So much to say and nothing anyone wants to hear.

I’ll start with my weird health issue.  I am calling it ‘random puking’ for lack of a better term.   It is the weirdest thing and I will admit that the first time it happened I had imbibed in a few adult beverages and blamed it on that but it has happened multiple times since so I know that’s not it.  It is as if the muscle at the top of my stomach doesn’t work like it used to.  I can imagine it doesn’t from the amount of time I had tubes in there and sometimes they were there for a few days.  I have hiccups and heartburn frequently when, before the whole mess last fall, I had heartburn maybe twice ever.  Now, I can just be sitting there and without warning I throw up.  It’s always after a meal and always when drinking water.  Yesterday I hadn’t even had that much to eat and the only beverage I had was water.  The time before that I figured I downed about a 3^rd of a bottle of water and about 10 minutes later drank another 3^rd of the bottle.  It came right back up without any warning at all.  All I can think of is that the muscle is loose now and doesn’t keep things in there.  I am guessing smaller food portions and to be careful how much water I drink at a time.  Drinking water is the one constant in every episode.  This could help me lose weight or at least keep me where I am at.  Now if I could just refrain from jelly beans. 

 

That’s enough of my gross health issues.  I had a consultation with Paul at 46 and 2 Tattoo on Friday to go over my tattoo.  So excited!!  It is a daisy with Rylee’s handwriting next to it saying ‘Celebrate Everything’.  I am going to put it on my belly near the scars.  I see the scars every day when I get out the shower and even though my belly was nothing to look at before (It’s not like I will ever wear a bikini), it is ugly, traumatic and horrible for me to look at now.  It is a constant reminder of a very dark period in my life.  I’m going to put a spin on it and instead of looking at the scars and seeing that I almost died, I am going to put something pretty there so it makes me look at it and see that I am alive!  I am calling it part of my healing process.  I picked a daisy because it is my favorite flower and it to me it is pure and bright and fresh.  I have an appointment for April 1^st!  9 more days!

 

One thing that I don’t think that I have touched on much is how thankful I am to have the job I do.   I don’t know how another employer would have handled my absences but MinnKota welcomed me back with open arms.  I am very, very grateful to have a job to go back to.  They have been flexible with my mother, my appointments and now with Rylee’s.  I am so very fortunate.  My coworkers are fabulous at covering for me if I have to be gone for some reason.  It doesn’t hurt that they are easy to like and easy to work with.  Jobs like this are hard to find.  I am glad that I have one.

 

On the whole menopause thing, and I know I can't seem to let it go; I have decided that I could do the hot flashes all day long if I could just sleep solid at night.  I am hot and sweaty so I throw off the covers.  Then I am wet and shivering cold and need the covers back.  Just a solid nights’ sleep is all I really need.  They say caffeine aggravates them but if you can’t sleep, how do you function??  Coffee is the only thing holding me together some days.  I am a week into Red Clover as a supplement and I think they have lost their intensity.  I’ll let y’all know more in a week or two. 

 

I’m going to wrap this up with another thing that I am grateful for.  I am so grateful for my family of friends.  I say it that way because this weekend I was chatting with 3 teenaged girls and another mom and the topic of family vs friends came up.  The other mom and I countered with your friends can be your family.  Just because you are not related, doesn’t mean you love them any less than you would a blood relative.  I used the example of Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Scott and my niece, Courtnie (who turned 18 today!).  Not a single one of them are related to us in any way, shape, or form but we love them just the same, treat them just the same and raised our kids to call them family.  Not because we wanted to but because they ARE family to us.  They are who we spend weekends and holidays with.  They are who we call when we need help.  And who they can call when they need help.  That’s family.  It doesn’t matter to us at all that they aren’t related.  I feel the same way toward the group of people whose children I was talking to.  Family isn’t so much about blood as it is about love. 

 

Have a great day everyone!  Love you all!