God Has JOKES.... Great Boy Adventures by Spen2s Mom
Monday, December 2, 2013
Shake it Shake it Shake it dont stop!
The Miracle of Birth
Saturday, August 3, 2013
KID FREE does not equal STRESS FREE
Spen2 spent the night at my sisters (you know, the RN?? Cheryl Wilson)... because he was out late with friends at Kings Island and got dropped off there at 10:30pm. He awakens with an EARACHE... huh? This kid is a healthy as an ox...unless there's something big going on... guess what? There's something BIG going on. You see, he'd been invited to go on vacation to Lake Sunapee in NH with a friend from school. Eight days on the lake boating, fishing, swimming... just paradise... flight leaves at 1:30pm...TODAY. The NURSE suggests we take him to the doctor --to be safe. I'm at work. My mother takes him to the doctor ... he's put on antibiotics as a precaution and given ear drops...he's going to be okay... MAY have infection but he can fly...its all good. Mom gets him on the drugs right away... I pick him up last evening...he's OK...he says it still hurts but otherwise he feels fine. Feed him, medicate him, put him to bed for a good nights rest. He's going to be great in the morning, right? WRONG! Wake him up at 7 to give him the meds so he can lay back down after... HES in P-A-I-N.... he's in tears...he tells me I need to call the family he's going on vacation with and tell him he cant make it.... Did I mention that THEY picked up ALL of the expenses.... YIKES...that's horrible. BUT if I send him and he gets worse, I'm going to be on an expensive last minute flight to New Hampshire to get my boy.... Where is New Hampshire anyway...can you drive there? Is it an island? Don't you have to take a boat to get there? Anyway. I don't even have time to go all Granny Clampitt and make an Onion Poultice....or a Garlic paste... I call the doctor. He's not panicked until I remind him that he has a FLIGHT...and I am not even going on the trip. LONG STORY SHORT.... ER at Children's Hospital Liberty Township is the BOMB! Dr. Bradley Jacksons Pediatrics is the BOMB...Drugs are AMAZING... The family he is travelling with is THE BOMB.... I am going to take a nap...then I am going to post KID FREE WEEK is the BOMB... maybe a nap and some anxiety medication.. THANK YOU GOD... cant believe another miracle healing pulled off!
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Nap Time
Spen2: I could always stand a nap
Me: NOT true... you NEVER took naps as a baby/toddler/little person.... as a matter of fact you Dropped out of a pre-school after ONE day because of their napping policy.
Spen2: Oh yeah, I remember that.
So here's what happened y'all. I did all of this research and finally found a pre-school that I thought worthy of my boy and his talents. We (his daddy and I) decided that he needed PRE SCHOOL and not daycare. I take him for a "trial day"-- a few hours...the boy says he likes it.
I take him for his first day of "school"... Drop him off. He's having a blast! Loves the place....until... NAP TIME... they tell him its nap time...screech..... Drop the Mic
He says "I don't take naps"
They tell he has to...he tells them
"No, I will just go home then... Call my momma"...
They refused to call me.... From that moment on, he was DONE with the place. My mother picks him up at 3:45 (SHE decided that 3:30 was long enough --even though I paid for the WHOLE DAY)... She asks if he had fun. In front of the Director of the Pre-School and all of his little friends he made before naptime, he says "I not go back"
He was 3yrs old. Told his grandmother he wasn't going back, because he didn't like it. His grandmother... my feisty mother... calls me-- on my job --and tells me that I need to find another option because he "doesn't like it"...seriously? Since when is he the boss??!...
So, I get home. He tells me he's not going back. I tell him he IS in fact going back. We go around... I think he gets it. He then proceeds to tell me that they don't do "Sh@T" at the school. I said... did you just say "sh@t"? He looks at me WAY too innocently and says... yes. I said "where did you learn that word?..."they taught me at SCHOOL".... This kid is BRILLIANT...but, I didn't fall for it. I tell him I don't care if they taught him that word or not...he was, in fact, going back, because I had paid my money. If he said the word again he was going back with a sore behind.
Think he gave up there? Oh no. This was not long after we had FINALLY weaned him off of the pacifier (which he called a Ba-Ba).... A few minutes later he proceeds to tell me that he didn't like the place because they made him take a nap and suck a Ba-Ba.... RIGHT!!! He made all of that up... This is when I started realizing that he might be a genius and I needed to be on full alert at all times. "Spencer, are you saying they made you use a pacifier?" "yes, I told them I didn't want to, but they said I was a Baby and needed one"...
Yep, that happened. So you want to know how it turned out??... well, HE won....HOW? I want you to know to this day I haven't figured out how he did it, but somehow, that night he spiked a fever of 103... he was fevered...with NO other symptoms (except lethargy) for THREE DAYS... that's Tues/Wed/Thur...then you have to be fever free for 24 hrs in order to go back to school.... that took care of the week.
On Thursday MY grandmother calls me and tells me that I need not take that baby back to that school if he hated it so much that it made him sick.....
Yeah, that happened!
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
The Clank Heard Round the World
17 Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord. 18 For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends.
Ok so i think I know what this means. Do not be "cocky" unless you do it in th lord. Everything you do is not you but The Lord showing favor and blessing in you. Lord thank you for all you do. Thank you for strength health and extra like brilliance and athletisim. I can't do what I do without you and there's no way I can make it without you. We want to pray for the entire healing of uncle John and to keep the family healthy and brilliant. In Jesus name amen from spen2
Its Been a While
So what happened to me since my last post..... Holy mackerel, what didn't happen! I will eventually go back and catch you all up on the in between stuff, some of which was quite amusing..... But, for now, how about I just cover the last couple of weeks.
Right after Memorial Day I found a green pea sized lump in my left breast. No biggie, I have fibrocystic breast. I find a lump, I call the amazing Dr jennifer Manders, she gets me in, does an ultrasound, says its a cyst, asks if its bothering me a lot. If I say yes, she aspirates, if I say no, I go home. Simple.
Not this time.
This time, its solid. Insert sad face. This time we need to do a needle biopsy. Insert titanium clip... Okay, that is uncomfortable, I leave with what looks like a cast on my left breast. Call back in a week.
A week goes by. I forgot to call back, because I've done this a few time. Then I get a call. Well , Jackie, this is a little different "atypical lobular hyperplasia". We need to do an excisional biopsy. We need to get it out to make sure there is nothing sinister hiding behind it. I'm at the hospital on Tuesday, let's do it then.
Okay. Will I need to take the day off of work?.... Seriously, that is what I asked. She suggested that I be really good to myself and take the following day as well. Awesome, good idea, I can take Spen2 and his boyz to Kings Island..... I'm psyched!
Days later the hospital calls, they tell me I need to have pre-op testing. 'Oh no, I'm just having a biopsy."
"Right, a lumpectomy, I see that. We will need for you to have a physical none the less"
OK...side note, I've been avoiding my PCP for a couple of years since he challenged me to lose 10 pounds....
I go in for the pre-op on a day when my doctor is on vacation. His partner doesn't even touch me. That is my kind of doctor! He doesn't ask about my weight. He doesn't make a note. He signs off on the paperwork while telling me about the boyscout camp he's going to lead the next week. Done. He doesn't even ask if I have any questions.
That afternoon the hospital calls back and gives me instructions. Don't eat after midnight-- who does? Don't take any aspirin for a week--- too late! Be at the hospital at 7am---huh? My procedure isn't until 9.... We need to get you prepped and changed. Who will be driving you home? --- uh, ME. Oh no way. You will be put into a twilight sleep via anesthesia, you will not be permitted to drive for 24 hours----me, calculating what time we can leave for Kings Island...OK, my sister or my mother, probably. Ms Boyd, you will be required to have a driver to be released----okay okay, I got it.
I arrive at the hospital on the day of the procedure to a flurry of activity. Take off your clothes--- you mean my shirt and bra? No, all of your clothes, shoes, jewelry, hair clips..... anything removable in your mouth-like a retainer? No.. Anything removable in your eyes---I'm giggling, picturing Sammy Davis Jr popping his eyeball out at this point.
The anesthesiologist arrives and sees the IV is active (which I figure was for fluids) and asks if I would like something to help me relax----do I look tense? Me--No, but how about some coffee?!
The amazing Dr Manders arrives. I immediately inform her that all of these people are acting like I am having"real" surgery. She asks what I think I am having.... My response.."a procedure"... "What ever makes you happy, Jackie".
I figure I may have insulted her a little. Not considering this as "real" surgery, discounted her status as a "real" surgeon. This lump was the size of a green pea. She's going to take something like an exacto knife make a quarter inch slit, pop it out and off I go!
So, I roll into the OR wide awake.... Look around and there are 12 people in the room!
"Who are all of these people??????". They all started speaking at once. One person is putting some inflation devices on my legs....I know what these are for....
"Hey, geez, how long are you expecting me to be in here?"
"Do you all realize that you are all speaking at once? I can't understand..". And OUT.....that's the last thing I remember.
An hour later I awaken with a three inch wound, another boob cast and one big Dolly Parton boob.
Let's just say the next day was not spent at Kings Island.