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Just In Case My Life Wasn’t Boring Enough or Further Proof that I’m an Awful Wife October 10, 2009

Filed under: The Handsome Hunk,When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 9:17 am

(This break from The Love Dare brought to you by REAL LIFE)

Early Monday morning about 2 AM:

The Hunk woke up with a stomach ache. He thought maybe he was just hungry so he proceeded to the kitchen for a glass of water. He then was extremely nauseous and had to run to the bathroom. The stomach pain and vomiting continued throughout the night.

I was completely oblivious since I was sleeping soundly as a rock until 6 am when the Blue-Eyed Boy and the Red-Haired Girl awoke. The Hunk then informed me that he had been up all night vomiting and that I needed to get up with the children (normally he gets up with the children while I sleep for an uninterrupted hour of bliss) I was not happy with this, and proceeded to grumble my way out of the bedroom (I’m so sweet aren’t I?).

He got up a little bit later and looked awful. He was running to the bathroom every half hour or so and running a low grade fever, so I figured he had the flu.

It was the Blue-Eyed Boy’s very first field trip for preschool that day and I had already arranged for my sister to watch the Red-Haired Girl. So, I left the Hunk home feeling awful (and desperately trying to find someone to fill in for him at work) and had a blast on the field trip with my boy.

I came home to find my husband not only looking worse but in massive amounts of pain. He kept insisting to me that I needed to take him to the doctor because he was having “the worst pain of his life”. I being the very kind and compassionate wife that I am basically told him to “suck it up” and that he would feel better the next day (I was certain he just had the flu!!!–regular not swine).

Now I must explain a little something here. We have no health insurance for the Hunk and I. We are poor enough that the kids qualify for Medicaid so they are covered, but Medicaid doesn’t cover adults-unless they’re pregnant females or have some sort of medical condition (I know it’s more complex than that, but that’s my quick 2 second explanation). We have signed up for insurance through the Hunks new job, but it’s a NEW job so the insurance wouldn’t kick in for 6 months after his start date. 6 months is November 6th(in case you’re not paying attention Monday was October 5th–perfect timing-no?).

This is why I was willing to leave my poor husband writhing on the couch in pain (and because I’m a horribly unsympathetic wife). I also seriously believed he had the flu and there was nothing a doctor could do. But my husband kept insisting he needed to be seen by a doctor. So, I said “okay, fine, lets go”, thinking that we were just going to waste a couple hundred bucks for the doctor to tell him to go home and rest.

So, around 4:30pm I load the kids into the car, pack the diaper bag full of diapers and clothes and books and toys. Then I practically carry my very sick husband out to the van.

Even though I grew up here, this does not mean that I know where things are anymore (I do have a bad memory and things have changed). So, before we left I did a quick search for an Urgent Care Center (UCC from now on, okay?). There was supposedly one about 6 minutes from our house. 20 minutes later we had yet to locate this UCC. I had remembered seeing a walk-in clinic so we tried there. After carting my children and practically carrying my husband up a huge hill and down a very long hall to the walk-in clinic we were told that they couldn’t see us (because they didn’t have Urgent Care capabilities). Thankfully they told us where the nearest UCC  was and we finally found one right where they said it would be. Unfortunately for my husband this 5 minute drive turned into an hour of lostness–poor guy, he was in A LOT of pain (you’ll find out why in a few seconds).

Thankfully the UCC was empty and they brought us back in about 10 minutes. The nurse asked us questions, took his temperature (99.9). Then she took his blood pressure–160/98. (If you don’t know that is HIGH, but actually one of the lowest ones he will have). They were concerned about this so they were going to recheck him in a little bit. The doctor came in and checked him out -pushing on my Hunks abdomen and looking really concerned (this is when I started to think that maaaaybe he didn’t have the flu). He then said, “I’m thinking it’s probably appendicitis, but I can’t diagnose that for sure here because we don’t have a CT machine so I’m going to have to send you to the emergency room”.

He also said a lot of other stuff, but I was too busy alternating between disbelief, extreme panic, and feeling awful for not believing my husband and for letting him writhe in pain for so long on our couch at home. The Hunk of course was perfectly fine because he had thought that this must be what it is.

His blood pressure at this point: 172/103

So, they give us a map to the closest hospital and call ahead to talk to the surgeon on call, and let them know we’re coming.

We arrive at the hospital around 7:30pm. We had to wait for what seemed like FOREVER. But around 8 they took him back for some blood work and were going to “be right back with him”. Next thing I know I see them wheeling him into the triage area. So, I had to grab a nurse and figure out what was going on.

While I was waiting for that info. My very tired and wore out children were doing remarkably well, and completely oblivious to the fact that their mommy was freaking out and their daddy was very sick. They did have a nice little kid sized table with tons of books for them to play with so that helped a lot. Until the Blue-Eyed Boy toppled his chair over backwards and smacked his head on the hard tile floor. He had a pretty good sized goose-egg on the back of his head for that. And OH DID HE SCREAM. Which didn’t help Mommy’s stress level–especially with the check in nurse glaring at me(probably figuring I was a horribly unfit mother).

Finally get to go back and see the Hunk and he is hooked up to every machine they have because of his high blood pressure. They had also started an I.V. and had given him some Morphine for the pain. We then decide that it would be best for me to take the kids home and put them to bed, and then come back(we live with my sister who was going to watch the children for me, I don’t know what we would have done without her).

When I got back they had pumped him full of morphine and were making him drink this Contrast stuff (which he said tasted REALLY REALLY BAD) in preparation of his CT scan. It was 10:15pm. His labs showed his white blood cell count was up to 21.0 (normal is between 4.0-10.0). Because of this they had him hooked up to an I.V. and were pumping him full of antibiotics.

They were taking his blood pressure every few minutes at this point. The lowest I ever saw it was 165/99 and the highest I saw was 176/106.

The CT scan showed that his appendix was indeed inflamed, and there was some fluid around it. They suspected that it may have already burst, but were going to let the doctor look at it before they decided anything. The reason this is important is because if his appendix had already burst they would have to do a full on slice his belly open and clean him out surgery (obviously much more complex) rather than the laproscopic surgery where there are just three one inch incisions (less invasive=much easier recovery).

It was now after midnight and the surgeon, Dr. Cooper, was on his way in.

I get fuzzy on time right now because so many things happened. But eventually the nurse came and took us up to the surgery floor and we got to meet Dr. Cooper and the anesthesiologists and other nurses who would be doing his surgery. Everything was explained really well to us, including risks and what exactly would happen. All of our questions were listened too and answered very well. Dr. Cooper decided that he would start the surgery laproscopically but if he got in there and the appendix was already burst they would have to switch to the other way (Thankfully the surgery was done laproscopically–his appendix had not burst).

Around 1:45am they sent me off to the surgical waiting room and said the surgery would be done in about an hour. Let me tell you it was the longest wait of my life. But just as Dr. Cooper had said at 2:45am he came bursting into the waiting room to tell me everything went well. The only problem during the surgery was that the Hunks blood pressure spiked dangerously high (he didn’t tell me numbers and I was so relieved that everything was okay that I didn’t have the presence of mind to ask intelligent questions—all I could think was “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry”). I wish I had asked when I would get to see him because I was not prepared for another long wait. But that is what happened. Around 3:15ish the recovery nurse called me back saying he was awake.

Needless to say the sight of my husbands beautiful green eyes looking at me were a very welcome sight.

He stayed in the recovery room for another 30 minutes or so. They continued taking his blood pressure every 5-10 minutes. The lowest I saw was 146/98 and the highest was 165/102. Then he was brought up to his room and settled in. I had to fill out some paper work and then I left him there to sleep.

He ended up staying in the hospital until Wednesday afternoon because of his blood pressure. He had to meet with the heart specialist and do all kinds of testing to try to figure out why he is having high blood pressure. We are hoping they will figure it out soon. We have a lot more tests for him to go through in the coming weeks. In the meantime they have him on some hypertension medicine. When we left the hospital his blood pressure was 132/80–MUCH improved.

Thankfully he is home now and while his recovery is slow and pain-filled he is doing remarkably well. We are all just so happy to have him here. The hospital staff was fabulous- I can not say enough good things about everyone we met. And in other good news–due to a hospital program and Medicaid we should have zero hospital bills from this stint (Praise the Lord).

Yesterday was my 27th birthday and I couldn’t think of anything more that I could want then my husband alive and well.

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Will it ever end? April 22, 2009

Filed under: When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 3:04 pm

So we all got sick again. And when I say all I mean all TEN people that live in this house.

The culprits: 6 kids and two adults got pink eye (I can’t seem to get mine to go away, and the Red-Haired Girl and the other families youngest both got it twice now), 3 people had a stomach flu, 2 had a nasty wasty cold with an awful cough. There was also one case of sinus infection, my Blue-Eyed boy with an  ear infection, and I almost died (not seriously, but you know what I mean) from tonsillitis.

Life is good, right?

Give me another week and we can revisit that thought.

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Life’s little ironies….. April 2, 2009

Filed under: Change,When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 9:15 pm

I keep trying to start this post and I get stuck. My thoughts are all jumbled and mixed together in a massive blob of emotion. My fingers are feeling rusty. Add to that the frustration of the batteries dying on our wireless keyboard and the fact that it just took me 2 minutes to type all that because the darn thing can’t keep up with my typing speed and that’s where I am. (not to mention the 5 interruptions of having to run and keep the Red-Haired Girl from killing herself by playing with an electrical outlet and having to crawl under the couch to rescue some cars for the Blue-Eyed Boy).

So I guess I’ll start where I left off on our journey into the world of homeless and joblessness.

The first week of March we were packing and getting everything organized to move. Everything was going along well- I was getting things done, not as quickly or as easily as I wanted too. But as fast as I could with a toddler and a fast crawling, pulling-herself-up-and-walking-along-everything bundle of curiosity. The plan was that we would move the majority of our things (especially the big ones) in the moving truck on Monday. That would give us the rest of the week to clean the house and not have to be stressed out.

Then Wednesday night hit. I woke up to the Red-Haired Girl barfing in my face. Oh the joy. At least she’s still little enough that a) her barf is just like spit up, (but really, who likes having their own breast milk shot into their face?) and b) she would wake up, barf, and immediately fall back asleep (oh to be a baby). She did this 3 times, I think. In the morning she was fine.

But  the Hunk wasn’t. He proceeded to barf his guts out for the rest of the day.

Thursday night was my turn. I don’t think I’ve ever barfed so much in my life. gross.

Friday the Blue-Eyed Boy got it. There is nothing sadder than a sick toddler. He had no idea what was happening to him and would scream bloody murder at the top of his lungs after he barfed, “I’m all done!” It was so sad.

Saturday we were done barfing, but still all felt like crap.

Sunday my poor husband had to go to his last day of work. He was pretty much better but weak. It was a long day for him. I spent the day packing like a mad-woman because we were moving THE NEXT DAY, and had lost four days of packing due to The Sickness.

But we moved fine. The week of stress free moving and cleaning up the house that I had hoped for didn’t happen and I ended up being frazzled to no end. But we got that house all cleaned up and got our deposit back (woo hoo!). We’re still not completely moved in here, but just have a few minor things left like hanging the pictures on the walls and I have to organize all of my sewing stuff (oh the horror that is my sewing area!).

Well that’s all I have to write about for now. Tune in later for pictures of the completed sweater vest! (you know you can’t wait!).

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Ready to run? February 26, 2009

We got the news today. And I’m not sure how I feel about it. I wrote it on the calendar, ah my beloved calendar. I thought about not writing it on there. Maybe if I didn’t then it wouldn’t be real. It wouldn’t actually be the end. I wouldn’t have to mar my beautiful calendar with such depressing news. I wouldn’t have to worry about how we will pay our bills. I wouldn’t have to worry about where we are going to live. I wouldn’t have to worry. Life could just go on. We’d be happy and content in this house (even if it is too small and crappy). We would have bellies full of good food. I wouldn’t watch my children play in their happy oblivious ways and wish with all my heart I could give them more, but feel oh so thankful that they are too little to remember or even comprehend how poor we are.

But I had to write it on the calendar, it can’t be ignored. March 8th. The last day. The store closing. 10 days from now my Hunk is done at Circuit City.

March 8th the Muskegon Michigan Circuit City store is no more. 5 days before we are kicked out of this house. What. a. week.

I’m slightly terrified at the prospect of my husband being out of work. But at the same time I am so full of relief that he doesn’t have to go to that hell-hole anymore that I could dance a jig. I asked him how he was feeling and he said “ready to be done”. Ready or not, we are done.

There is a day care by our home that puts interesting bits of wit on it’s sign (unlike the church right down the street that just puts stupid things, but that’s a different story for another day). A while ago it said “Panic Productively”. I love that! I decided right then and there that I would adopt that as my new motto in this season of uncertainty.

I have been panicking productively for the past month or so. I got our taxes out of the way as quickly as I could. I then used our tax refunds and paid off three of our biggest debts to reduce our monthly payments and still have enough money saved that we could live off of it for 2 months (The Hunk also gets a staying on bonus which will extend our savings to 3 or 4 months worth of living expenses, but we have no idea when he will get it, so I’m not banking on it). We have some wonderful friends who are going to let us move into their basement. There is only one snafoo with that: they have three cats. I’m TERRIBLY allergic to cats. I don’t even have to touch them and I turn into a mass of red, itchy, water eyes, with a sneezy itchy nose and throat. So now we are trying to find out if I can take Claritin or Allegra or something. (If anyone knows if there is an allergy medicine that is safe to take while nursing a baby please let me in on the secret!)

All in all we’re okay. We have enough money saved up that we should be fine until the Hunk starts getting unemployment. We have somewhere to live. I really don’t have that much to worry about. It’s just the big unknown “where to now?”. I wish the good Lord would let us in on the secret. Not even the whole thing. Just a glimse, a flash, a small revelation of what is to come. Will we be okay? Yes. I know this because He is there. He is here. Even though He doesn’t let us know the future He will walk along with us and take us through the unknown. And believe me that knowledge is all that keeps me from pulling my children to my chest as tight as I can and crying out “why us?”. Instead I cling to my Maker, my friend, my Savior. And the peace that passes all understanding comes soflty and slowly and quietly into my heart.

I read a wonderful quote today and I am going to end with that:

I will have nothing to do with a God who cares only occasionally. I need a God who is with us always, everywhere, in the deepest depths as well as the highest heights. It is when things go wrong, when good things do not happen, when our prayers seem to have been lost, that God is most present. We do not need the sheltering wings when things go smoothly. We are closest to God in the darkness, stumbling along blindly. ~Two-Part Invention by Madeleine L’Engle


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And then I thought I was going to die February 4, 2009

Filed under: When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 10:11 am

We have all been sick this week. ugh.

It started Monday with The Red-Haired Girl waking from her afternoon nap with a temp of 102.  No other symptoms, just fevers, high fevers, until Friday. Then The Hunk, The Red-Haired Girl and I came down with it.

Stuffy nose. Cough. Headache. Sore throat.

Saturday was worse.

Sunday I was feeling like I was on the downward side of the hill. The Red-Haired Girl was getting worse though. By Monday she had stopped eating. Took her to the ER. The verdict: double ear infection on top of the worst cold of the year. My poor sweet girl.

Oh yea, and the Blue-Eyed Boy caught it Monday.

Today I feel that I’m mending. I got some extra sleep last night because the Red-Haired Girl slept a ton better now that she is on the mend. I can finally breathe throug BOTH sides of my nose. My throat hurts less. I haven’t coughed in like 2 hours.

Gotta focus on the small things here, folks.

The thing I don’t get is The Hunk is already pretty much better, and The Blue-Eyed Boy is better than I am too.

Must be a girl thing.

Or some sort of cosmic joke.

Either way it sucks.


When there’s nothing left to say….. January 31, 2009

Filed under: Change,When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 8:20 am
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I haven’t had much to say these days (as I’m sure my 8 faithful followers have noticed).

Life has been moving along as it usually does.  The Blue-Eyed Boy has been doing his funny and cute toddler things (like figuring out his middle finger, and discovering the wonder of a fallen asleep foot and the tingling that accompanies that!). The Red-Haired Girl has been crawling all over and whacking her face on everything (she has a pretty cute fat lip right now where she bit it yesterday). The Handsome Hunk is still job searching, and writing me love songs (Whooo Nelly!! am I lucky!). I’m still crafting and taking care of my family (I might make something new for another giveaway here soon….I just have so much yarn and fabric…I want to get rid of some before we move—what do you all want?).

It’s not that I’ve had a lack of things to talk about. I just haven’t. My fingers are feeling kind of rusty as I type this.

Maybe I’m depressed? Maybe I’m just burnt out on life?

I don’t know.

What I do know is I’m ready for a change. I’m ready for something new and different.

And I’m tired.

I’m tired of packing and organizing for a move that we don’t know when will happen or where we will go. I’m tired of watching my Hunk go off to work everyday only to spend the day being yelled at by people who only want a deal and the % off isn’t low enough yet. I’m tired of wondering how much longer he is going to have to do that. I’m tired of waiting to hear back from the places he’s applied to. I’m tired of watching the days drag yet fly by as we wait and wonder. I’m tired of wondering! I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired (did you get the point, yet?).

I’m ready to go now.

Here I am Lord! I am ready. Send me.

[P.S. I have LOVED the jokes. Definately the highlight of my day whenever I get a new one! I will post the winner tomorrow along with MY favorite joke!]


In that strange space between coming and going January 22, 2009

Filed under: Change,Giveaways,When Life Really Sucks — Jess @ 9:20 am
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It seems like my life is on hold right now. I feel like everything is at a stand still, whereas before we were cruising along at lightning speed. We don’t know where we will be tomorrow let alone in a week. It’s crazy. But exciting.

Because of this I have put a stand still on the 365 Days to Whole Foods series. I have only made last weeks goal of drinking 2 liters of water per day–ONCE. Can you said FAILURE!? I need to focus on packing and getting things organized around here so we can move when we need to. I’ll resume it in a couple of weeks!

I know I have been neglecting my blog here–I hope you haven’t missed me too much!

I don’t know when I’ll be back to blogging regularily again. I just feel so up in the air right now. I just have to take one day at a time.

In celebration of our need of a new job and a new home and because I need to do something fun I’m going to have a giveaway.

I’ll post that in a little bit, stay tuned!