Friday, August 5, 2016

2 Funerals, 2 Projects, And A Trip To The ER,

I'm trying to catch up with life that decided to sprint ahead. It's like it totally forgot I don't sprint. Or run. I was mom taxi for a few days while we got the guys' car taken care of because it decided it needed a new fuel pump. At least the guys' paid for it, and extra bonus the key getting stuck is now no longer a problem. This means the only time my taxi services are needed is when Nicholas has an opening shift. Like tomorrow.

But we made it through Grandma's funeral. We opted not to go over to Grandma's house as everyone picked through her stuff like a bunch of vultures. I get it, I really do, but it's so hard to see how final death is and how little regard some people have for someone's stuff. My mom was really upset by the whole thing and if she was upset, I'm super glad I wasn't there.

She feels like I didn't get anything, I disagree. Grandma got me started cross-stitching, and I just used that skill to make some Star Wars baby bibs for one of Fred's co-workers that made her day. Stuff like that - that's what I hang onto. I'm okay without her stuff. Besides there were a few cousins that were ready to go to blows over things. Not worth it.

Then the weekend after that, another one of Fred's co-workers died of cancer. That was a much harder funeral to go to. I didn't know her at all but she was only in her early 30s. I got to meet some more of Fred's co-workers. Nice to put some names to faces.

I did the cross-stitch project right smack dab in the middle of stripping all the paint off the cabinets because I'm not very bright at times. Scraping paint by day and collapsed on the couch stitching by night.

Such a glamorous life I live.

I am so thankful for Pinterest because I pretty much winged it on the bibs and they turned out cute. I had to make a card, so I blew the dust off of my scrapbook stuff and actually made a a bb8 out of a lot of circle punches. I'm not sure if I should be proud of that or just go sit in the nerd corner. I was told she was so happy she almost peed herself. That's certainly a new one for me.

I am going to leave off I had to have reading glasses over my regular glasses because I couldn't see the squares very well. I'll just say I was super exhausted and see if you buy that excuse. Ahem!

The cabinets - that paint was hiding a whole lot of ugly. Got all the tan stuff off easy-peasy. Underneath all that was navy blue for the base and burgundy for the doors. That navy didn't want to come off. But we used this Citrus Strip stuff and it was awesome. I'm not paid to say that, the stuff works wonders. The sides of these cabinets underneath the paint was just a wood sticker, so we're adding wood on the sides. The wood is pretty beat up, so looks like we're going to have to do a Rust-oleum kit where you paint the cabinets, glaze it to bring out the wood grain, and then seal it.


I'm both looking forward to this project and dreading it.

I'm still pretty weak because earlier this week I ended up in the ER with a ruptured cyst. Just another joy of having PCOS - the cysts can explode. Who knew? And, of course, all this had to happen during a crazy busy week. The pain was unbearable, and I threw up everything I thought about eating...for the next month. Needless to say, a trip to the ER was going to happen. Thankfully, I know a guy who works at a hospital and we were hustled in real quick and taken care of. I had no bleeding so no surgery was needed, because I seriously do not have time for surgery. Nor do I want to pay for that especially since we got a whooper of a bill to fix my Blazer.

It has been an interesting week to say the least.

The funny part was after several tests, the Dr. said well you're not pregnant and Fred and I gave each other a high-five. He wasn't expecting that reaction. I truly hope Fred doesn't have to see that Dr. again especially since I had to have a pelvic exam. Can you imagine that Christmas party? Hey, how's your wife? Talk about a roomy hoo-hah.

At this point in the blog, I would like to blame all the medicines they have me on, but I think we all know I'm like this all the time.

I feel kind of bad. All this time I've been giving George the angry uterus the bum rap, but it might be Lulu the weepy ovary that has caused George to be so angry. I'm not sure. At one point they thought the ovary was twisting and untwisting. It's a good thing they already gave me the anti-nausea meds, because I was ready to blow more chunks at that point. I got the whole go on birth control pills as that will slow down the growth of the cyst. Not stop them, slow them. So exploding cyst are par for the course. They don't believe me when I say that I make Cruella DeVil look like Mary Poppins when I'm on bc.

The good news is this isn't life threatening unless there is internal bleeding. The bad news is it hurts worse than childbirth. I was given serious kudos for not passing out. Go me. Way to be super tough. The reality is I would have liked to pass out but I was too busy throwing up at the time.

I don't feel very tough. I'm wiped out. I almost needed a chair yesterday when I was cooking dinner. I think I might be able to just chill all next week which is good because after that should be when we're tackling the cabinet project. Oh happy day.

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