For over a month now, these ridiculous songs have been stuck in my head. Now it's your turn. Enjoy!
...eating popcorn on a pianooo.
Meow!
Boogie.
I have posted my love for spaghetti cat before.
Any favorites? :)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
One Word
One word kept coming back to me today, jumpsuit. Today was my first day back at work and it was a little rough. My clothes were uncomfortable and rub up against my incisions and my abdomen and back hurt from sitting and trying to get comfortable all day. All I wanted was my navy blue jumpsuit. I spoke of it often and daydreamed about wearing it to work tomorrow.
The word exercise below was passed along to me today and I thought it was fun. Take a stab at it!
Type only one word answers! Copy and paste in my comment section or on your own blog.
1. Where is your cell phone? ear
2. Your significant other? Johnny
3. Your mother? Beautiful
4. Your father? Traveling
5. Your favorite thing? Love
6. Your dream last night? Eh
7. Your favorite drink? Tea
8. Your dream/goal? Flourish
9. The room you're in? Living
10. Your fear? Unfulfillment
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Goodquestionstillfiguringthatout. (I cheat!)
12. Where were you last night? Crawfordsville
13. What you're not? Idle
14. Muffins? Chocolate
15. One of your wish list items? Family
16. Where you grew up? Jersey
17. The last thing you did? Talked
18. What are you wearing? Comfies
19. Your TV? Mute
20. Your pet? Companions
21. Your computer? Hot
22. Your life? Full
23. Your mood? Achey
24. Missing someone? Always
25. Your car? Rainy
26. Something you're not wearing? Jumpsuit :(
27. Your favorite store? Banana
28. Your summer? Aqueous
29. Your favorite color? Green
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Sunday
32. Four places you go over and over? Work, Indianapolis, grocery, lunch
33. Four of your favorite foods? Chocolate, pizza, fruit, cheese (I think I am part mouse!)
34. Four places you would rather be right now? Florence, Prague, New Zealand, California
35. Four people who will respond? Carolyn, Keenan, Lindsay, Kyleigh
The word exercise below was passed along to me today and I thought it was fun. Take a stab at it!
Type only one word answers! Copy and paste in my comment section or on your own blog.
1. Where is your cell phone? ear
2. Your significant other? Johnny
3. Your mother? Beautiful
4. Your father? Traveling
5. Your favorite thing? Love
6. Your dream last night? Eh
7. Your favorite drink? Tea
8. Your dream/goal? Flourish
9. The room you're in? Living
10. Your fear? Unfulfillment
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Goodquestionstillfiguringthatout. (I cheat!)
12. Where were you last night? Crawfordsville
13. What you're not? Idle
14. Muffins? Chocolate
15. One of your wish list items? Family
16. Where you grew up? Jersey
17. The last thing you did? Talked
18. What are you wearing? Comfies
19. Your TV? Mute
20. Your pet? Companions
21. Your computer? Hot
22. Your life? Full
23. Your mood? Achey
24. Missing someone? Always
25. Your car? Rainy
26. Something you're not wearing? Jumpsuit :(
27. Your favorite store? Banana
28. Your summer? Aqueous
29. Your favorite color? Green
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Sunday
32. Four places you go over and over? Work, Indianapolis, grocery, lunch
33. Four of your favorite foods? Chocolate, pizza, fruit, cheese (I think I am part mouse!)
34. Four places you would rather be right now? Florence, Prague, New Zealand, California
35. Four people who will respond? Carolyn, Keenan, Lindsay, Kyleigh
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Sans Gallbladder
I'm back, reporting to the blog sans gallbladder. Thank you all for the well wishes, calls and visits.
I woke up Friday and was ready to go. I was a bit nervous, but ready to get everything over with. I didn't get up too early because I didn't want time to sit around and feel anxious. I got into my "surgery outfit" aka my navy blue velour jumpsuit from Old Navy that I have been living in since Friday. I definitely channeling J-Lo from 2001 but I have no shame. I don't know why I waited years to get me one of these jumpsuits.
John and my dad took me over to the surgical center and I got prepped for surgery. I got hooked up to every machine imaginable and just waited for the procedure to begin. I hardly remember being knocked out, but I do remember the "martini" my anesthesiologist gave me beforehand. I didn't even know when they were knocking me out, it just happened and then I woke up in my recovery room and was struggling to comprehend the words my surgeon was using as he spoke to me. After a bit, I was able to move up and around and soon after, I headed home. I headed to bed and slept for a bit. Since then I have been up and around, but spending a lot of time resting. I am sore and do not have much energy. I'm looking forward to moving around better and feeling more like myself. Today I was allowed to shower, so that was my biggest feat which totally exhausted me. Yesterday John washed my hair in the sink, so I was able to feel clean and look presentable for a few visitors who stopped by.
I have to admit I was worried about having my dad and John take care of me because I wasn't sure about their nurse qualifications, but I have to say I couldn't have been more wrong. John has been the best caretaker and I can't thank him enough. He has been so attentive to me and knows exactly what I need and when I need it. Who knew? I think he just raised the bar big time. He even created me a 3-foot long straw, so that I could drink without straining to move too much. But his invention didn't go over to well because he forgot about the laws of suction when he placed the glass higher than my head. After the system was primed, water filled my cheeks, cascaded down my face, on my pillow and all over my shirt. We had a good laugh about that, but I couldn't really get a good belly laugh going because of all my incisions. Ouch! I have been wary of the straw since.
I am going to get back to relaxing, watching tv, and not moving around much. Thanks to everyone for thinking about me. Here are a few pictures (compliments of Keenan) from Thanksgiving with the Burkett's. I know gallbladder talk and food don't mix well, so I apologize for that. But in my world, my gallbladder, food, and everything for that matter, go hand in hand right now.
All the goodies
Me and Keenan (why hasn't anyone told me my glasses are crooked?!)
I woke up Friday and was ready to go. I was a bit nervous, but ready to get everything over with. I didn't get up too early because I didn't want time to sit around and feel anxious. I got into my "surgery outfit" aka my navy blue velour jumpsuit from Old Navy that I have been living in since Friday. I definitely channeling J-Lo from 2001 but I have no shame. I don't know why I waited years to get me one of these jumpsuits.
John and my dad took me over to the surgical center and I got prepped for surgery. I got hooked up to every machine imaginable and just waited for the procedure to begin. I hardly remember being knocked out, but I do remember the "martini" my anesthesiologist gave me beforehand. I didn't even know when they were knocking me out, it just happened and then I woke up in my recovery room and was struggling to comprehend the words my surgeon was using as he spoke to me. After a bit, I was able to move up and around and soon after, I headed home. I headed to bed and slept for a bit. Since then I have been up and around, but spending a lot of time resting. I am sore and do not have much energy. I'm looking forward to moving around better and feeling more like myself. Today I was allowed to shower, so that was my biggest feat which totally exhausted me. Yesterday John washed my hair in the sink, so I was able to feel clean and look presentable for a few visitors who stopped by.
I have to admit I was worried about having my dad and John take care of me because I wasn't sure about their nurse qualifications, but I have to say I couldn't have been more wrong. John has been the best caretaker and I can't thank him enough. He has been so attentive to me and knows exactly what I need and when I need it. Who knew? I think he just raised the bar big time. He even created me a 3-foot long straw, so that I could drink without straining to move too much. But his invention didn't go over to well because he forgot about the laws of suction when he placed the glass higher than my head. After the system was primed, water filled my cheeks, cascaded down my face, on my pillow and all over my shirt. We had a good laugh about that, but I couldn't really get a good belly laugh going because of all my incisions. Ouch! I have been wary of the straw since.
I am going to get back to relaxing, watching tv, and not moving around much. Thanks to everyone for thinking about me. Here are a few pictures (compliments of Keenan) from Thanksgiving with the Burkett's. I know gallbladder talk and food don't mix well, so I apologize for that. But in my world, my gallbladder, food, and everything for that matter, go hand in hand right now.
Thanksgiving dinner
All the goodies
Baby Luke has his little seat at the table
All the guests at the table looking at baby Luke!
All the guests at the table looking at baby Luke!
Me and John
Me and Keenan (why hasn't anyone told me my glasses are crooked?!)
Me and Johnny again
Saturday night party...thugs and groupies?
Yes, most definitely.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Operation Whitney & The Gallbladder Diaries
My sister Kyleigh just called and said, "You haven't blogged in a month. Write a list of things that make you feel warm and fuzzy." Well, you aren't going to get that list right now, but you'll get a post. Is that okay Ky? :)
Anyway, I feel like I have been moving in fast forward and often think about posting a blog, but once at home I get wrapped up in other things. I feel like I have so much to catch you up on from horseback riding in the woods, renting a cabin with friends, girls' night out, Thanksgiving...and "Operation Whitney." No, I am not going to war, but I am getting operating on. I have a surgery this Friday and I am a bit freaked out by it all. I have to get my gallbladder taken out because it is causing problems. I've been keeping my friends updated with what I call, "The Gallbladder Diaries" but have neglected writing them down! So here goes the Cliff Notes version...
It all started a few months ago, with what I know now, a gallbladder attack. A gallbladder is one of the most painful and uncomfortable things I have ever experienced. It is completely debilitating and I never know how long it will last. The first one lasted for about three hours and was incredibly painful. It feels like an awful, dull pain right where my ribs meet. That night I tossed and turned and eventually the pain went away. I should have thought about going to the doctor then, but since it was just one night, I somewhat forgot about it...until the next attack. The next attack struck while I was driving. I was in instant pain and thought I might pass out or get sick. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible because I didn't want to be behind the wheel. I broke out into a sweat from the pain and was relieved when it didn't last hours like the one before. Now that I had two attacks, though far apart, I remembered they were very alike. I called to make an appointment with the doctor right away. Before I could get into a doctor, I had a third attack. The third wasn't that bad and John was a witness to it. He thought it was awful. Later when the pain subsided he said, "Wow. That one was really bad." I responded, "On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the worst pain, this one just was a 3."
After having a few conversations with people, including my other sister Courtney who works in medicine, I was pretty sure I had gallstones. My doctor agreed and I had to get an ultrasound. That was a weird experience because I never thought I would get one unless I was pregnant, but it was neat to see some of my organs. A few days later I found out that I have a gallstone. One gallstone. One stinkin' gallstone causing all these problems. The attacks occur when the stone gets stuck in the duct going down to to my digestive system and I get relief when it becomes dislodged. I was told surgery is the only option because my gallbladder is bad. My doctor also told me "Everyday is a gamble with my situation" and I could wind up in the ER so fast if my body tried to pass the stone. He gave me some scenario about how I could be out on a Saturday night and then BAM, attack...followed by a trip to the ER, and if I am lucky, a planned surgery...if I am not, an emergency one. Gallstones are nothing like kidney stones. I can't pass the stone or just get it removed. The fact that I have a gallstone means that I have a "bad" gallbladder. The organ isn't functioning well and allowed a stone to be created. At least the gallbladder is an organ one can live without! After coming out, it shouldn't affect me too much, but we will have to see.
I am sure you all know much more about my gallbladder (and maybe even yours) than you ever thought you would know. Be thankful for your hard-working, attack-free gallbladder! Maybe I will blog from my recovery bed? I will be relieved once this is all over.
Anyway, I feel like I have been moving in fast forward and often think about posting a blog, but once at home I get wrapped up in other things. I feel like I have so much to catch you up on from horseback riding in the woods, renting a cabin with friends, girls' night out, Thanksgiving...and "Operation Whitney." No, I am not going to war, but I am getting operating on. I have a surgery this Friday and I am a bit freaked out by it all. I have to get my gallbladder taken out because it is causing problems. I've been keeping my friends updated with what I call, "The Gallbladder Diaries" but have neglected writing them down! So here goes the Cliff Notes version...
It all started a few months ago, with what I know now, a gallbladder attack. A gallbladder is one of the most painful and uncomfortable things I have ever experienced. It is completely debilitating and I never know how long it will last. The first one lasted for about three hours and was incredibly painful. It feels like an awful, dull pain right where my ribs meet. That night I tossed and turned and eventually the pain went away. I should have thought about going to the doctor then, but since it was just one night, I somewhat forgot about it...until the next attack. The next attack struck while I was driving. I was in instant pain and thought I might pass out or get sick. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible because I didn't want to be behind the wheel. I broke out into a sweat from the pain and was relieved when it didn't last hours like the one before. Now that I had two attacks, though far apart, I remembered they were very alike. I called to make an appointment with the doctor right away. Before I could get into a doctor, I had a third attack. The third wasn't that bad and John was a witness to it. He thought it was awful. Later when the pain subsided he said, "Wow. That one was really bad." I responded, "On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the worst pain, this one just was a 3."
After having a few conversations with people, including my other sister Courtney who works in medicine, I was pretty sure I had gallstones. My doctor agreed and I had to get an ultrasound. That was a weird experience because I never thought I would get one unless I was pregnant, but it was neat to see some of my organs. A few days later I found out that I have a gallstone. One gallstone. One stinkin' gallstone causing all these problems. The attacks occur when the stone gets stuck in the duct going down to to my digestive system and I get relief when it becomes dislodged. I was told surgery is the only option because my gallbladder is bad. My doctor also told me "Everyday is a gamble with my situation" and I could wind up in the ER so fast if my body tried to pass the stone. He gave me some scenario about how I could be out on a Saturday night and then BAM, attack...followed by a trip to the ER, and if I am lucky, a planned surgery...if I am not, an emergency one. Gallstones are nothing like kidney stones. I can't pass the stone or just get it removed. The fact that I have a gallstone means that I have a "bad" gallbladder. The organ isn't functioning well and allowed a stone to be created. At least the gallbladder is an organ one can live without! After coming out, it shouldn't affect me too much, but we will have to see.
I am sure you all know much more about my gallbladder (and maybe even yours) than you ever thought you would know. Be thankful for your hard-working, attack-free gallbladder! Maybe I will blog from my recovery bed? I will be relieved once this is all over.
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