And it keeps on gettin’ better!

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Well, this morning started off a little, um, rocky.
J woke up with a nasty toothache. And now has to have an emergency root canal this afternoon. It’s one of his molars. And it’s going to cost us a lot. Bye- bye vacation money!

M woke up with crud. Lots and lots of crud. And a fever. She’s whiny and miserable. Poor kid. I’m flooding her system with oranges, orange juice, water and oatmeal.

I’m still sick, and feel worse than I did last night.
The best part of all of this though? Is that my normally-active M is cuddly because she is sick. I never get to sit and snuggle with my little girl because she’s always on the move.
It’s the little things, right?

So I leave you with this for today:

O Lord, my strength and my fortress, my refuge in time of distress. (Jeremiah 16:19)


Take THAT evil super bug!

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I went to see my favorite doctor this morning. Bad news: I am still not doing very well. He gave me more meds for the pain, and gave me another round of the pro biotic (which I am thankful for, as I’ve heard really good things about it) let’s hope it’s working for me.
Take THAT evil super bug!

I am going off my Vanco on Wednesday to give my body a chance to prove itself. We will be looking for signs of the C Diff for the few days after. I do have a prescription, so at the slightest sign of C Diff rearing it’s ugly head, I can slam down some more Vanco.
Prepare to take THAT evil Super Bug!

In the mean time, I’ve found something that makes my tummy very, very happy. Green tea! I know, crazy, but I feel a lot better (about an hour) after drinking a mug of it.
Again- take THAT evil super bug!
I was told by my Medical Assistant T, to stay away from scary C Diff sites, as it just stresses me out (yeah, I know. J’s been harping at me for a long time about this) and causes more harm to my innards (okay, my words not hers, she’s much more eloquent). I’ll be taking a break from surfing the doom and gloom sites from now on.
So, take THAT evil super bug!

I am devastated.

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Just as a warning: this is not going to be a happy or funny post. In fact, it’s going to be a drag.
Some of you might come here, and see the title of this post and think “wow, talk about melodramatic”. Well, I assure you that’s not the case. See- I’ve been battling a severe case of C Diff since July 18Th of this year. If you don’t know what C Diff is, please click here.
As of the 14Th, I had tested negative, but it was a false negative. My doctor ordered more tests because I simply wasn’t getting any better.
I also had a colonoscopy which showed damage to my colon. If you’ve never had a colonoscopy done, count your lucky stars. The cleanse that you go through 2 days in advance is something some medieval torturer cooked up.
The tests came back this morning, and the C diff is back with a vengeance.
Physically, I am ok, I know my body has survived this once, and so it can do it again.
Mentally, I’m a whole nother story. I’ve officially reached the end of my rope. I’m missing out on life. I feel chained to the bathroom, and to my home. I can’t leave without fear of messing my pants. Do you know what that does to a 26 year-old mom? Not sunflowers and strawberry fields, that’s for sure.
I’ve had weight loss, which is good, but certainly not my diet of choice.
I’m tired all the time. The house is a mess. I’ve become very moody. I cry all. of. the. time.
The one bright side to all of this is how awesome my insurance company has been. I’ve had nurses from there call, behavioral health checking in on me (and working with me to find a therapist in my area to help me cope with it), and now I’ve reached my deductible, everything is covered. Yay for Cigna!
I just can’t stop the ‘gloom and doom’ thoughts. I’ve been going through this for such a long time, I no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We’re supposed to leave for vacation soon, but I don’t know how I am going to do it. My life is being ruined by some doctor who failed to treat me properly- and wouldn’t even give me a referral to a specialist when I asked for it.
I am furious, I am hurt. I can’t get past all this. I just don’t know what I’m going to do anymore.
My vent is over for now. Thanks for reading…


Just sittin’ on the dock of the bay…

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While I’m waiting for J to get the pictures of my colonoscopy on here, I thought I’d pass some time with you all.
Since my colonoscopy on Thursday, initial results are showing that I have Colitis. To what degree? Well, we have to wait on the biopsy results, which will be in on the 27th. So I’m here waiting with the rest of you, except my waiting is more in the bathroom.

In the mean time, I’ve done some research on the subject, and it turns out the company that J works for does the printing for the Chron’s and Colitis foundation. Kinda ironic, don’tcha think?

I’m feeling worse as the days go by, and I’m finding less and less to joke about. I was feeling great right after the “cleanse” because nothing was in my system to irritate my colon, so I ate all the junk food I could. We’re talking Big Boy, and even some chili-cheese dogs from my favorite root beer stand. I still don’t have the guts (pun not intended folks) to try to drink any soda pop. I think I’ll stick to water for now. I’m not even tolerating milk well right now, which is a total bummer because I used to drink a gallon a week- all on my own. I love the stuff.

On the flip side, the summer has ended. It looks like fall is here to stay, with the school year about to begin (and it has already for some of you). In my effort to keep my baby a baby, we’re starting her preschool in October. I’ve worked it out with the director, so it won’t be a problem. It also benefits me, just so that I can get on the right medication so I’m not in the bathroom all the time, especially when I need to go pick her up (or take her there for that matter).

I’ve let the house go by the way-side, and laundry is piling up to the max. I have a really hard time bending over to get the clothes out of the dryer- but bless her little heart- M tries to help me as much as she can. She’s had a few meltdowns here and there, but according to her it’s because she “doesn’t want my butt sick anymore”. It just breaks my heart to hear her say that. It’s the last thing I want my 3 year-old to think about.

But while we’re on the subject of M, I took her for her second trip to the dentist this morning. Her checkup went great, and she was such a trooper when they took her x-rays. No cavities were found! I would have taken pictures, but my camera battery has died, and I haven’t made it to the grocery store in months to pick any up. Maybe that will be my chore for tonight. Head to the grocery store!

In other news, I’m going to be having some amazing reviews and giveaways coming up. So please stay tuned for that. Also, my new blog will hopefully be ready soon too. I’ll keep you updated on that front as well.

Well, I hope that fills you all in on what’s going on with my life. I hope this post finds you all well.

Love & hugs,




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A couple weeks ago, my bloggy buddy Andrea included me in this Tweet here.

Which led me to buy this gem:

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And, no surprise here, it’s got polka dots.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the embroidered anchor. It’s just that cute.

I was genuinely surprised when I forwarded the lovely picture to my wonderful and amazing husband and got this quick reply: “Buy it, buy it now, no matter the cost”.
WHA You say?!?! I mean, when all is said and done, it costs more than half of what my wedding dress cost.
He. Didn’t. Care.
He was excited neurotic me found a bathing suit I actually liked. See, I’m what you’d refer to as a “suit snob”. I’ve never had a swimsuit I actually liked, ever. Even when I was in college and weighed abucknothin‘.
The main problem I’ve had with suits is that I’ve got some rather ::ahem:: large chesticles. We’re talking sideshow here folks. Nothing keeps these puppies in. Nothing until this swimsuit! For some reason though, it just wasn’t laying right on me, so I took it into the tailor’s.
I did and…

I FINALLY got my bathing suit back from the tailor’s where they
took it in 2 WHOLE INCHES!

Yeah, I just yelled at you. I just yelled that my tailor, the faboosh Miss Veronica took my new bathing suit in!
I couldn’t be more happy, can ya tell? It’s not like I’ve lost any weight, but it seems to have either A) turned into muscle or B) gone to another place on my bod.
Who knows, and who cares!

This morning I took M to the pool in my new-and-improved suit, and got tons of compliments! I was so excited, and my confidence shot through the roof. I also didn’t have to worry about strapping the “girls” down, or worry about the “spillage”. My suit fit, and I was happy.

So, in conclusion, I want to thank you Andrea of & Lolita Girl Clothing. You’ve made my days at the pool THAT. MUCH. BETTER.