Hmmm, ironic that my last entry was pertaining to my "bug" costume...now I am dealing with a different kind of bug - a flu! :(

Well, some kind of virus, anyway - the little one has had a chest cold for the past few days and now mommy is suffering with it. It's a bit unpleasant as it produces alot of tightness in the chest and the requisite sore throat...and all I can take is tylenol, plus lots of juice, water, tea...etc. Also plenty of vitamin C...it is so damp outside (and in the houses) that I am not thinking that running the humidifier will do much.

Yesterday I was spent - emotionally and physically - as the little one was really being awful. It was one bad behavior after  another...ugh! One of those days.

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon outside, and it was cool, cloudy...actually favorable weather for heavy landscaping and gardening.

As I work on an extremely limited budget, not to mention I love the idea of "reusing" things, I spend much of the day "rearranging" garden materials around the front and back yards. We lost an elm tree last year and have a huge pile of mulch out front from its demise...so I dug up wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of the fine chips and distrubited it in the front yard on a somewhat bare  and very shady patch that is difficult to mow - thus I just covered it with mulch for a "neat and clean" look. Then to my bulb garden where i spread a thin layer of mulch over the very sunny spot, to help the soil retain moisture and not "bake".

I filled in additional bare patches - on the burm with arborvitae, and along the fence. As I was raking the mulch long the bck west fence line, I spied a tiny Japanese red maple that we must have been pruning year after year to kill it - but , as a testament to life, it just kept springing back! Since it was in an inopportune spot, and since I adore that tree species, I looked around the back yard, found a suitable spot for it, near the mulch pile, to act as a sort of "screen" for it, and dug  hole and cleared away some fo the grass surrounding the hole.

The hardest part was digging up that well-rooted little tree. It battled my spade for quite sometime and unfortunately I ended up splitting the main trunk, but it hd so many hearty off-shoots that I chose the best-looking one and replanted it in its new "home". I then filled in the hole, watered, and mulched around the perimeter of it. I hope it roots well and grows nicely this spring/summer.

I recently ordered some Colorado Blue Spruce from the National Arbor Day foundation which is SUCH a great buy - a $10 membership will get you 10 free trees plus free shipping!  Granted, the trees are just 6" - 12" "babies" but, to me, that just makes it easier to plant them. I plan on placing 4 along our front property line for a traffic/noise/privacy screen, and then the remaning trees cross the west lot line.

Earth day is TODAY and Arbor Day is April 30th - try to do SOMETHING to help our environment this week if you can! Each small act of conservation deserves a big pat on the back.

I am feeling better, day by day...today I even got back to my yoga routine - ahhhh that felt good!

I was planning on starting some lap swimming this week but may wait a bit, as my stitches are not 100% healed up.

I was happy to find that some of the pictures Paul took at our last photo session turned out fairly well. I was able to copy some that he posted on his online photo album (I will be recieving a full set when I see him next.) I look forward to seeing how the full-length nudes turned out. It will be a nice souvenier, if nothing else, of my pre-scarred breast...

But rather than whine, I will share one that I think turned out nicely, although I think my back looks rather "masculine" at this angle - but I do have something of an "athletic" build. Nonethless, I think I did a pretty good job as a hair/makeup stylist! ;)

 

 

 

 

Today I went outside and did some gardening/landscaping while it was still warm and sunny. Then, I knew I had to start working out agina but didn't want to over-do things, so I went with a 30-minute pilates reformer session, which seemed to be just right - stretching and weight-bearing exercise for abs and lower body, but not alot of strain, or exertion.

I can't wait to get back into running again but I know I'm not "there" yet.

Hopefully this weekend I'll be able to snag a used road bike so I can start training for all of my upcoming tri's.

Today I awoke feeling groggier and more sore than ever...I didn't take any darvocet last night for the breast pain and fever as I wanted to be "with it" when I took little one to school and then took myself to the GI doc. Well, I guess abstinence from narcotics didn't quite do the trick. I suspected that my ever-worsening constipation (sorry folks, but its my blog and I am gonna be up-front about my issues) was to blame for the dizziness.

It has gotten to the point that I was shitting MAYBE 2-3 times a MONTH!! And that was with "assistance" via some sort of saline laxative. Bad news!

I also suffered lower left-side abdominal pain. These symptoms have been around for 18 monts or so; last year I got a ct scan and colonoscopy but they revealed nothing abnormal. A few weeks ago, I got an ultrasound to rule out gyne issues (cysts, adhesions) that would cause the pain; nothing there, either.

So then I read about Zelnorm, a new drug for women with constipation and abdominal pain as their primary symptoms (i.e. - IBS with constipation). I thought it sounded like my problem so I saw a Gastroenterology Nurse practicioner (who works directly with my GI doc in the same office.) He suggested Zelnorm even before I brought it up. I got two sample packs and a prescription. I crossed my fingers that it wouldn't just stagnate in my gi tract like so many other medications have in the past.

Wowsa! Took one before lunch and I have been on the toilet all afternoon! I guess it works! I had alot in there to clean out so I am hoping that things will"normalize" to a nice, "regular" shit or two each day instead of this explosive nonesense...I am truly hopeful that this will finally end this very painful yet embarassing problem for me.

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool it never ends...

Remember that corny pop song from the 60's? Well anyway...

I woke up this morning very LATE and really out of it...I am sitting her in bed with the laptop cuz I just can't walk or sit up, I feel so dizzy. I took two darvocet before bed last night as  my chest really hurt again. The swelling has gone down alot, but as I walk and move about the "gravity" factor makes it hurt. I just keep a tight sports bra on it and an ice pack, but last night I took the meds so I could sleep comfortably. I can't tell if I am still funky from the drugs (which are a very mild narcotic analgesic) or of they made me sleep funky so thaat I am just really exhausted. *yawn*

I own a videotape copy of a charming, campy 1950's sci-fi/exploitation movie titled "Nude on the Moon."

I used to show it at parties, friends chuckling in reaction to the incredibly niave and hokey dialog...and more so, the utterly un-sexy nudists that acted as extras, holding hands, dancing in a circle, and, I think, wearing some sort of green glittery body paint to make them resemble "alien" moon people.

I have been enjoying a somewhat "academic" book written in 1991 called, Therapy, Nudity and Joy. It was recommended to me by my photographer friend, Paul, who once used it in a college psychology class. It has made me become nearly obsessed with the idea of relaxing at a nude beach or health spa...sitting in the sun, warm breezes caressing me... especially now with my scars, stretch marks, and other "imperfections" that are getting tough to cover with atwo-piece bathing suit, I feel like having no clothed "outlining" and restricitng me is actually much more "flattering" of a look, as odd as that may seem.

Well, I am finally back from the hospital - yes, Friday afternoon. Everything seemed to go ok
Wednesday but then apparently I developed a hematoma in the double biopsied breast (right one). At first I joked that it looked like someone gave me a Pamela Anderson breast implant - it was THAT outrageously swollen and huge; but then I started not feeling  good thursday afternoon. The hospital called to check on me and after I relayed my swelling and general malaise, they suggested I call the doctor. I phoned the surgeon who said plainly, "Meet me in the ER as soon as you can." 
 
Long story short, I had to have another surgery(general anesthetic) Thursday night to remove the bloot clot (hematoma). I arrived at about 1:30 pm and I was stressed and nervous about the hematoma, plus I had been feeling nauseated all afternoon. By the time Dr. Pae arrived and confirmed the need to slice and dice me again, I started to cry. I think he assumed I was crying  due to pain, thus he ordered a strong dose of narcotics for me, trying to help. Dilaudid - "drugstore heroin".

I had a restful "moment" for what seemed like about 30 minutes, until I got searing pains in my stomach, and had to hold tightly to the bars of the bed to ease the pain which was radiating to my back.  I began sweating profusely and removed the blankets, footie socks, and other coverings as I began to breathe in a pattern reminiscnet of a dog panting. I tried to call out to a nurse but I was so out of control I could just muster a faint moan. No one heard me behind the closed door of the private ER room.

Finally, by 5:50pm, the orderlies came in to wheel me up to the main OR for surgery prep. Needless to say I was "coming down" and got awful motion sickness rolling about on the cart, and when in place again, my throat tightened and I began to cry again.

I had this overwhelming sense of foreboding. I cried out to the nurse to call the hospital chaplain to consult with me. She arrived and asked what was the problem. I began to babble on and on about my fear of this second surgery and my "bad trip" that I was still suffering from. She held my hand, said a prayer with me, and led me in some relaxing breathing techniques, which helped immensely, even though we only got a few moments to do that as they were ready to take me into the OR. I was grateful to have someone to help me get re-grounded, and so I was able to regain my sense of humor and even joke with the surgeon a bit as they began to knock me out. He apologized and  stated that he thought I was in really bad pain and couldn't think of anything else that would help. I noted thata a post-surgery shot of demerol worked well for me after gall-bladder removal so he agreed to have that available for me if I wanted it.

The sugery went well and I really was more exhausted than in pain after; I slept for 2 hours after a demerol shot. In the morning I watched my breast swell again, but the doctor checked on me twice and confirmed that the bleeding had stopped and that a sports bra and ice pack would help reduce the swelling over the next few days. He even fashioned a surgical tape and gauze "bra" for my franken-boob to help support it!

It was wierd having a doctor care for me who is actually YOUNGER than me. I just wanted to give him a little kiss on the forehead!

Not much to say today as I'd rather just pop some painkillers and rest...I am recovering from two breast biopsies - one of which they actually took the whole "mass" out instead of just a little piece, so tht side is incredibly swollen and sore.

No working out until at least tomorrow. We shall see; I may stick to something "lite" like pilates reformer lower body or just walking on the treadmil at a low pace so I don't need to swing my arms.

I'll get the biopsy results next week...I doubt its anything to worry about but I have to get the official "thumbs up" first.

Next week, I also go to see the GI doc to see if I might switch meds as the current one is utterly worthless at this point.

*sigh*

ok, back to bed....