They say that music heals the soul. For me, it really is cathartic. It helps me to purge those pent up emotions. To move, to be free. So this time instead of it being all about me, I'd love to hear what your favorite 'catharsis' songs are. What songs help you to breathe in, breathe out, and move on?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Bounce!
What a DAY! Somehow we managed to schedule two doctors appointments, a birthday party, along with Emma's regular preschool class. All in all, it went pretty smoothly considering it was pouring rain, and we thought the party was this weekend. You know the only bad part? I thought the party was Saturday, so I didn't have a camera on me. Gasp! The horror! That DSLR and I are joined at the hip. I'll have to explain this insanity, because it's a doozy.
-Wake up. Curse the migraine I had last night that kept me up until 2. Curse the shower for taking so long to warm up. Thank the Lord for the cloud cover last night, because I fell asleep with the bedroom window open. Curse the fact that my pants aren't washed, and then backtrack and thank my handsome husband for washing them.
-Take Roo to preschool. Procure coffee and a breakfast roll. Hobble through into the farmer's market to get two loaves of fresh sourdough for my bread fiend of a husband.
-Hobble back to the car, zip across the street, and hobble into the neurologist's office. Wait. Wait. Wait. Another patient's baby decides to sit on my feet, and the parents thought it was hilarious. Laugh. Think they should move their kid not knowing who the heck I am, but laugh. Finally! Three syringes of Dysport (yep - botulinum like Botox). Praise the Lord that I got through it with hardly any pain and no passing out! Praise the Lord some more that the insurance company is paying for most of it.
-Hobble back to the car. Pick up Roo at school. Got her registered for some toddler sports classes this Summer with Miss Vanessa. (Don't worry - they are really are more fun than sports lessons.)
-Realize that birthday party is today, not Saturday. Cry a little inside at the thought of having to go from Sacramento to Roseville, back to Sacramento, then to Roseville again, and finally back home. Realize that it won't be so bad. Decide to go birthday shopping. Try to make quick trip to toy store with my Roo and husband. Realize that trips to the toy store are NEVER quick with a toddler.
-Forget to get gift bag or card. Head back to buy them. Pretend to race around on scooter with my Roo on my lap. Manage to get some lunch. It's drive-through, but it's still food. Spilled mustard on my shirt. Good thing I ran in to Old Navy on the way to the toy store!
-Trek to back to Sacramento to get my ankle checked out. Yay! No breaks, just a bad sprain in my ankle and pulled muscle in my leg. Left with a funky brace and orders to come back in a week and a half.
-Brave the storm to get back in the car and head out to the party. Silent golf clap when I realize Roo is asleep in her car seat.
-Realize we have an hour to blow before the party, and decide to go to the drugstore for some bottled coffee. Change my clothes, and Roo's.
-Party!
The End. :)
Since I have no pictures, here's some from last weekend at the inlaw's house boat.
-Wake up. Curse the migraine I had last night that kept me up until 2. Curse the shower for taking so long to warm up. Thank the Lord for the cloud cover last night, because I fell asleep with the bedroom window open. Curse the fact that my pants aren't washed, and then backtrack and thank my handsome husband for washing them.
-Take Roo to preschool. Procure coffee and a breakfast roll. Hobble through into the farmer's market to get two loaves of fresh sourdough for my bread fiend of a husband.
-Hobble back to the car, zip across the street, and hobble into the neurologist's office. Wait. Wait. Wait. Another patient's baby decides to sit on my feet, and the parents thought it was hilarious. Laugh. Think they should move their kid not knowing who the heck I am, but laugh. Finally! Three syringes of Dysport (yep - botulinum like Botox). Praise the Lord that I got through it with hardly any pain and no passing out! Praise the Lord some more that the insurance company is paying for most of it.
-Hobble back to the car. Pick up Roo at school. Got her registered for some toddler sports classes this Summer with Miss Vanessa. (Don't worry - they are really are more fun than sports lessons.)
-Realize that birthday party is today, not Saturday. Cry a little inside at the thought of having to go from Sacramento to Roseville, back to Sacramento, then to Roseville again, and finally back home. Realize that it won't be so bad. Decide to go birthday shopping. Try to make quick trip to toy store with my Roo and husband. Realize that trips to the toy store are NEVER quick with a toddler.
-Forget to get gift bag or card. Head back to buy them. Pretend to race around on scooter with my Roo on my lap. Manage to get some lunch. It's drive-through, but it's still food. Spilled mustard on my shirt. Good thing I ran in to Old Navy on the way to the toy store!
-Trek to back to Sacramento to get my ankle checked out. Yay! No breaks, just a bad sprain in my ankle and pulled muscle in my leg. Left with a funky brace and orders to come back in a week and a half.
-Brave the storm to get back in the car and head out to the party. Silent golf clap when I realize Roo is asleep in her car seat.
-Realize we have an hour to blow before the party, and decide to go to the drugstore for some bottled coffee. Change my clothes, and Roo's.
-Party!
The End. :)
Since I have no pictures, here's some from last weekend at the inlaw's house boat.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
IHF Week 8 - Hilarious Outtakes
This week's challenge over at I Heart Faces is 'Hilarious Outtakes'. Here's what they had to say:
"Have you ever gone through your photos and found some that were just too funny for words? Either the person has a weird look on their face, the child was picking their nose, the body was in an awkward angle, or... the possibilities are endless! This is your week to feature not one...but FIVE of those photos in your i heart faces entry!"
So, here are mine.
The first is two of my nieces, Maggie and Reagan. I was at Reagan's soccer game to take pictures, and I managed to catch the 'love' on the sideline. If I remember right, she was trying to lick her sisters ear to gross her out. :oP
My mother-in-law, Joanne, playing in the snow below.
And my little monkey, determined to catch some snow on her tongue.
My husband right after he completely wiped out while wearing my purple hat. :)
My beautiful daughter, while we were supposed to be getting ready to do some modeling pictures for a boutique. I ran upstairs to do laundry, and she proudly marched up the stairs to show me her 'pwetty makeup'. Luckily it was just Crayola marker!
Head on over to iheartfaces to see the other entries!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Grandma Margaret!
We all got together yesterday to celebrate our grandma Margaret's 75th birthday. Here are some pictures...
Falling Hard
I did it. I got through 14 or so injections into my scalp, neck, and shoulders. It wasn't Dysport, though. My doctor wanted to try a last effort of injected steroids. I figured that I'd give it the ol' college try and just get the Dysport in a week or so if it didn't. I don't regret trying, but I have a feeling that I won't get much if any relief from this round of injections.
On the way into the doctor's office, my bum leg failed me and I went down hard. When I'm having spasms or my leg is worn out, my foot doesn't lift up completely. My toes catch the ground, and down I go. When I was going down my tendons popping. No - it wasn't broken, but I had a feeling it was going to be sore.
That was just the beginning. In order to get to the muscle causing the headaches, I had to twist my neck and push against the doctor's hand. I felt a pop, pop, pop as the needle slid into place. Then a loud squish of fluid, and my stomach was leaping into my throat. My mouth went dry as bone, and I choked out a request for water. After a quick anti-faint lay on the table, we eventually got through all of the shots. I counted six in the scalp area, four or so in my shoulders, and another four or so in my upper back. The doctor had me lay down for a few minutes, and I was allowed to leave after they checked my blood pressure.
For the rest of the day and most of the next, my scalp was numb. It ached, and at the same time, it was still numb. It's that strange numb but so achey feeling you might have felt after surgery or dental work. Now it's just a little achy like you'd expect after 6 shots in the head. I'll survive. :)
I'm going back this Thursday for a follow-up and hopefully we'll be able to get the Dysport injected. Wish me luck!
On the way into the doctor's office, my bum leg failed me and I went down hard. When I'm having spasms or my leg is worn out, my foot doesn't lift up completely. My toes catch the ground, and down I go. When I was going down my tendons popping. No - it wasn't broken, but I had a feeling it was going to be sore.
That was just the beginning. In order to get to the muscle causing the headaches, I had to twist my neck and push against the doctor's hand. I felt a pop, pop, pop as the needle slid into place. Then a loud squish of fluid, and my stomach was leaping into my throat. My mouth went dry as bone, and I choked out a request for water. After a quick anti-faint lay on the table, we eventually got through all of the shots. I counted six in the scalp area, four or so in my shoulders, and another four or so in my upper back. The doctor had me lay down for a few minutes, and I was allowed to leave after they checked my blood pressure.
For the rest of the day and most of the next, my scalp was numb. It ached, and at the same time, it was still numb. It's that strange numb but so achey feeling you might have felt after surgery or dental work. Now it's just a little achy like you'd expect after 6 shots in the head. I'll survive. :)
I'm going back this Thursday for a follow-up and hopefully we'll be able to get the Dysport injected. Wish me luck!
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