So much going on...

and so little time.  Hubster was contacted via email a few weeks ago about a job in a different city.  When I mean a different city, we are talking 300 miles away different city.  He ignored it at first because he hadn't applied for it.  Then they started calling him.  He decided to give it a look to see what it was about.  Some headhunters found his resume online, and he matched the criteria that the company was looking for.  We talked about it some and decided that he should go ahead and fill out an application.  It never hurts to talk to them.  He goes Saturday for a job interview.  This job is more money than he is making now.  It has wonderful benefits, and it has a chance for advancement.  All of the things he doesn't have now.  It would require us to pick up and move though 300 miles away into a place I have zero desire to live in, but I am willing to do it if it is God's will.  We have been praying for guidance on this, and that if this isn't God's will that the door for this opportunity would be firmly closed.

I wish at times I could go back to when the boys were little and do things over, but I can't.  I started a bedtime routine with the girls a few months ago where I read them a Bible story and say a prayer with them.  Over the last few weeks, the girls have gotten in on the action of saying a prayer themselves.  BG still recites a little prayer, but KG is praying her own.  She prays for her friends and her family.  It makes me smile and warms my heart.  I'm trying to train these kids up in the way that God wants us to.  I pray for their protection and His guidance in their lives.  I never did this with the boys because we didn't go to church when they were small.  Oh, how I would love to go back and do it all over again.

I'm always amazed at how God puts people in your life.  He always knows what you need.  Last week I had a friend in need.  I didn't know this at the time.  I just knew that I needed to contact her to find out how she was doing.  She needed a sounding board.  God knew it, and He placed it on my heart to contact her.  It just reinforces to me that He always takes care of us.  Always.

I really need to get back to my school work.  I have an essay to write on Roman and Gothic churches.  Oh boy, doesn't that sound like fun.  I'm still trying to figure out why in the world I decided that I needed to go back to school now.

Recap of the last couple of weeks...

Well, lets see...I'm still having headaches at least one a day, but usually they last for either a few minutes or a couple of hours.  They are just weird.  I have an appointment on March 7 with a new neurologist.  Thankfully my MRI and MRA came back clear, so I don't have any blockage, leaky vessels, or masses in my brain.  I decided yesterday that I'm just going to have to learn to deal with them for now.  Otherwise I'm never going to leave the house ever again.  I'm still very leery of driving any great distance, so I will stick close to home.  Was diagnosed with painful bladder syndrome on Wednesday.  Have to take medicine for 4 months, and I was supposed to have physical floor therapy for 7 weeks.  I nixed that when I found out it was $63 per visit.  Yeah, don't think that is going to happen.  I might do it as we get closer to our catastrophic cap which we are over half way there now thanks to a bunch of tests on my head.  Otherwise, things are going okay.  Just get extremely tired with these headaches.

I'm thinking of starting a new section called Bellisms.  That is our 3 year old, and she comes up with some of the funniest things.  They must of had some service at church last night because the girls were asking lots of questions about Jesus and heaven.  We were explaining as best as you can with a 3 and 4 year old that you have to have Jesus in your heart.  BG ended up telling us that Jesus was in her heart, and then promptly started saying ow, ow, ow stop that your hurting me.  What this child comes up with.

Not much else going on right now.   I'm hating my college courses with a passion.  I despise them.  I struggle with them, and I've never struggled with learning before.  Maybe I really am to old to go back to school.

Let me count the ways I love my children...

First off they keep me laughing like no other.  Nothing can crack me up faster than my kids.  My daughters love helium filled mylar balloons.  That is what they ask for when we go to the store.  Not candy, not toys...mylar balloons.  Last night we had to go to Target to pick up my prescription, and BG took her heart shaped Dora balloon with her.  My girls like to use the clip that keeps these balloons from floating away as hair accessories.  Picture a balloon floating 3 feet above a little blonde headed girls head that is clipped to her hair.  We are leaving Target last night, and BG is running through the parking lot (I was with her.  No cars were in the vicinity) yelling the monster is going to get me and cracking up laughing.  She was pretending her balloon was the monster.  I love these kids.

We went to eat supper last night, and I had memories lapses.  Hubster told me that I kept putting chips into the hot sauce, but I don't remember doing any of that.  It is scary.  I looked down at one point, and I had 3 chips in the hot sauce. There isn't anything wrong though.  Not a thing.  It is all just migraines.  I just want some answers that is all.  I want to know what is going on.

Birthday Week

Last week was my birthday week.  Some people are lucky enough to get to have the whole week devoted just to them.  I'm not one of them.  My birthday was on Saturday.  Hubster ordered me a cake and had 20 of our friends and family meet for my birthday at a local steak house.  I ended up with lots of scrapbooking stuff and a new mountain bike.  Now, I just need to have a place to ride it.  My birthday was wonderful, and I loved having all of my friends and family there to celebrate it with me.  

Last Wednesday was the first of 3 tests on my bladder.  I swear I will never say that I have issues ever again even if I do.  The test was awful.  I had another test today, and that one I got an instant diagnosis of interstitial cystitis.  At least I know that I'm not a complete hypochondriac or nut job and there is really something wrong. After a while as your body stops doing what it is supposed to be doing, you start to wonder if this is all in your head.  I have the biopsy on my bladder next Wednesday, and they said we will go from there with a plan of action.  

I had my MRI on my head last Thursday.  Met the neurologist on Monday.  I did NOT like him at all.  He told me that I was there only to be told that nothing was seriously wrong and not for relief.  Thankfully the MRI didn't show any abnormalities, but he can't explain the blackouts or the sharp pains in my head.  Everything else he chalked up to migraines.  You know the migraines I have had for 20 years, and that he refuses to treat.  He told me that I haven't had a migraine long enough to be treated.  Even though five weeks of headaches coming and going mostly coming aren't long enough.  He refused to even prescribe migraine medicine for me.  He did order a MRA to make sure that I don't have a slow bleed in my brain.  I go for that on Thursday.  I talked to my primary today about the neurologist.  They couldn't believe he did that to me, so we came up with a new plan.  I will go ahead with the MRA, and have the place fax them over a copy of the report also.  On Monday, they will call and get me an appointment with a new neurologist that I have heard nothing but glowing things about.  Here I was thinking I would want to change primary doctors.  Not after this.  They have been great advocates for me.  At least I know that there isn't any masses in my brain.  (I did see the copy of the MRI)  

Other than the fact my body is falling apart, life around here has been pretty sweet.  The kids are doing good.  Hubster is still liking the job.  I hate my college courses with a passion, and I've really struggled with them because of the headaches.  I just keep telling myself that this too shall pass in a few years.  I just have to keep plugging along, and eventually I will get through this.