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.
086: Give money to public television during a pledge drive.
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.)
Eight years ago today when the planes crashed into the World Trade Center, I was sitting in my Person in Ministry class at Trinity Lutheran Seminary in Columbus, Ohio. I remember walking into Gloria Dei chapel after class and hearing that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. At the time, I thought it was just a small plane because they’d had one crash into a building in Florida and it wasn’t a big deal, so why was everyone flipping out? Our dean of the chapel read St. Patrick’s Breastplate to us after letting us know that DC and New York were effectively shut down. Still… I wondered what the big deal was. It wasn’t until I walked into the student lounge and saw one of the towers collapse in real time that I understood what the big deal was.
I remember the first thing I did was to call my mom who was still asleep and going to be flying to Cleveland that day on business. She didn’t know what I was so upset about until she turned on the TV. Then, I heard her gasp and wake my dad up.
I remember everyone who was on campus that day crowding into Schenk Chapel for a prayer service at noon. I remember lots of tears and Dr. Mark Ramseth, our seminary president, sitting on the floor in the midst of us leading the prayers. Never has the song “Lord Listen To Your Children Praying” had such meaning. Classes were cancelled for the rest of the day so that people could go home and track down family and friends in that area.
The next few days were a blur of prayer services and candlelight vigils. One very distinct memory I have is of the Community Eucharist the next morning and the Litany being sung acapella and it just being very haunting and evoking the feeling that we were standing in the presence of the Almighty asking for protection. I also remember listening to the National Prayer Service on the local NPR station which our circulation librarian had turned on.
Besides that week, I have other very distinct memories.
I remember hearing horror stories about what Muslims across the US were dealing with from bigoted people who couldn’t (or wouldn’t) distinguish them from the fanatics who had been the actual hijackers. The story of a Sikh man in Arizona being beaten to death because of his turban still saddens me to this day.
I remember the idiotic comments of prominent right-wing Evangelicals like Pat Robertson, Jerry Falwell, and Franklin Graham about Islam. The latter saddened me the most because I have so much respect for his father (the Reverend Billy Graham) and he was the one chosen to take over at the time.
I remember weeping when I heard about troops being sent to Afghanistan to bomb the Taliban because I knew that innocent people would die regardless of how “careful” we were.
I remember it being seriously politicized and becoming the rationale for the War in Iraq even though none of the hijackers were Iraqi (15 of the 19 were from our supposed “ally” Saudi Arabia) which angered me greatly.
I remember being in Detroit 3 months after it happened and around the time Attorney General John Ashcroft had “asked” all Muslim men between the ages of 18-35 to voluntarily come in for
interrogation questioning. It was somewhat painful that the first words out of anyone’s mouth at the mosques we visited were “we’re not ones that did it” and I felt awful that they had to apologize for the actions of a small group of people that in no way represented the larger Islamic faith.
Most of all, I remember just being disgusted 6 months and then a year later when there were “retrospectives” on TV and all. I felt it was incredibly disrespectful to the families of the victims who were having the scabs on their emotional wounds ripped off again and again. It was why I created the September 11th Media Fast in 2002 — I just didn’t feel like I needed to watch hours of footage to remember the horror of that day. I also feel serious disgust at the renaming of today as “Patriot Day” — I feel like it is such an insult to those who died.
As I sit here 8 years later, I really feel no compelling reason to re-visit the horror of that day on a yearly basis but rather to remember how my world has changed since it happened. In the last 8 years, we’ve toppled the regime in Iraq, seen our own civil rights taken away in the name of national security (*waves to the nice NSA people who are reading this*), seen the day taken and used wrongly for the purposes of electing or re-electing people to office, become more fearful as a nation, and decried what we went through so many times that the rest of the world is dying to tell us to SHUT UP ALREADY. (You’d think we’re the only country that has had a terrorist attack take place on our soil.)
What I wish we could do is remember the day but also realize that maybe some of our foreign policy decisions could have been a little better and that the hijackers do not “hate us because we’re free” but because they’ve been taught that we’re occupying their Holy Land and we’re supporting Israel in persecuting the Palestinians. I wish we could use this day as a reminder of what happens when we preach an “us vs. them” mentality and eschew tolerance of the beliefs of others.
Mostly, I wish that we as a nation could join together as we all did on that day and all be “Americans” once again.
The gist of this is that there’s a pastor in Tempe who is praying that Obama dies and goes to hell and is being very vocal about it. One of his parishioners is the person who showed up at an Obama rally in Arizona last month with an assault rifle on his back. This is also apparently the pastor who got tasered after he refused to let Border Patrol agents search his car.
This man disgusts me. I will readily admit that I wanted to see Bush 2.0 leave office during his presidency and would have loved to see him impeached but… I NEVER PRAYED FOR HIM TO DIE OR GO TO HELL!!!!! Hello? This guy is serious breaching the commandment against killing and he’s also completely forgetting Romans 13:1 which states that “everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.”
The amount of seriously malicious hate that has cropped up since Obama’s inauguration is just scaring me. There was serious polarization during Bush 2.0′s terms but his detractors were all liberals and believed in self-control and gun laws. You would NEVER have seen parents keeping their kids home from school or the heads of the state Democratic parties decrying Bush 2.0 addressing kids on the first day of school. We’ve either seriously deteriorated as a society in terms of reason and civility or the media is just showing the right-wing nut jobs. In the case of the latter, I wish they’d stop giving them so much press.