Round and Round UPDATE

Spoke with my nurse again and found out I have a condition called Osteochondritis Dissecans. Has to do with my bone not getting enough blood supply, cartilage breaking off, osteoarthritis, etc etc. I also have something called a Baker's Cyst on the back of my knee, which in itself is harmless and can be drained in a simple procedure. The OCD (yah thats the abbreviation for it lol) will likely require surgery as I've been in physical therapy for so long without any progress. Come Tuesday I will know more information.

Round and Round and Round we go....

So way back when, I hurt my knee. Finally got my MRI done last Friday and called my nurse yesterday to see if the results had come in. Theres nothing better than hearing your nurse say..."ACL and PCL look ok, no visible meniscus tear **pause** ... It looks like there is something there that shouldnt be there..." as her voice trails off. She then tells me she's going to talk to my Dr and then she'll call me back. 10 minutes later I get a call alright, but its not from my nurse -- its from Orthopaedics saying I need to schedule an consult appointment with a surgeon. SAY WHAT!?!?!? So at this point I know nothing, and thanks to my nurse sounding so ominous I'm horrified of whats "not supposed to be there."

I've been working so much lately I'm not even sure of the date anymore. Since the 14th I've only had 1 day off and boy its killin me. Of those 13 days I've worked 8 nights. I miss my husband and baby girl so much. I hardly get any sleep at night because every morning I'm up at 7pm after getting home from work around 11130pm-12am to go to Physical Therapy for my neck or I'm in my lawyers office fighting the hospital on a bill thats not my responsibility!!! I'm so stressed out and almost freaked when we discovered that I might also be pregnant (confirmed last night that I am not)... to top everything off... last night I tossed and turned ALL night long and when I finally stayed awake at 530 i could hardly talk because my throat hurt so back.

I am so ready for next week. I have my follow up with my Physical Therapist on my neck. I also have my consult with the Ortho surgeon on what the next step is for my knee. Then on Wednesday morning, bright and early, Morghan and I will board a plane to Texas for 12 days. Hopefully in this time I can chill out, relax, and relieve some stress!!!

For now, I will go back to sleep as I have to work night shift... AGAIN. Hopefully I can swap someone day for night shift on Friday so I can catch a break! :)

A lil update...

A few trips back and forth from the hospital for my neck, and finally on new meds and start Physical Therapy soon.

Mother's day was good.... once I made it home. I had to work until almost 3pm, but once I was home the house was clean and Chase was making a surprise dinner. It was wonderful!

I've been putting in massive hours this week. Went into overtime on Thursday, and will have over time this weekend as I'll be working 11 hours Saturday, and the same on Sunday. The Air Show is back in town, so that's where I'll be.... collecting my overtime. Today was my only day off, but almost had to go in this evening. Apparently while I was out all day running errands my boss had called to see if I could come in. Unfortunately, She needed me to come in at 5pm and I didn't get the message until 7pm. Would have had MORE hours, but oh well. My next day off isn't until next Friday.

After the weekend is done, and I recuperate I'll post some pictures of the Blue Angels and whatever else I capture. They've been flying around practicing all day doing tricks and fly-bys.

For now, I'm going to relax!

Its a GIANT bath tub!!!

So this morning I was feeling a bit better (at least, I thought I was) so we decided to go ahead and go through with our plans to go to the beach for the first time since we moved back out here in August '07. At that time she didn't do so well, but not so bad either. Mostly she just clung to us for fear of falling in! :)

We left later than intended, but finally made it out the door. The beach was PACKED! The last couple times we had gone, it had been pretty desolate lol. We got the BEST parking spot possible, right next to the walking entrance/bathrooms. This was ideal, seeing as we knew a stroller was a bad idea and her walking by herself wouldn't last long. Sure enough, as soon as she hit the dry, loose sand she was falling all over the place. I chose to carry her, rather than everything else because I figured she was the lightest. This would prove to be my downfall.

Once we found a spot that was rather open and not too crowded we set up "camp". We had brought Morghan her Princess fold out chair that she adores so much. That chair is where she spent 90% of the time. She was completely content sitting there eating goldfish, drinking water, and yelling back at the seagulls who were screaming for her to feed them. She was highly amused by them and all the other babies at the beach. Yet, still, she was happy just sitting there.. going NO WHERE NEAR the water. She laughed from afar as daddy jumped in and out of the waves showing off for her.

Towards the end she decided that she would go to the water. She stood at the edge of the ocean for a few minutes contemplating her next move. She decided she wanted me to hold her, so because she is my baby girl, I put her before myself and my pain. I snatched her up and headed out to where daddy was. I got to where the water was just above my knees and decided that was far enough being that I have a bad knee and all. She was doing really well as long as we faced the Atlantic. It was when we turned and faced the sand that she started getting a little weird on us. Not that I can blame her, I could understand. The whole water rushing in and out from land and it makes you feel like your moving even when you are standing still. We just kept telling her it was like a giant bath tub, and pointed out all the bubbles. She started to enjoy herself briefly... until it happened... With our backs turned we couldn't see the swell coming that broke just behind us. Before we could do anything, the icy wave (up to my chest and hers) crashed in to us and she lost it. The surprise wave had done her in and she started screaming "I'm done! I'm done! I'm done!"

We walked back to the shore and sat where the water comes up around us in waves and trickles away. She started shivering so we decided to call it a day. I wrapped her up in a towel and we packed up our things and head home. We asked if she had fun, and even now continues to tell us she had a good time. For now, I am back on my meds as my pain has returned do to my foolishness i carrying my toddler today. Looks like I'll being doing another few hours flat on my back. As uncomfortable as it is, it does help. Well, the hubbs finished cooking dinner so I'm off. I'm so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter and loving husband. Today was special because of them.

Morphine, Pig Flu and a mean chair

Chase came home a little over week ago and my how time has flown. We started ourselves on the South Beach Diet, and although you aren't supposed to weigh yourself everyday we do. Its interesting to see it fluctuate, but at the end of the week Chase has lost 8 pounds and I have lost 6.5. You could say I'm jealous of his extra pound and a half. I think it maybe goes with all the v8 he drinks lol. Morghan has not left his side since he's been home and oddly enough, this is a relief to me. 7 weeks of bath times, teeth brushing, stories, movies, games, and for the brief time I have a break is wonderful. Especially as it comes into Mother's Day tomorrow. It has been a week long of Mother's Days really. He didn't have to go back to work until Wednesday, but when I went back on Tuesday he came to see me and we had lunch together. After i worked into overtime on Wednesday, I was able to get out of work Thursday and somehow, too many people had been scheduled anyways.

...I wish I had gone to work anyways. Everything started on Thursday... Early that morning I was sitting down to check my email when I stretched my arms over my head at which point I heard a noise I cant really explain and horrendous pain seared down my neck, shoulder, and arm. I wasn't sure what had happened and could not stop crying as it hurt so bad. I managed to get back to our bedroom to try and call Chase. When I couldn't get a hold of him I started to panic because Morghan was still asleep and I couldn't drive myself to the ER. FINALLY I was able to get through to his work and told him he needed to come get me now, that I couldn't move my neck or left arm. Through my tears, he magically understood what I said and raced home. In the meantime, my panicked crying was only causing my to tense my muscles up more so i tried to calm myself by taking some deep breaths and trying to change from pajamas to clothes. Bad idea... every move i made felt like someone was stabbing me in the neck and I had to stop. Long story short, we finally made it to the ER and after all is said and done I managed to create a tear in a muscle that I cant pronounce. For the past 36 hours, I've spent 6 hours laying flat on the floor with a towel roll under my neck, 2 sitting up, 6 on the floor, and so on. Yes, i had to go to bed this way. They also had given me a massive dose of morphine. I say massive because the tube looked to be a good inch in diameter and about 5 inches long. Granted the nurse mixed in Phenergen for nausea as well but still. I was pretty woozy when we made it to the Pharmacy and almost blacked out twice. All of a sudden I wouldnt be able to hear anything and it would start to get fuzzy so i would sit down real quick. I've also had to take narcotics every 4 hours on the dot. I wish I could explain the doctors logic in this however after being on meds for the past 36 hours i dont remember much other than how uncomfortable it is lying on the floor being only able to HEAR the TV and not SEE it.

THAT SAME DAY... Chase had to return to work to make sure his guys were doing their work when he was sent to medical and the sent home under "semi-quarantined" status for having come in to contact with H1N1 Virus. Apparently someone on the flight home had it and since the air is recirculated, he was at risk and told to go home immediately and not return to work til Monday.

LATER THAT NIGHT...
I had fixed Morghan's plate for dinner and set it on the table. While Chase and I were fixing out plates we hear a loud crash, shortly followed by Morghan screaming. Doing something that was a big no-no from my ER Dr., I ran over and picked her up from off the floor where she had somehow ended up with the chair on top of her. I later regretted this action as it put me in more pain than the narcotics and muscle relaxers could relieve. We determined that she was probably climbing on the back when it fell over on top of her. She had a huge red mark across her throat where part of it had landed and Friday morning we noticed a huge purple bump on her forehead.

I was sad that I missed her Mothers Day Brunch Friday, as I was still on "bed rest" or floor rest rather. She brought me home some flowers, a picture frame, and a poem. Chase said all her teachers missed me that day and hoped I felt better soon. I've never missed a school party and have always been the baker of a cake or more commonly cupcakes and cookies. Mind you, they are never you average sweet treats. I always make them themed to the party and they are always a big hit.