I turned down a spa day.

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I know, you think I’ve finally lost it. That the C Diff has gone to my brain. But in spite of this thought, I assure you, I am as sane as I have been in a very long time.

So, here’s the story.

With C Diff looming in my life for the past 8 or so weeks, I’ve had to look forward to something when I got better. So J and I agreed upon a spa day, even though I know we really can’t afford it (You want honesty and integrity? I got it right here, baby!) because of my huge medical bills and his student loans. But, we both agreed that after everything I’ve gone through, I deserve it. And besides, I need one of those break moments.

But that was until about an hour ago.

I went to my eye-doctor to get a pair of sunglasses (that were completely covered by our eye insurance!). And then I turned around, and I fell head over heals in love with these:
If I could draw sunshine and rainbows all over this page, I would.

Now here’s my theory. If I was willing to spend my husband’s hard earned money on a spa day for me, wouldn’t it make more sense to replace my old, bent out of shape, holding on by a thread (and by thread I mean super glue) current glasses?

And oh boy, would these make me happy! Just look at them! When I put them on, I was in my happy place!

And they are made by my favorite eye-glass brand in the world- Ray Ban!
May you Men In Black fans rejoice (yes, I am a dork, but if you’re reading my blog you should know that already)!

So while my sunglasses were FREE dollars, I must wait a few more weeks (or months) before I can afford my Clubmasters. But I promise you, I will own them. One way or another!

It’s my goal.

Get better.

Get Ray Ban Clubmasters.


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!

Hello, my name is _____ and I’m a Power Shelf addict.

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Yes, I left the name blank. Why? Because after getting your hands on the Power Shelf, you’ll be filling it in with your own. And you’ll do it with pride.
I first came along the Power Shelf on Twitter, through it’s inventor extraordinaire, Lynn Fetzer-Westmeister. Knowing that my hubby J is a techie, I am always looking for something new to help us organize our electronics, and just looking at their site made me think it could work for us. Problem is, J does NOT get excited over anything. Nor does anything impress him. Ever. After explaining this to Lynn, she said she could change his mind. And she sure did. Lynn kindly sent our family, The Original Power Shelf, to give it a try.
I installed it myself, to surprise J when he got home from work. The installation is super simple. All you need is a screwdriver. It’s literally removing the screw, taking off the original face plate, and putting The Original Power Shelf into place with your existing screw. I decided to put ours next to our coffee maker, so when J makes his coffee in the morning, he can also access his cell phone, already charged. And the best part? Not fighting for counter space, and not having any crazy wires to fight with.
How nice does this look?

I know, I loved it. And when J got home, he loved it too. He wanted one for work, for the bathroom, and basically anything that has an outlet, he wanted one for.
So I got back into contact with my new friend Lynn, and got the Mega Power Shelf for J’s razor set in our bathroom:Yes, that does mean I get the extra counter space!! What woman couldn’t use more counter space in the bathroom?
So I got J surfing the Power Shelf site, and he fell head over heels with this gem:
That’s right. It’s his laptop. And it’s not on the floor, and it’s not taking up space on our coffee table. The power cord is neatly wrapped up, and out of the way. Can you say “sigh of relief”? I can now, that’s for sure!
And see all the red crayon? Yeah, M decided it needed a “mooral around the new Power Shelf thingy”.
With the Power Shelf in our lives now, it’s solved so many Domestic Debacles, I can’t even count. I don’t get upset at J anymore for leaving his razor out taking much needed bathroom counter space, and I’m not constantly wrapping up power cords for his cell phone. And the laptop version? It makes my living room look cleaner.
But the best part of all? It’s MADE IN AMERICA! Yes folks, right here in the USA, Power Shelf has created jobs for Americans.
So buy a Power Shelf. It will help you organize your life, and keep a job alive in the USA!
Oh- and it doesn’t end here. The inventor of the Power Shelf, Lynn would love to giveaway a Power Shelf to one of my fantastic readers!
Here’s how to enter:
  • Blog about this post, including the link here, and leave a comment
  • Tweet about this post, and include @DomesticDebacle & @Its_Lynn (creator of the Power Shelf)
  • Just leave a comment after visiting The Power Shelf site, telling us which Power Shelf you would use the most, and what you would use it for
  • For three extra entries, order a Power Shelf from Lynn, and leave your first name, last initial and state in each comment.
This contest ends on Friday, September 11Th!
I know you’ll love The Power Shelf products as much as I do, so good luck!
Also, if you buy a Power Shelf, let me know how much you like it!

I’ve got guts!

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So for those of you just *dying* to see my insides, and in an effort for full disclosure, I give you my colonoscopy report:

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And some more….

Here it is!!

Now, don’t you feel special?

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…