Friday, July 31, 2009

Catching up or maybe not.

After officially putting our house on the market and pushing hard to get this place sold, Seriously Daddy and I packed up the L's and drove them to Grandma and Papa's farm in Iowa. Not because we enjoy treating them like livestock but because they actually like it out there. Plans were that the L's would spend most of June out there and then as a family spend the 4th of July together and then come home. House projects took up most of our time. The garage needed to be painted, the basement needed some work. And the bathroom? Oh, the bathroom. It's still half done except the door has been removed so it's more fun to announce to everyone, "Hey, I'm going to use the bathroom so don't look, okay?" Fun times.

We had a buyer who promptly backed out a few weeks before closing. By then I had given up my Blogher ticket. Waaaa! After throwing a few tantrums, I packed up the dogs and we headed out to Grandma and Papa's to hang with the L's. By that time Papa had admitted that he purchased 4 foals from a neglectful situation and he needed a fence built. Perfect. What makes this even better is the fact that he was leaving for work again the next day and my mom needed to get the rest of the fence built. So after a little sweet talking and bitching, Seriously Daddy drove down and he and I would finish the fence.

About 6 hours into the project, Seriously Daddy set a 6x6x8 up on it's end and it fell full force onto the top of my foot. A trip to the ER diagnosed me with a fractured metatarsal. Crutches, pain pills, ice and elevate. Happy Summer to me! I needed my mom's help with the L's and the dogs so in Iowa we stayed. Seriously Daddy commuted back and forth and such was life.

Fast forward 2.5 weeks.

By this time I'm feeling better, able to do more things and was looking forward to getting home and back into a routine. Eight hours later and we rolled into the Town That Time Forgot. I could barely get out of the car. Thinking that this last 34 years has really taken a toll on me, I shrugged it off. The pain in my calf had to be a cramp. Suck it up and get the kids in bed, right? Yeah, whatever.

Called the doc the next morning and the next thing I know I am diagnosed with Deep Vein Thrombosis and learning how to give myself injections in my belly. Three to six months of blood thinners and constant monitoring is what I have planned for the immediate future. And to top off, I seem to be allergic to one of the medications. Woot.

So I'll have all the time in the world to read and comment on your blogs and to actually attempt to put some meaningful content on this little blog o' mine because most likelyI' ll end up in the hospital.

Hang in there, it should be an interesting ride!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

It's like the Iran Hostage Crisis but...

This is the Brenda Hostage Crisis. Seriously. Instead of a diplomatic crisis between Iran and the United States from November 4, 1979 to January 20, 1981, this is a diplomatic crisis between me and my mother (who from here on out will affectionately be referred to as "The Ayatollah Grandmami) which instead of lasting 2.75 years will likely last 2.75 months.

I'll be back shortly to explain but the Ayatollah is watching. Must find secret WIFI in the middle of Iowa, stat.