About Jen

Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

Something Positive Instead of Me Whining

From It Made My Day:

Today a news reporter interviewed an anarchist in a black mask protesting the G20 summit. He was holding a â??œDown with Capitalismâ??? sign. When asked where he got the supplies he responded â??œWalmart and Target, but I had to get the Paint at Home Depotâ??? IMMD

Having attended a school with anti-capitalistas and anarchists, I just had to laugh.Â? I do sympathize with them to a degree but I did have to laugh.

Will I Ever Update Consistently????

The run-down of the last 15 days:

[+] Daniel ended up in the ER on the 13th. He was coughing badly and spitting up. Our chief of medicine (whom I loathe and would rather die than see) was on duty and to my surprise, he actually had a small semblance of a bedside manner. He ordered some bloodwork and an x-ray and found that Daniel was probably just still dealing with having the breathing tube down his throat… except that he wasn’t intubated!!!! (Not that Dr. Ego listened to me…) He gave him some antibiotics to ward off anything that could be there.

[+] On the 14th, I was home with a sinus infection and had just been to see the doctor. I was stopped in front of the Dash Inn waiting for someone to pass so I could turn left when a woman plowed into me at 30 mph, knocking me into the other lane and parking lot. It’s good that she ended up pulled over across the street because I was seriously going to rip her head off. My car was unquestionably totalled — the back end was smushed in to the point that the back doors were stuck in the frame. I was in complete shock and the firemen and paramedics decided that it would be really good to take me to the hospital. I was in the ambulance with HER (the person who hit me) and one of the little kids in her car.

I was stone-silent the whole way to the hospital — I was just SO mad. I mean, it’s just a car and THANK GOD I DIDN’T HAVE DANIEL WITH ME but I loved the car and it meant independence for me because we live in the middle of nowhere. The doctor I’d just seen (Dr. SuperCool) the new osteopath at the clinic) was on call and she was like “I just saw you….” She ordered x-rays and checked me out. The x-rays came back clean for my back and neck and she gave me some Darvocet with Skeletax to deal with the pain and relax the muscles down.

Currently, I’m waiting for the MHP to send over the paperwork so I can get the police report to my insurance company. HER also apparently doesn’t exist in most forms so nobody has been able to get ahold of her to get insurance information, making this whole process more complicated.

On the 23rd, I was having really bad neck pain so I went back to Dr. SuperCool and asked her for some OMM. It was an *interesting* experience but it worked wonders and I haven’t had much pain since.

[+] Jon had a call interview in California so we flew out on the 24th with Daniel. He traveled really well and my in-laws greeted us at the airport with signs, ribbons, and balloons. They also got us In n’ Out for dinner. My sister-in-law and I got pedicures the next day (thanks to my wonderful father-in-law) and we got to have hang-out time with Daniel’s godparents (well… one set) and their daughter Emily who would be our god-daughter if they believed in infant baptism.
The interviews on Saturday went well (I think) and the people were really nice. Jon preached two services on Sunday and the call committee from [the-church-who-must-not-be-named] came to see him. The best part of all of this was watching my father-in-law and Daniel bond — there were some definitely cute moments. My evil twin and his fiancÃ?e also flew down for Sunday and so they got to meet Daniel.

Hernias? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Hernias!

The dude was finally “of age” (50 weeks gestation) to have his hernia surgery so we headed down to Great Falls after work on Wednesday. It had been a craptastic day for me so I rewarded myself by experiencing the wonderfulness that is Sonic for the first time. We thought the dude was going to be up all night and scream at us indignantly because he couldn’t have any formula after midnight, but he slept instead. If we’d actually known this, maybe WE would have gone to bed on time and not stayed up on our laptops until midnight.

Surgery was at 7:30ish on Thursday and Daniel charmed the scrubs off his surgical staff. His anesthesiologist talked to us about just doing a coddle block on him (kind of like an epidural) instead of putting him under completely and apparently Daniel’s surgeon agreed so the dude didn’t get to enjoy the joy that is morphine. I thought I’d be freaking out in the waiting room but the only hellish thing was the presence of FOX News on the TV and that was easily blocked out using headphones and iTunes. Surgery went well and when they brought him to us in the post-op area, he was awake and really pissed that OMG-HE-HADN’T-EATEN-IN-NINE-HOURS-AND-WHY-WERE-WE-GIVING-HIM-THIS-WEIRD-SUBSTANCE-CALLED-WATER-THAT-WAS-NOT-HIS-FORMULA?!?!?!?!?!!!?!?!? While we were waiting for him to have a wet diaper and be cleared to leave, I enjoyed some seriously great dude time with him snuggled into the crook of my arm. After we got back to the Great Falls Inn, we all took naps after feeding the dude. He was doing so well that day that we went to go see my aunt and uncle later.

We drove home on Friday after stopping by the surgeon’s office to get some Vaseline gauze (seriously the grossest stuff EVER!!!!). The dude had some issues last night — his bowels started moving and he got fed too much and ended up puking on me right after I’d given him his Tylenol. He also aspirated a little bit which meant a lovely conversation with the hospital on what to do. (I swear… I think they play rock-paper-scissors over who gets to deal with me.) The dude couldn’t have any more Tylenol as we weren’t sure what he’d actually kept down so we had a VERY howly little boy because he was uncomfortable. (In addition to the hernia repair, they also circumsized him.)