I'm feeling good, or at least I have over the last 2 days. I've tried my best to take it easy. I will not be vacuuming for the near future, since that seemed to set me back. I've had little to no cramping over the last few days. No spotting since Monday evening. I was worn out yesterday, but that could have been from the bad day on Tuesday that I had. Now, I hope I didn't just jinx myself.
Also, I think I should send TB to camp more often. He came back a different kid. He is so much more respectful and doesn't get mouthy with me as much.
We got KG enrolled in preschool. I need to go and get her school clothes this weekend. I also need to start getting school supplies for the boys and myself. WOO HOO for school starting in 2.5 weeks!
ETA: Guess I spoke to soon. Nothing like crampiness and a very sore and swollen belly to bring you crashing back to earth. Geesh, I'm sick of this.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Last Week of July...
I told the kids last night to enjoy their last week because starting next week, we are back on school sleep schedule. The boys start football practice on Monday at 8 AM, and they leave on Tuesday for the rest of the week for football camp. They need to get back on a schedule. The girls are going to be in for a shock to their systems with going to bed around 8 in order to get up in time. They will get used to it. I think I might need to go and buy them some black out curtains this weekend.
I'm struggling again with church. I love going once I get there, but it is the getting there part that I'm struggling with. I can think of a million and one reasons why I don't want to go, or why I'm to busy to go. Why I hurt to go. Once you get out of the routine of going, it is very HARD to get back into the routine of going. Last night, we had our camp service. It was really great, and then I got home. All of the joy of the service was gone. It is as if satan is really hammering me with negativity in my life right now. Between the surgery and still have lingering effects from that, and feeling like an outsider at church at times, the desire to go just isn't there. I want some of what TB has to rub off on me. Maybe the feeling like an outsider is my own doing. I never call or text anybody because everybody I know works, and I don't want to bother them when they are home with their families.
I'm on the prowl for a recumbent bike. Walking long distances still bothers me, so I'm thinking an exercise bike might be the way to go. I think I just found one. I will get Hubster to go by tonight to check it out while I'm with KG at dance and flip.
I'm struggling again with church. I love going once I get there, but it is the getting there part that I'm struggling with. I can think of a million and one reasons why I don't want to go, or why I'm to busy to go. Why I hurt to go. Once you get out of the routine of going, it is very HARD to get back into the routine of going. Last night, we had our camp service. It was really great, and then I got home. All of the joy of the service was gone. It is as if satan is really hammering me with negativity in my life right now. Between the surgery and still have lingering effects from that, and feeling like an outsider at church at times, the desire to go just isn't there. I want some of what TB has to rub off on me. Maybe the feeling like an outsider is my own doing. I never call or text anybody because everybody I know works, and I don't want to bother them when they are home with their families.
I'm on the prowl for a recumbent bike. Walking long distances still bothers me, so I'm thinking an exercise bike might be the way to go. I think I just found one. I will get Hubster to go by tonight to check it out while I'm with KG at dance and flip.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
2 posts in 2 days...
Why do you ask? It is because I'm FRUSTRATED beyond belief with the extremely, extremely slow progress of how fast I'm healing from the hysterectomy. I never, ever, never in my wildest imagination dreamed it would be this hard, this painful, and most especially this LONG. Top it all off with a bladder that doesn't want to work properly, if at all, and you have the makings for one very irritated human being. Just when I start to believe that I'm finally on the upward swing of feeling good, if not great, my body tells me to HOLD UP. It isn't time to start celebrating yet.
Today, I decided to go to the store for some grocery shopping even though I woke up not feeling great, but not able to pin point just exactly why I wasn't feeling good. We don't have food in this house, and I'm tired of eating out. It is expensive, fattening, and gross. I was given the all clear on Thursday, so I figure that I will be okay lifting a bag with 12 pounds of sugar in it. Got a little twinge, but I didn't think anything about it. Got to HEB (Love that store) and started my shopping. About halfway through the store KG tells me she has to go to the bathroom, so my mom takes her. I start pushing the cart, and I'm about halfway down the aisle when what decides to happen. I'm hit with such an intense pain, that my knees nearly buckle. I thought I was going to puke right there. I was so queasy. I felt like my insides were going to fall out. I'm sitting here with my feet propped up, with some of the worst cramps imaginable, a belly that looks and feels like I'm 5 months pregnant, feet and legs that are swollen, and stabbing pains in my belly. I'm to the point where I wonder what is wrong with me. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Why in the world did I have this hysterectomy? Did I make the right decision?
If anybody asks from here on out, I'm perfectly fine. I'm doing great. I'm sure nobody wants to hear the truth. You want the truth, then you read here. I will lay it all on the line here.
I rearranged my college schedule. I dropped my chemistry class in exchange for an intro to sociology. It is just so hard for me to go to college in the evening especially if Hubster finds a class to take for 3 months during the fall. He is looking. He only needs 90 more active duty days to get 100% GI Bill instead of the 70% we have right now. He also is going to be gone for 2 weeks in August courtesy of the Navy. He gets another paid vacation to California. He said he wasn't visiting anybody this time.
TB loved camp, and I could tell. He actually talked about it. I'm so glad. I got to looking at his FB page, and he has added a bunch of new friends. They are mainly girls. I'm very lucky to have some good kids. I couldn't be prouder of them.
Today, I decided to go to the store for some grocery shopping even though I woke up not feeling great, but not able to pin point just exactly why I wasn't feeling good. We don't have food in this house, and I'm tired of eating out. It is expensive, fattening, and gross. I was given the all clear on Thursday, so I figure that I will be okay lifting a bag with 12 pounds of sugar in it. Got a little twinge, but I didn't think anything about it. Got to HEB (Love that store) and started my shopping. About halfway through the store KG tells me she has to go to the bathroom, so my mom takes her. I start pushing the cart, and I'm about halfway down the aisle when what decides to happen. I'm hit with such an intense pain, that my knees nearly buckle. I thought I was going to puke right there. I was so queasy. I felt like my insides were going to fall out. I'm sitting here with my feet propped up, with some of the worst cramps imaginable, a belly that looks and feels like I'm 5 months pregnant, feet and legs that are swollen, and stabbing pains in my belly. I'm to the point where I wonder what is wrong with me. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Why in the world did I have this hysterectomy? Did I make the right decision?
If anybody asks from here on out, I'm perfectly fine. I'm doing great. I'm sure nobody wants to hear the truth. You want the truth, then you read here. I will lay it all on the line here.
I rearranged my college schedule. I dropped my chemistry class in exchange for an intro to sociology. It is just so hard for me to go to college in the evening especially if Hubster finds a class to take for 3 months during the fall. He is looking. He only needs 90 more active duty days to get 100% GI Bill instead of the 70% we have right now. He also is going to be gone for 2 weeks in August courtesy of the Navy. He gets another paid vacation to California. He said he wasn't visiting anybody this time.
TB loved camp, and I could tell. He actually talked about it. I'm so glad. I got to looking at his FB page, and he has added a bunch of new friends. They are mainly girls. I'm very lucky to have some good kids. I couldn't be prouder of them.
Friday, July 22, 2011
6 Week Point...Life is Good
I hit the six week check up point of my surgery yesterday. This involved me going to the GYN yesterday for an exam to make sure that everything went back to the correct places. Thankfully everything did. I still have one issue, but we are working on that one. I go back on August 30th to see if further surgery or medicine or something else needs to be done. Nothing like having what is hopefully just nerve damage done that can be fixed or learning to deal with it.
She is also trying to arrange some physical therapy for my hip and back. They have been bothering me since surgery, especially my hip.
I was disappointed in my weight because I had gained 4 pounds, but I'm still less than surgery day. She told me that it was fine. I would lose it. Plus I'm really swollen. I think I'm retaining water, but that has something to do with the problem that I'm having.
TB went to church camp this past week. He comes home today. He also turned 13 yesterday. I can't believe that I'm the mom of a teenager now. From what I've heard, camp was amazing. We had a bunch of youth saved and lots of lives changed. I can't wait to hear about it from TB. Just hoping he tells me about it instead of the one word answers that I normally get. He starts back to football practice on Monday, and then him and KB will be gone for a week the week after that.
KG started gymnastics and dance on Monday. She was beaming, and she loves it. She has her first dance show on October 31. Hubster and I have a meeting with the school we want to send her to for Pre-k next Tuesday. She would be going Monday - Friday from 8-3, and have regular school days and holidays.
I enrolled in college. I'm going to be taking 17 hours. BG is going to a friend's house to stay on the 2 days that I have classes during the week.
Life right now seems to be falling into place very nicely.
She is also trying to arrange some physical therapy for my hip and back. They have been bothering me since surgery, especially my hip.
I was disappointed in my weight because I had gained 4 pounds, but I'm still less than surgery day. She told me that it was fine. I would lose it. Plus I'm really swollen. I think I'm retaining water, but that has something to do with the problem that I'm having.
TB went to church camp this past week. He comes home today. He also turned 13 yesterday. I can't believe that I'm the mom of a teenager now. From what I've heard, camp was amazing. We had a bunch of youth saved and lots of lives changed. I can't wait to hear about it from TB. Just hoping he tells me about it instead of the one word answers that I normally get. He starts back to football practice on Monday, and then him and KB will be gone for a week the week after that.
KG started gymnastics and dance on Monday. She was beaming, and she loves it. She has her first dance show on October 31. Hubster and I have a meeting with the school we want to send her to for Pre-k next Tuesday. She would be going Monday - Friday from 8-3, and have regular school days and holidays.
I enrolled in college. I'm going to be taking 17 hours. BG is going to a friend's house to stay on the 2 days that I have classes during the week.
Life right now seems to be falling into place very nicely.
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