aelfie: (scream)
The icon shows what I was doing earlier.

I think I had a bad reaction to the anesthetic. My foot and leg (mid calf down) swelled. Badly. I wasn't going to bother changing the dressing on my toe because it hurt so much.

Then I went to bed. And I was in so much pain I couldn't sleep even with a vicodin in me. And I was freezing cold. So I hobbled out to the dining room, Joe kindly filled a basin with warmish/hot water, I cut the dressing off and stuck my foot into the water.

I started bleeding like a stuck pig and began bawling because of the pain. After about a 10 minute crying jag (during which Joe made me hot chocolate, wonderful man that he is) it stopped hurting so much, I dried off my foot (noticing part of the reason why it hurt so much is that he had to clip through skin this time) and re-dressed it with a much looser bandage.

I think the foot swelling combined with the original snug bandage is what caused the majority all the pain.

I'm tired, I'm cold (but no longer shivering), but my foot no longer hurts nearly as much as it did.

I'm hoping I can sleep now.

And I'm hoping the cat and kids stay the hell off of it tonight.
aelfie: (Default)
So about a year ago I had (what turned out to be) a botched pedicure.  I'm never going to a cheap place where no one speaks english again. Last February I went to the podiatrist to take care of an ingrown toenail really close to the base of the big toe on my left foot. Several shots, a tourniquet, and what I thought was too much blood, it was taken care of. I took a shitload of ibuprofen, spent two days on crutches (cause it hurt to put full weight on it), and it was all better.

I now have two ingrown toenails (one on each big toe), near the top and after dealing with some pain, I gave in and called for another appointment. I had to wait a month. This is one of those times I really hate Kaiser. (But I now realize that if it was really that bad, I should have said, give me soonest appt, I don't care who does it, instead of asking for "My Doctor") Anyway I went in this afternoon (aside: I have a very cool friend in L, she stopped by to visit and bring Xmas pressies for the kids and she stayed with them so I didn't have to pay for childcare. Now that's a Xmas pressie for me!) he looked at my feet and said. Okay, no problem, have this taken care of in 15 minutes. I said cool. Then he said something about injections.

Oh crap. I have to go through all that again? Fuck!

I decided that he should do only one toe, and I had him do the really painful one. On my right foot. It was done quickly (Fuck those nerve block shots HURT!), I rushed home (was only gone an hour) popped a vicodin, 'cause I  knew that when the anesthesia wore off it was going to hurt something awful. I also pulled the crutches out of my closet.

Then the shots wore off before the vicodin kicked in. OWWWWW

Now that the vicodin has kicked in, its down to a tolerable throbbing, rather than a needle piercing pain.

I'd prefer ibuprophen, it does a better job of taking care of swelling...but I'll take vicodin if that's the only thing I've got available.

Oh and I'm really glad I didn't do both feet. I nearly puked at the end of the second shot as it was....
aelfie: (Sucks to be you)
Made the kids play hard all day, managed to keep them from taking naps. Girls pass out on couch at 6.

W00t!

They wake up at 7:30...and won't go back to sleep.

Fuck.

Its 12:15 and we just put Gwen to bed.

I'm getting tired of the Universe kicking me in the head. I haven't had a decent night's sleep (read quantity, not quality) in over 2 weeks. And my day started with Ike wandering in and shutting off my CPAP, so needless to say I woke up in a grand mood.

Tomorrow is going to suck. I get to deal with the kids all afternoon. Joy.

Bleh

Jun. 16th, 2008 02:37 pm
aelfie: (call in sick)
Today is blah. I'm tired. I have no energy. I feel like I'm fighting something, some bug...and I'm losing the battle. I know I'm getting good sleep. I think I just need a serious nap.

Can I call in sick for the rest of the day?

I didn't think so.
aelfie: (MnM Ike)
Well. I called the school this morning and asked questions. Which they didn't answer. I got pointed to someone at the District office and spent most of the day trying to talk to the right person. I finally got a hold of her about 40 minutes ago. She can't give me what number on the wait list Ike's been assigned to because they haven't assigned one to anybody yet. And even then, they wouldn't tell me. I was annoyed at this, but I did confirm that In-District kids get first priority, even on the wait-list. So Ike should be somewhat close to the top of the list. I asked why they don't expand the program and she referred me back to the School Principal.

That's not a bad idea. I may do so in the morning.

Wednesday morning I have another "Deep Cleaning" at the dentist. Depending what time it is when I get done with that I may wander over to our home school and register Ike there. Contrary to what some other people might think, I don't think I would be a very good homeschooler. If I were, I'd already be doing it. I'm too tired, and frankly, too lazy uninspired stupid unqualified overwhelmed with my daily life to add that to it. I think I might be better when he's older, but kindergarden? I'll consider it, but its a last resort in my mind.

Grrrrr

Apr. 27th, 2008 10:56 pm
aelfie: (cat hates everything)
I got the letter this weekend regarding Ike's admission to the Charter School. As you can probably tell by the icon, he didn't get in. He's been wait listed. I'll call the school tomorrow and find out where on the list he is. I really want him there come hell or high water. I wish they'd open a second kindergarden. But I think the school is very limited on how fast it can grow, they are in portables on a campus they share with a normal elementary school and there's only so much room for them. The Village in Campbell (the other school I would have loved to put him in) had 60 slots for kindergardeners (they had to add a 3rd classroom), and a grand total of 15 of those slots were available to kids on the 3rd/4th tier. (They had something like 35 sibling applications, and 25 in district apps). But, they have an entire campus, so they have the room to expand...wish Oakgrove School District would find Indigo its own school.

Just Grrr! Dammit! I really don't want to put Ike in a traditional elementary school...I don't think he will thrive there. (Not that I have anything against our public school, our elementary school is VERY good. But its still a "Sit down, no talking, and do your work sheets" type of school.  I don't want that for Ike.

Maybe I'll homeschool him until space opens up at Indigo.

EDIT: If I do that I may do what my GF is doing. There's a homeschool program run over in Camden that you homeschool 3 days a week, and they go to class 2 days a week. I am just reluctant to start him at one school, just to pull him out mid-year. Its been hard enough with switching pre-schools, I don't want to put him through this again.

Whine

Apr. 26th, 2008 09:31 pm
aelfie: (Stitching)
So I've been busting my butt trying to get Fleur des Anges done by the end of the month. I'm tired of looking at the thing and I want to scratch it off my Goal List. However, lately it seems like every time I put a new motif in, I notice that I screwed it up and have to frog it. Grrr. So I spend 20 minutes stitching, notice I'm one thread off, spend 5 minutes frogging and then another 20 re-stitching. Grrr. I'm about ready to put it aside for something new, wait a week or so, and try again. I'm on page 8 of nine and I'm soooooo close to finishing. No pics, but I should take one shouldn't I?
aelfie: (get out)
So being flush with a State tax refund check and just getting back home from a long, but good day at work, I suggested to Joe that we go out for dinner. We tossed a few ideas of close by restaurants and decide upon Mojo Burger down the street. Its pretty kid friendly, they have a couple of small, kid-sized picnic benches and has a flat screen TV mounted in the wall that perpetually shows cartoons. Its also where I can get a burger and fries and know absolutely for sure that I'm not going to get glutened. They don't look at me funny when I say no bun on my burger and they keep the french fry oil separate from the onion ring & chicken oil.

So we drive over, unload and go in. Joe sits on kids a bit and we order our food. The owner is taking orders tonight, as I've never met him I thanked him for providing a place where I could go out to eat and know that I wouldn't get sick. He thanked me for the compliment. Meanwhile, the kids are being a bit loud, they are excited on being out, very hungry, and they are watching cartoons, but they are no where near as obnoxious as they can be. We are trying to teach them to use good manners when eating out, this is a good place for them to practice. As we wait for our dinner they get up and dance to the music and run up and down the aisles once. I stop them, send them back to the table, reminding them that we are out and to use inside voices. Again, they are being young kids, but not nearly as bad as they could have been.

Ike then decides he needs to go to the bathroom, which turns into a everyone but Mommy needs to go to the bathroom, so Joe wrestles all 3 into the (small) bathroom and I wait. The owner comes out with a tray with our food on it. This is unusual, I thought perhaps he was being nice since we were juggling all three kids.

I wish.

He puts the tray on the table, thanks me for my business and proceeds to tell me not to come back with the kids. "I have a business to run, and your unruly kids already chased a group out*, I don't need business scared away by kids treating my restaurant as their home. Please stay and enjoy your meal, just don't come back."

My response should have been "Go fuck yourself asshole and give me my money back, I'll take my business somewhere else." But no, I did the polite thing, even though the kids weren't in sight. I insisted that he box up our food to go and we got the hell out of there and went home. I wasn't insane I knew the kids were starving by this point, they needed the food and going somewhere else and increasing the delay to food even more which would make everyone extremely cranky. I had to explain to Joe why we were going home considering the plan had originally been for us to go out and eat somewhere.

I'm no longer angry, but just disappointed in myself a bit that I didn't demand my money back.

In the meantime, I'll be writing a few reviews about not taking your Celiac kids to this restaurant as, even though they can eat safely, they aren't welcome. I'll also write a letter to the owner telling him that he will no longer receive my business and exactly why and I'll also include that I've given him negative reviews on the Celiac Boards. And I'll also send my "Frequent Buyer Card" since I'll no longer need it.

Asshole.



*This isn't true, they were done.
aelfie: (Sucks to be you)
My birthday is sunday...mom is coming down to sit with the kids saturday night so that Joe and I can go out and celebrate.  Problem is...I don't want to.

Not because I'm old or anything...I'm just feeling like crap. I'm not in a real celebratory mood. And I really think I'm past that age to celebrate a birthday (at least until I get to my next major milestone).  I don't want to spend any money, 'cause we are broke economizing, all I really want to do is go to bed disgustingly early and sleep the entire night without being bothered. I'd also like the day to do something....like sleep some more...and maybe stitch a bit...and maybe leisurely jump my husband.

I don't see that happening any time soon.

So, since my mom is all hot about us going out...I've got to figure out where to go....and what to do away from the house. *sigh*

Am I a whiny bitch or what? Bleh.
aelfie: (allergies)
Two really bad nights of sleep in a row and an allergy attack=1 really tired and short tempered mama

I wanna go to bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep for a week.
aelfie: (DDD)
NOT!

So, last month I went to my GP with a laundry list of issues I wanted to talk to her about. One was that I wanted a sleep study. Almost exactly 20 years (and okay I'll admit 60 pounds ago) I was diagnosed with Obstructive Sleep Apnea. I started snoring...loudly, when I was 2. By the time I was 15, my level of sleep deprivation was so bad I'd become narcoleptic. What finally prompted my mother to do something about it, after being reassured by our Dr that everything was fine for years, was the fact that all my teachers called my mother within a week to say that I was falling asleep in their class. Every day. Mom took me to a classmates dad who was an ENT, he took one look in my throat and said "Those are coming right out. How's next week?" He said that my unusually large tonsils and adnoids were causing sleep apena...their removal would fix the problem. After the surgery he told my mom that, not only did I stop the room when I was put to sleep, but I also had the largest T&A he had ever handled.  He had no idea how I'd been able to sleep.

But I digress.

So lately, (read last couple of years) I have been feeling like I did then. I would wake up after 9+ hours of sleep and want to take a nap after a couple of hours...and would take a 3-4 hour nap if circumstances would let me.  And I felt like that I wasn't getting rested. So I asked my Dr for a sleep study. She immediately agreed and I got an appt several weeks later. Which was last week. I went to this stupid Kaiser class where I learned how to put on this wierd arm brace that had two finger thingee's on it. One to measure my oxygen levels and one to track my pulse, plus a computer to record the nights readings.

I got a letter today.

Guess what?

I have sleep apnea! (No shit!) *rolls eyes* 21 episodes per hour according to the results.

So I called to make the first of 3 appts. The first is a class to learn what sleep apnea is, and what causes it. #2 is to be set up with a smart CPAP for a week. #3 is to meet with the Doc and get my Rx and discuss further proceedures. I asked the receptionist if I could skip the class as I was diagnosed 20 years ago, I know all about it. I even had surgery for it. "Why did we do a sleep study if you already knew you have it"
"Because they didn't do sleep studies or CPAP's on 15 year olds back then. They just ripped your tonsils out and sent you home"
"That's a good reason."
"I thought so"

So now I get to join the cool kids and get a CPAP. =) Whee!
aelfie: (Sucks to be you)
So Joe and I have been talking about adopting a dog. Can't have a baby...might as well get a dog. We knew we didn't want a puppy, I am convinced that the kids would just terrorize a puppy, so I went looking at petfinder.com for an adult dog to adopt. Due to allergies, Joe and I narrowed our search to 3 breeds, a standard poodle, a standard schnauzer, and a portuguese water dog (It stops traffic you know!). So I found a standard poodle in TX that seemed to fit our needs perfectly. Three years old, male, house trained, crate trained, knows obedience, loves kids and cats.  The best part? His name is Harley.

A white, male dog named Harley. Could the universe be speaking louder?

But he costs $1100.00

Yes, you read that right. Eleven hundred bucks. Here's the breakdown

$550 for the dog itself (reimburses the rescue group for his acquisition (rescued from a breeder that was just going to put him down if they didn't buy him), neutering, microchipping, and grooming. The other $550 was for a shipping crate ($100.00) a plane ticket ($300.00), vet certificates ($100) plus ground transportation ($50). Plus another $60.00 for boarding since we won't want to ship him until after Ike's birthday party and after Joe's mom goes home.

Ouch.

We decided that even though he seems perfect. We can't justify spending that much money on a dog. Joe also didn't realize that because of his breed there'd be a continual cost for grooming. Which, to be honest, we really can't afford right now either. So we will wait, be patient, one of the local rescue groups should find us a perfect dog someday.

I wish I didn't have allergies so that I could just go down to the bloody pound. It would make life so much easier. And cheaper. =(
aelfie: (She who cooks)
And another batch of cookies in the trash.

I'm running short of the GF AP flour I use. So for Chocolate crinkles I decided to try using an AP flour my mom bought me. It uses four different flours to make the 1 to 1 mix and the base is garfava flour. (A combination of Garbanzo and Fava Bean flours) which upon previous attempts at using proved to be bitter and just plain Blecky. It is recommended that you use this flour with strong tasting things to cover the bitterness. Molasses cookies, pumpkin bread, etc, etc. I figured that any recipe that has 4 ounces of unsweetened chocolate would be enough to cover up that taste.

I was wrong.

Blech!

Although Joe is still eating them. I'm not surprised mind you...but as he said "Its chocolate rolled in sugar...I'm eatin' it." and "I've eaten my own cooking. Its gotta be a lot worse than this for me not to eat it."

I didn't even finish my first bite of the second cookie, I spit it out. And 20 minutes later the bitter, yucky aftertaste is still with me. Blech! Just nasty. This is starting to make me a bit discouraged in attempting to bake using my own recipes. I'm beginning to wonder if its worth the trouble. However, I just don't want the kids to see all the baking I do come from boxes and mixes. I love to bake. I'm just finding it annoying to try and bake gluten-free.

EDIT The kids apparently think these cookies are worth pulling out of the trash. Ew.
aelfie: (Sucks to be you)
Not pregnant. Grrr.

I'm disappointed and annoyed...and just not sure I want to try again. Part of me wants another baby bad. The other part of me is going

"The twins are almost 2 and a half. Next fall they start preschool. You could get a change to...ya know...relax. And don't forget how much PPD sucked last time. Remember the contemplating suicide? Do you really want to do that? Again?"

And the want a baby part is going "Remember how cute they are? And remember just how cool it is watching them grow? And how wonderful breastfeeding is?"

"Yea and the 8 feedings a night. And the exploding diapers. And hauling all that baby stuff all over the place. You're not sleeping much now, what you think its going to get better?"

"But its so cool to poke my stomach and have someone poke back. Do you want to never feel that again?"

"Okay, you've got a point there. That's pretty cool. The last labor was cool too."

"Yeah. But that not sleeping part...the next one could be like Ike...or worse..."

"My point."

"I'm not sure I'm convinced yet"

"Me either."

So I don't know what I'm going to do. There's one more (new) pill to try. I'm pretty sure I don't want to do shots again. I DO NOT want twins again. Don't get me wrong, I love my girls...but that was just too hard.
aelfie: (MnM Ike)
So Ike is in the Federal Preschool program 2 days a week. That's it, that's all. He receives speech therapy and occupational therapy while at school. He's also been diagnosed recently with some Sensory Processing Problems (hyper-sensitive hearing, hypo-sensitive touch, and under-responsive to movement (i.e. he needs to move. A lot.)) Which is a good thing, the bad thing is that his problems are bad enough to be annoying, but not enough to receive services above and beyond the times when the OT works with the entire class.

So, a couple of months ago at the IEP meeting, Ike's teacher told me to enroll him in another preschool another 2-3 days a week. He will be mainstreamed into a normal classroom next year for kindergarten, and she said he needed some more practice learning to behave in a normal classroom setting. She recommended the Parks and Rec program or the Y. Since I'm a member of the Y, I went there.

Before I enrolled him in school, I talked to the director. I told her about his speech delays, his resulting behavior problems that we are having (i.e. agression, inability to follow instructions...you know. Normal 4 year old behavior), his sensory processing problems, how we are working on mainstreaming him to a normal classroom, and that the FPP teacher said Ike needed practice learning to behave in a classroom. I asked. Is this a good fit for him. Will you be willing to work with him. He's going to be work for you. Her response? "Oh yes, we are willing to work with him."

Its turning out that their definition of working with him are completely different than mine. Their idea of working with him is suspending him for multiple days from the program. Can anyone explain to me how suspending a 4 year old is going to help him improve his behavior? Yes, he's aggressive, I warned them that that was going to be their main problem. I took him back to school today (after a nearly 2 week absence) and the director of the school said "He can't stay until you've had a meeting with my boss back at the Y". Great.  I load him back into the car and drive to the Y.

I find the Grand-Supervisor and asked if it was a good time. She said not really, because she wanted to meet with me and the Director, but she'd talk with just me now. She basically said the same thing over and over. He's aggressive, its unprovoked, he's picking on one little boy and that suspension is a safety issue. I pointed out that one of the teachers is telling me privately that the other teacher and the director are over-reacting, that he's behaving normally for a kid that age, and that its not really a big deal. "He was just trying to be nice" She couldn't answer how suspension is supposed to make an impression on a 4 year old. She told me I should have punished him on the days he was supposed to be at school. He's 4. Like he remembers an incident that happened 10 days ago. Please.

Safety issue was her basic response, so I asked, what are you willing to do to keep working with him? Further suspensions if new strategies don't work. So instead of dealing with him (like they said they would) they are going to shunt him aside so they don't have to deal with him. Grrrrr.

Needless to say, I'm not happy. I pointed out that if they weren't willing to work with a kid like Ike, they should have told me before I enrolled him. Suspension is not working with the problem, its not practice-learning how to behave in a classroom, which is why I brought him to their school in the first place.

So I am going to pull him out of the Y program tomorrow and demand my money back for the month, considering I paid for the whole month, I only got 3 days of school. They can pro-rate it.

So now I'm on the hunt for a new preschool. I've looked at 2 already and wasn't too happy. One was too lax, and other was too regimented. But there are other schools in the area, so I'll keep looking. I'm not sure what the right fit will be. Everyone keeps asking me "Aren't there any preschools who deal with kids like Ike?" Yea, its called the school district and Ike is already attending, and no, I can't send him more days because its not even an option.  (Your tax dollars at work!)

Most of the preschools around here are all about the academics. What they can teach the kids that will help them succeed academically at school! Frankly, I don't care about that. Ike is smart enough, he'll pick up any academic subject fairly easy. Ike needs a school where they will let him focus on social and emotional achievment. I want to see "Plays well with others" I don't care about "Can count to 100" that will come quick enough. *sigh* What in the hell happened in letting kids be kids while they are kids? When I went to Kindergarten, it was all about well, this. What happened? I don't like it. But that's another rant for another day.

I also think I need to track down an OT in the area and get him some therapy. Yes, its annoying enough to interfere with our day and his ability to play well with others. To me that means he needs services, but the district guidelines say otherwise. There's one in Gilroy, but that's a drive and a half with the girls in tow. I need to find someone more local.

And yes, I still plan on enrolling the girls in a different Y preschool (there's one at the elementary school where they will be going) than the one Ike is at now, next fall. They are a bit more mellow and aren't nearly as aggressive. They should fit in just fine.

Ike

Nov. 21st, 2007 07:45 pm
aelfie: (MnM Ike)
If this child shits in his pants one more time I am going to kill him.

Blah.

Nov. 16th, 2007 03:56 pm
aelfie: (Default)
I've got the blahs.

I'm tired, no energy, I just want to curl up and sleep.

I'm tired of feeling like this. I've felt like this my entire life. I've felt great once in my life, for 6 weeks. I want to feel like that again (although I'm not sure I want to give birth to twins that often).  Its almost enough to drive someone to take crystal. (I'm not going to, but still, speed does speak very loudly to me).

Maybe I've got SAD. I've noticed since the time change its gotten worse.

This sucks.

Blah.
aelfie: (Default)
So it was quiet. Our friend J~ and [personal profile] cjsmith showed up. It was very cool visiting with them. Its been awhile since we've had a chance to sit with CJ and chat. And with just 4 adults a decent conversation could happen.

If it wasn't for the 3 candy-hypered kids that is. My own fault. I let them have a bit of candy. So they didn't go to sleep at a decent hour, so we couldn't watch any of the "good" bad scary movies. I was afraid of the ankle-biters reaction. So we watched one of the worst films ever made-"Plan 9 from Outer Space". I even made a pun and didn't mean to do it. (Puns during Bad Scary Movie night is a long and honored Tradition. So have fun, and just don't make an Ashe of yourself)

So of course all three kids passed out about 10 minutes after we shut the door behind the departing ladies.

Lesson Learned-Send the kids to Kids Park (drop off day care, open late saturday night) so they can have their own party. Then we can watch from Dusk 'till Dawn.
aelfie: (psycho kitty)
What a fucking mistake.

On the upside Ike had a wonderful time. He was well behaved, played in the sand, with his friends, and in the water. I couldn't have asked for a better time with him.

His sisters on the other hand...

Okay, to start. Three kids and 1 adult is a LOT of stuff to drag to the beach. My stroller was completely full. Did you know that strollers don't move on the sand? No. The sink and then are stuck. It took Ike and me pulling on the damn thing to get it out somewhere decent. Then the sunscreen. Oy! I got a new brand of spray on sunscreen. I hate it. What is the point of a spray on sunscreen that you have to rub in? You are supposed to be able to spray and go. Took forever to get all three of them greased up. Hats on everyone. Wait, Where's Gwen's hat? No where to be seen (eventually found on the floor at home)Crap. Come back you need your faces greased up now too. And the sand is powdery. I'm still covered.

Anyway. Go play with the water, dig in sand, other people finally show up. Blah, blah, blah.

After about an hour and a half, Gwen starts crying for a bottle. I give her a bottle of Kool-Aid. No go, she wants a going to sleep bottle with milk. I didn't bring any. She proceeds to cry non-stop for about an hour. Ike and Elli play happily, but once Elli starts crying too I give up.

Pack up the stroller, drag it across the sand (with adult help this time!) with 2 little crying girls following. I have so much stuff there is no way in hell I can put them in the stroller and carry crap. And I can't carry them and push the stroller too. Once on a stable surface helping adult leaves. We start to walk back to the car. Kids get distracted by the arcade and run inside. I grab the leashes I keep in my diaper bag (Yes I do in fact have leashes for all three kids, comes in handy once in awhile.), and put them on little girls. Who start to cry loudly. I try and cross the street, pushing an overloaded stroller, following a small, sand encrusted boy who's clad only in a swim trunks, and dragging two hysterically crying little girls on leashes behind me.

It was not a pretty sight.

Thank the gods for the Good Samaritan who offered to help! Nice lady came up and offered to help and she pushed the stroller the two (short) blocks to the car, while I carried the little girls.

I got everyone and everything in the car in short order, gave everyone something to drink, and sat down into the driver's seat so I can drive home.

And on the windshield? A damn parking ticket!

Last time I try this stunt by myself!
aelfie: (Default)
I just got back from taking Ike to the dentist.

He needs $5400.00 worth of work done (this includes: 11 cavities, a crown on a molar and 3-3.5 hours of sedation)

WTF?!?!?!?!

OY!

I'm just...wha?

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