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16 Mar

A while back I excitedly announced that I was BACK and you all would hear from me more frequently.  Weeeeellllllll . . . . then things got really crappy!  2 days after my come back to the blog world I landed myself in the hospital with severe pancreatitis.  I spent a week in the hospital unable to eat and so drugged up I don’t remember much of my stay.  I bloated up to unrecognizable from all the saline and IV meds the pumped into me.  My hubby and kids visited several times but I was an emotional and bizarre sight to them.  Hubby even brought my dog to see me hoping it might lift my spirits some.  It did, until they left and I was alone again.  The nurses were wonderful, evening sitting and talking with my about my boys, trying to take my mind off the fact that I missed Thanksgiving and their memorable ride on the Polar Express, my niece’s birthday and other family togetherness.

In my more sober moments of my stay, I took advantage of Black Friday and Cyber Monday deals online and finished my Christmas shopping.  I realized after the fact that shopping online while on a pain pump is a moronic move, but fortunately I didn’t buy anything weird or spend thousands of dollars!

7 days after being admitted I was sent home feeling only slightly better, but my levels were down and the doctors felt I was recovering.  I went back to work but still couldn’t eat anything besides Jell-O, pudding and watered down oatmeal.  I was drinking Ensure protein drinks, I was weak and pasty.  I was in pain. 

I saw my primary doctor after a few days for a post hospitalization follow up and voiced my concerns that I wasn’t feeling any better.  He told me he thought I needed my gallbladder out.  I braved the weekend and tried to enjoy cutting down a Christmas tree with the boys and Hubby.  I laid on the couch in agony while they decorated it without me.  When Monday finally came around, I went to work for 2 hours and then headed over to the surgeon’s office to see what she thought was my issue.  She was pretty adamant that it was indeed my gallbladder and that it needed to come out.  She sent me for blood work to check for infections and check my levels.  I had a CT scan to “clear my pancreas” before surgery.  I was to head right to the 8th floor surgery prep after my scan.  I wouldn’t go back to work for 2 more weeks.  I needed yet another angry organ removed. 

I called my boss and told her the bad news.  She was very understanding as for the past 2 weeks they’d watched how sick I was and worried as I spent days in the hospital, only to come back in worse shape than before I was admitted.  I called Hubby and he left work to sit with me in pre-op. 

My surgery was supposed the typical out-patient surgery where I would spend some time in recovery, head to short stay and then go home.  In short stay I cried in agony, I’d never been in so much pain in my life.  They couldn’t manage my pain and decided to admit me to the hospital again.  I slipped in and out of consciousness, more from the pain than anything else.  I’d wake up and moan, cry and beg for something to get rod of the pain.  They upped the dosage of meds and gave me something stronger only after I reminded them that they were giving me something weaker than what I took at home on a daily basis for my back and fibro. 

Perkocet kicking in it was time for me to try to get out of bed.  Have you ever tried to get out of bad after abdominal surgery?  Holy shit does it suck!  Not to mention that I was still incredibly weak from being ridiculously sick for weeks.  It took 30 minutes to get me out of bed. 

After a few little walks across the room and out into the hallway the surgeon decided I could go home.  Armed with giant ice packs, pain killers, laxatives (ever try to poop after abdominal surgery?) and several other meds for the nasty lesions in my stomach we took the agonizingly bumpy ride home with my hanging my head out the window in below zero winds because I was nauseated from pain killers and motion.

It was a long recovery for my ragged body.  I had hoped to only miss a week of work, but my surgeon wouldn’t allow less than 2 weeks of recovery time.  I was secretly thankful for that as I wasn’t ready to return.  When I did return, it was hard to sit for 8 hours at a time.  It put too much strain on my tender abdominal muscles.  I would get home in the evening and lay on the couch with an ice pack until I fell asleep. 

Do I sounds like I’m overreacting to a common surgery?  Maybe to some.  But you have to remember this:  Every person handles illnesses and surgeries differently.  I have a condition that makes my nerves overact, causing recovery from surgery to take much longer and be more painful.  I was recovering from a nasty illness and surgery at the same time. 

Why am I being so defensive?  Because people actually scoffed at how long it took me to feel normal again.  Does it really matter what other people thing?  No.  But before we judge someone, no matter what it is for, we need to remember that we have no idea what storms they have been made to walk through.


Welcome Back!

23 Nov

Oh how I have missed you!  Life went bonkers for a while and I had to put my little blog on the farthest back burner I have!  Let’s see, I lost my job almost a year ago, spent 6 months as a stay home mom during which time I discovered being a stay home mom is NOT for me!  I landed a new amazing job that I LOVE, however I am working full time for the first time since I was pregnant with Little C, and he’s 4 now so that was a big change for our family!  Trying to juggle working 40-50 hours a week, 2 kids in school, homework, chores . . . I ran out of time for myself let alone my little slice of heaven here in blogger land!  

Life has settled some and I have months and months of goodies to share! 

Here is what has gone on since we last chatted:

ImageLittle C started “school”.  Ok, he started going to daycare 3-4 days a week, but we call it school and he brings a back pack so he can feel like a big boy.

ImageBig A started 3rd grade (sniffle sniffle whimper) and he is doing AMAZING!  I swear that kid is going to be an engineer or something.  ImageLook at his Minecraft game he is making!  He is not allowed to play the actual game (they play it once in a while during free time at school but we won’t allow it at home)  He and a friend decided since neither of them are allowed to play the game, they would make their own! This is a work in progress, but I am so proud of him for being so imaginative!

ImageOur cats learned how to cook, which is great because I just don’t have time anymore!  See?  Gnocchi is tasting his delicious creation!  They like to help with homework too.  Very smart cats.  ImageImageBig A continues to be enamored with Legos.  Look at this incredible Lego train he built with NO instructions!  See?  Engineer for sure.

ImageMy poor Little C spent some time in the hospital a few weeks ago .  He was horribly sick and the doctors just could not figure out what was wrong with him.    They thought it was meningitis, which meant every doctor and nurse to enter his room had to wear a mask.  That was really frightening for Little C!  The worst part of the entire ordeal was having to watch, helplessly as he whimpered in pan,  As a mommy, that broke my heart.  Thankfully, he made a fll recovery and is back to be being his sassy little self again!



Well, that sums it up for now I guess!  I promise it won’t be another 6 months before you hear from me again!

Sorry Folks . . .

14 Jan

I told you on day 10 that I was laid up with back pain.  Well, now I’m REALLY laid up!  I ended up in the ER late last night with SEVERE back pain and I’m taking a cocktail of muscle relaxers and pain meds to try and ease my pain while the damaged nerves in my spine heal.  Fun stuff!  So, until I’m able to get out of bed and move and all that stuff a person takes for granted . . .  30 Days to Organized is on hold.  I’m sure you all understand!  I will be back as soon as I can!

6 Things You Should NEVER DIY

24 Apr

My friend came running over to my house in a panic this afternoon.  She’d let someone who didn’t know what she was doing bleach her dark hair for her.  She now resembles a cross between Malibu Barbie and a cheetah.  I spent hours fixing her hair for her and it got me thinking about all the things you should NEVER do yourself, or let someone who isn’t a trained professional do for you.  I know all of the following are best left to the experts, not just because they don’t sound like something you should take on, but because if there is something out there you shouldn’t do . . .my friends and I have probably at one time or another tired to do it!

Auto Repairs
A few years and two minivans ago, my breaks needed replacing.  I was driving to work and I literally lost a brake pad in the parking lot!  Handy Hubby swore up and down that he could replace the brakes by himself no problem.  HA!  Two weeks and a lot swearing later I finally convinced him to just take the car to a mechanic, and not some wack job who THINKS they are a mechanic, but a REAL mechanic.  So if you are having car trouble and you aren’t a professional, I highly recommend you consider taking your vehicle to someone that knows what they are doing.

Electrical Work

Handy Hubby, while not great with cars, is awesome at home repairs, remodeling etc.  A few years ago he was hired for a side job to finish an attic room and make it a sewing room.  He did the insulation, drywall, mudding yadda yadda.  He needed to install a few new light fixtures and outlets, which he is totally capable of.  However, once he was in the walls there were live wires LIVE WIRES just hanging out in there!  He couldn’t believe their house hadn’t burned to the ground!  The lady wanted him to fix it, but Handy Hubby said no way and had to halt all of his work until they hired an electrician to come out and fix the faulty wiring.  Apparently, the previous owners of the house had tried to wire the attic themselves.  NEVER I mean NEVER EVER try to do electrical work if you aren’t a skilled electrician.  You could short a circuit, shock yourself, burn down your house . . .just don’t do it.  Period.

Now I’m not saying you cannot put in a new toilet or sink or anything like that.  But when it comes to major plumbing, or anything involving a well or septic tank, you really ought to hire someone.  You don’t want the poop to be in your kitchen every time you flush!  Or your well to go dry, which is really costly to repair.  You end up with some serious issues if you don’t know what you are doing, and reading an E-How doesn’t count!


I once had more extra holes in my body than a block of Swiss cheese.  Some of them I was smart enough to have a professional to poke into my unsuspecting flesh.  Others I was stupid enough to do myself, or have a friend do for me.  Let me tell you, there is nothing worse than the infection or unsightly scar that can (and most likely will) come after a bad piercing.  My ears and belly button are proof that home holes area BAD idea.  Need more proof?  Improper sterilization, or incorrect placement of a needle (or piercing gun) can cause an infection that can honestly kill you.  If your luck isn’t quite that bad, you may just end up with severely damaged cartilage.  Ever seen someone with a droopy ear?  Most likely it didn’t always look that way.  I worked for years a piercer and believe me, if you don’t know what you are doing you are headed down the road to Hurtville.


Similar to my warning about home piercings, home ink in just plain idiotic.  It’s not going to look good, the coloring is going to be bad, and the likelihood of an infection is great.  Aside from that, years from now when you have to look at that botched home ink day in and day out, or pay thousands of dollars to have it removed, you will wish you hadn’t done it.  Home tats are usually the outcome of a few friends and a few too many strong drinks.  Take my ex, for example.  He a bunch of his “super cool” friends got wasted one night and decided to ink each other.  Well now he’s 30 with the word “RYTE” spelled across his stomach and an arrow pointing to the left.  Idiot.  So home ink . . .please for the love of all that is good, DON’T drink and ink!  (just don’t)  Granted there are more than enough bad professional tattoos out there too . . . ever heard of   Check it out, it’s good for a laugh and a lot of perspective!


So your friend says she knows how to perm at home.  Or she watched an online tutorial for weaves and now thinks she’s an expert.  Take it from my friend with the bad dye job, unless you went to school, you have no business holding chemicals to another person’s head.  Ok, the little L’Oreal box dye at home kits are usually safe, as long as you follow the directions and use a color that will actually work with your natural color.  I’ve been blue, purple, black, blond, red and every accidental color in between there.  I’ve fixed my fair share of bad dye jobs and had several of my own.  Don’t pretend to be an expert if you aren’t one.

There you have it folks.  DIY is not for everyone, and it’s not for everything either.

A Whale of a Camper

25 Feb

This is not something I made, and probably not something I would make, but it’s crazy cool!

While camping this past summer my family came across an awesome home made whale camper!  According to the creators it was constructed rom an old fishing shanty and mounted onto a 2 wheel trailer.  Beyond that I have no idea how they made it, or how roomy it is inside.  I can imagine they need a lot of lanterns because that little porthole that is the whale’s eye is the only window.  Nevertheless, it’s freakin awesome!

Mooooom I’m boooooored!

25 Feb

3 words I hate to hear.  Mom, I’m bored.  And it’s always said in that whiny, ear piercing tone!  Enter Bored Jar!  The Bored Jar is a mason jar filled with fun things to do when you can’t think of anything to do yourself.  Pieces of paper folded up and put in the jar with fun ideas on them.  Whenever I think of a new idea I simply add it to the jar.  Some of them are put on a puppet show, draw each other as animals, act out your favorite movie, draw a map of our house, have a scavenger hunt etc etc.  All are meant to inspire my children to be creative and have fun together, and none of them require the tv!  Yay!

Wrong Way Dummy??

25 Feb

Why Wrong Way Dummy?  Well I’m glad you asked!  For starters, I collect Russian Nesting Dolls.  I have a very nice collection, if I may toot my own horn.  I call them Wrong Way Dummy Dolls because when I was a kid watching Sesame Street (pre-Elmo, mind you) there was a cute little number with nesting dolls counting backwards from 10.  In the number one doll hops into another upside down and the nestee says to the nester “Wrong Way Dummy!”  Ever since then, I’ve called them Wrong Way Dummy Dolls and collected them.

Why call my blog Wrong Way Dummy?  Why the heck not?  Because it’s fun!  And I’m fun too!

A little about me:  I’m a mom of 2 wonderful boys and a furry doggy daughter.  I love to paint, draw and craft.  Mainly I enjoy making things out of other things, repurposing or what ever you wan to call it.  I also love to come up with fun projects the boys and I can do together, especially in the frigid winter months here on the South Pole.  (Ok, I don’t REALLY live on the south pole, but it feels like it)

So sit back, relax, and get ready to get crafty!