have been married for 42 years. My son turned 39 years old. How can that be? I am only 29 years old. Really!! I went to girls camp this past week. Surrounded by some 75 girls ages 12 to 18 showed me I was not 29 any more. I can get by the years of marriage and even my own children flying past 29 but these girls were something else. The heat was unbareable, the late "noisey"nights were long and I lost alot of energy. I have been sleeping for 3 days to regroup. The slip and slide down the hill into the mud was fun but my body could only take one trip down. Wisconsin Dells will find me sitting with the babies most of the time.
Truely I tend to think young but my body tells my brain to mind my age for I have little engery. Do you have the problem of too many projects? Well that is how my life is; I want to do all kinds of things that my poor brain tells me to. I am crazy. When I do it any way my body takes revenge. Maybe I am not 29 any more, maybe I need to remember I am going to be 59 years old, boy is that old! I believe you are only as old as you feel, but I don't want to feel 59.

Mothers Day

Mothers day has always been a day to enjoy. I remember making gifts and cards in school for my mom. In my adult years I tried to buy her gifts that would make her happy. Now she has passed on and all I can do is think of her and wish I could see her, talk to her, hug her, and tell her how much I love her. For now those times are gone. I must look at myself as a mother and my daughters as mothers and wonder if I had an influence on their motherhood. I know my mom influenced the way I was a mom, so Iam sure I have influenced my daughters. At any rate another Mothers Day has come and gone. More memories have flooded my heart and I am grateful to be a mom and a grandma. One of the greatest gifts God has given me. Happy Mothers Day, Mom.