I love a snappy comeback. Unfortunately, I often think of them well after the appropriate moment for them has passed. Such a thing happened yesterday.
I had to go to the dentist. Not only had I not had a check up in 1.5-2 years (although I had been in during that time to see the hygienist for my cleanings), but I knew I had a problem with one of my back molars. It felt like a corner had broken off and I could see a cavity.
So I go to the dentist, and fill out the form to update my info. I clearly write on the form that I am pregnant and am 3 months along. Evidently that piece of paper is purely for legal purposes to cover their behinds, as no one looks at it. When the tech came to get me she immediately took me to the x-ray area. I informed her that I was pregnant. "Oh." She looked a little confused. Do pregnant women never come to this dentist? "So do you want a visual exam only?" I answered with a simple yes, but I could have said that no one could fail to see the problem, even without an x-ray.
When the dentist comes in, we have one of the weirdest conversations I have ever had with a "professional."
Dentist: So you're pregnant.
Me: Yes.
D (looking at my chart): What is this, your third?
Me: No, my sixth.
D (looking completely dumbfounded): Sixth?
Me: Mmm-hmm.
D: Wow. What are their ages?
Me: Ten, eight, six, five, and almost three.
D: How old are you?
Me: Uh, 33.
D: Wow. Six. Are you ok with all those kids?
Me (a little confused myself - how am I supposed to answer this?): Yeeeees.
D: After we had our two, I told my wife, "Whoa, no more." Well, good for you. (This was a little unconvincing.) Now what seems to be the problem with your teeth....
What I wish I had said, when he asked me if I was "ok with all those kids" was this:
Me: Well, there are a couple we thought about returning, but we lost the receipts.
I would have loved to see his expression if I had thought of this at the time! ;-)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
ATTENTION SAN ANTONIO DRIVERS
I have an announcement:
The left lane of traffic on freeways and interstates is a passing lane. I realize that this is a new concept for many of you, especially those headed west/south on 1604 last night. But, unless you are passing someone, you are supposed to drive in the right lane.
This goes especially if you decide to drive 3 miles per hour below the speed limit.
Oh, and if a car comes up behind you and has to slow down, it might be an indication that you need to move into the right lane of traffic.
And if cars are passing you on the right, it is definitely a sign to MOVE INTO THE RIGHT LANE!
OK, rant over. :-)
The left lane of traffic on freeways and interstates is a passing lane. I realize that this is a new concept for many of you, especially those headed west/south on 1604 last night. But, unless you are passing someone, you are supposed to drive in the right lane.
This goes especially if you decide to drive 3 miles per hour below the speed limit.
Oh, and if a car comes up behind you and has to slow down, it might be an indication that you need to move into the right lane of traffic.
And if cars are passing you on the right, it is definitely a sign to MOVE INTO THE RIGHT LANE!
OK, rant over. :-)
Monday, October 8, 2007
I am sick and tired
of being sick and tired. My blog posts in the last few weeks have been filled to the brim with sickness, pain and injury. Yes, that seems to be our lot in life the last few weeks, but I'm SICK of writing about it. (I will just put in here that my husband has a doctor's appt this afternoon at 4:30 to see about his ankle.)
BUT, enough of that, so I thought I'd put in a quick tip of the day:
When I am making any kind of muffin or quickbread, I nearly always substitute the oil or butter called for for one half oil and one half applesauce. Yes, I know many recipe books and diets tell you to substitute all applesauce, but believe me, it affects the texture too much. ICK! But a half and half mixture produces a product with the same texture but with half the fat and many fewer calories than all oil or butter.
However, in pancake, waffle, or dessert recipes, I just don't find the results to be as pleasing. Waffles don't crisp without the oil, pancakes don't use that much anyway, and come on - if you are going to make dessert, then make it, for pete's sake. I'd rather eat a smaller square of something that tastes good, than mess around with the applesauce.
BUT, enough of that, so I thought I'd put in a quick tip of the day:
When I am making any kind of muffin or quickbread, I nearly always substitute the oil or butter called for for one half oil and one half applesauce. Yes, I know many recipe books and diets tell you to substitute all applesauce, but believe me, it affects the texture too much. ICK! But a half and half mixture produces a product with the same texture but with half the fat and many fewer calories than all oil or butter.
However, in pancake, waffle, or dessert recipes, I just don't find the results to be as pleasing. Waffles don't crisp without the oil, pancakes don't use that much anyway, and come on - if you are going to make dessert, then make it, for pete's sake. I'd rather eat a smaller square of something that tastes good, than mess around with the applesauce.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Mulligan, anyone?
You ever just had a week that you wish you could do over? Well I'm sure my husband wishes he could do over this week. Not only did he have issues with his esophagus problem, but yesterday he somehow injured his Achilles tendon.
Friday night we had a great time of fellowship at OP Schnabel park with our homeschool group. This is one of the times of year the whole group gets together, dads and kids, to share a meal together and fellowship.
Saturday morning we followed through with our plans to leave for Kyle, Texas right after breakfast to spend the day with Kelly's brother and his family. Kelly's parents had driven in and we were all going to watch my nephew Nikita play soccer. Then Tony, my BIL, had suggested we all go to the Texas Department of Parks and Wildlife Expo. So we drove over to the street where the department has its headquarters.. and sat there. And we sat there some more. We crept forward about half a city block in 15-20 minutes. That's how long the line of cars was just to get into the parking lot, which we could see. An outlet mall the day after Thanksgiving would be less crowded. There were hundreds of cars and thousands upon thousands of people.
So we went to Plan B, and drove to McKinney Falls State Park down the road a ways. We ate lunch and went down to one of the falls and soaked our feet in the water. Pretty area.
When we got back to the Suburban, Kelly noticed his heel on his right foot was hurting a little. We went back to his brother's house, grabbed some dinner and headed home. I drove back, which was a good thing, because by the time we got home, his heel was killing him. It's on the back of his heel right where the tendon attaches to the bone. He went to bed, both of us thinking it would be better this morning.
It wasn't. When the alarm went off, he got out of bed, and nearly sunk to his knees on the floor. I think he'd forgotten, but he was reminded very quickly. So he decided to stay off of it all day, and try to get into Brynna's orthopedist tomorrow. We did some research and the symptoms seem consistent with a tear or pulling of the Achilles tendon, but we are both hoping that is not the case, as that would take a long time to heal. The really weird thing is that he doesn't remember a particular moment when he went "OW!" He didn't fall, or turn his ankle that he remembers. There were some steep inclines down to the river, but he doesn't really know when it would have happened.
So, we are hoping we can get him into the doctor tomorrow. He thinks he can drive, so he plans to go to work and call the doctor from there. He has used so much time off lately that he wants to miss as little as possible. We borrowed my friend Candace's crutches, but she's a little shorter than Kelly. But they are allowing him to hobble around when he needs to, and we figure the doctor will get him some correctly sized one if he needs them.
So, he has definitely had a week to forget. We are just praying that it is not too serious. And that these things really don't happen in threes.
Friday night we had a great time of fellowship at OP Schnabel park with our homeschool group. This is one of the times of year the whole group gets together, dads and kids, to share a meal together and fellowship.
Saturday morning we followed through with our plans to leave for Kyle, Texas right after breakfast to spend the day with Kelly's brother and his family. Kelly's parents had driven in and we were all going to watch my nephew Nikita play soccer. Then Tony, my BIL, had suggested we all go to the Texas Department of Parks and Wildlife Expo. So we drove over to the street where the department has its headquarters.. and sat there. And we sat there some more. We crept forward about half a city block in 15-20 minutes. That's how long the line of cars was just to get into the parking lot, which we could see. An outlet mall the day after Thanksgiving would be less crowded. There were hundreds of cars and thousands upon thousands of people.
So we went to Plan B, and drove to McKinney Falls State Park down the road a ways. We ate lunch and went down to one of the falls and soaked our feet in the water. Pretty area.
When we got back to the Suburban, Kelly noticed his heel on his right foot was hurting a little. We went back to his brother's house, grabbed some dinner and headed home. I drove back, which was a good thing, because by the time we got home, his heel was killing him. It's on the back of his heel right where the tendon attaches to the bone. He went to bed, both of us thinking it would be better this morning.
It wasn't. When the alarm went off, he got out of bed, and nearly sunk to his knees on the floor. I think he'd forgotten, but he was reminded very quickly. So he decided to stay off of it all day, and try to get into Brynna's orthopedist tomorrow. We did some research and the symptoms seem consistent with a tear or pulling of the Achilles tendon, but we are both hoping that is not the case, as that would take a long time to heal. The really weird thing is that he doesn't remember a particular moment when he went "OW!" He didn't fall, or turn his ankle that he remembers. There were some steep inclines down to the river, but he doesn't really know when it would have happened.
So, we are hoping we can get him into the doctor tomorrow. He thinks he can drive, so he plans to go to work and call the doctor from there. He has used so much time off lately that he wants to miss as little as possible. We borrowed my friend Candace's crutches, but she's a little shorter than Kelly. But they are allowing him to hobble around when he needs to, and we figure the doctor will get him some correctly sized one if he needs them.
So, he has definitely had a week to forget. We are just praying that it is not too serious. And that these things really don't happen in threes.
Friday, October 5, 2007
That was then...
This is now.
This was tonight at our annual HOPE (my homeschool group) picnic. My friend Cathi snapped this picture after Lauryn came in from the playground looking like she had war paint on. In fact our pastor started quoting lines from Braveheart when he saw her. At least some things don't change. :-)
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Another uneventful week
So everything seemed to be going so much better this week. I'm feeling better, although still not out of the woods yet. Tuesday the girls and I started doing some cleaning in preparation for Bible Study at our house on Wednesday. Kelly was going to help me some more after dinner. I made sloppy joes, and that's when everything stated falling apart.
Kelly, as many of you know, has a few medical problems. One of which is a ringed esophagus. This means that he has to get his esophagus dilated about once a year (this is done via endoscopy) or else he gets food stuck in his esophagus when he swallows. He hadn't had this happen in a while, but Tuesday night, he got some stuck.
His usual method of relieving this problem is not pretty. He has to gag himself to try to make himself throw up, as this will cause the matter in his throat to come up as well. Well after two hours of trying to do this, he still had the food caught. This meant he could not swallow anything, even his own saliva, or it would back up into his airways and choke him. We called his GI doctor, and were told to go to the ER. So I called some friends who have teenagers who graciously came over to put the kids to bed and stay with them.
When we got to the hospital, the ER waiting room was packed. But I thought we would get seen relatively soon because this was an airway issue. However it was 2 HOURS before he was triaged - in other words before the nurse even assessed his condition. We got to the ER at 8 pm, saw the nurse at 10. He was immediately put into a room, hooked up to everything, and we waited some more.
Of course by this time, I'm feeling a little empty, and of course I had no one dollar bills to get anything out of the vending machines. So Kelly and the nurse both encouraged me to go somewhere and get something to eat. The nurse said, "He's going to be here a while." Great. So I run and get something, breaking a bill, so I am fully prepared for the long night ahead. I get back to the room and he still hadn't seen a doctor. After I eat, I run out to the car to get something I left. When I get back, Kelly looks much better and said it had finally gone down! He had felt something funny in his throat, so had massaged the sides of his throat while swallowing hard. That had done it, after 5 hours of being stuck, 3 while in the ER. We aren't sure what happened, but he was very grateful to avoid the emergency endoscopy.
This was 11 pm. Of course right after this the doctor walks in, ready to order the IV needed for the endoscopy drugs. Of course he had to make sure Kelly could drink fluids, and told us we could leave. It was 11:30 by the time we left. It will be interesting to see what the ER bill will be for all their help. :-)
Kelly's throat is very sore - he says he feels like he swallowed a brillo pad. He didn't eat anything yesterday until late last night when he got hungry enough to be willing to swallow something. I told him that he will go to extraordinary measures to get out of helping me clean the house before Bible study. :-)
Kelly, as many of you know, has a few medical problems. One of which is a ringed esophagus. This means that he has to get his esophagus dilated about once a year (this is done via endoscopy) or else he gets food stuck in his esophagus when he swallows. He hadn't had this happen in a while, but Tuesday night, he got some stuck.
His usual method of relieving this problem is not pretty. He has to gag himself to try to make himself throw up, as this will cause the matter in his throat to come up as well. Well after two hours of trying to do this, he still had the food caught. This meant he could not swallow anything, even his own saliva, or it would back up into his airways and choke him. We called his GI doctor, and were told to go to the ER. So I called some friends who have teenagers who graciously came over to put the kids to bed and stay with them.
When we got to the hospital, the ER waiting room was packed. But I thought we would get seen relatively soon because this was an airway issue. However it was 2 HOURS before he was triaged - in other words before the nurse even assessed his condition. We got to the ER at 8 pm, saw the nurse at 10. He was immediately put into a room, hooked up to everything, and we waited some more.
Of course by this time, I'm feeling a little empty, and of course I had no one dollar bills to get anything out of the vending machines. So Kelly and the nurse both encouraged me to go somewhere and get something to eat. The nurse said, "He's going to be here a while." Great. So I run and get something, breaking a bill, so I am fully prepared for the long night ahead. I get back to the room and he still hadn't seen a doctor. After I eat, I run out to the car to get something I left. When I get back, Kelly looks much better and said it had finally gone down! He had felt something funny in his throat, so had massaged the sides of his throat while swallowing hard. That had done it, after 5 hours of being stuck, 3 while in the ER. We aren't sure what happened, but he was very grateful to avoid the emergency endoscopy.
This was 11 pm. Of course right after this the doctor walks in, ready to order the IV needed for the endoscopy drugs. Of course he had to make sure Kelly could drink fluids, and told us we could leave. It was 11:30 by the time we left. It will be interesting to see what the ER bill will be for all their help. :-)
Kelly's throat is very sore - he says he feels like he swallowed a brillo pad. He didn't eat anything yesterday until late last night when he got hungry enough to be willing to swallow something. I told him that he will go to extraordinary measures to get out of helping me clean the house before Bible study. :-)
Monday, October 1, 2007
I was so proud of myself today
In spite of my migraine headache this morning, I got up at 6 am and fixed my husband breakfast. I actually worked out before the kids got up. Believe me, these are things that I haven't done for a few weeks.
After a trip to the chiropractor to get rid of the headache, I actually baked cookies this afternoon! The girls got up from nap smelling the air very appreciatively. I hadn't baked a single cookie or brownie in about 6 weeks. But tonight was my night to bring snacks for Brynna's scout group, so I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Kora boxed up enough for the whole group, and there were plenty left over for dessert.
When we got to scouts tonight, Brynna's leader asked about snacks. To my horror, I realized I had walked off and forgotten the cookies I had been so proud of! Fortunately my husband bailed me out, ran to HEB and got Oreos for the whole group.
Is it too early to claim pregnancy brain? :-0>
After a trip to the chiropractor to get rid of the headache, I actually baked cookies this afternoon! The girls got up from nap smelling the air very appreciatively. I hadn't baked a single cookie or brownie in about 6 weeks. But tonight was my night to bring snacks for Brynna's scout group, so I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Kora boxed up enough for the whole group, and there were plenty left over for dessert.
When we got to scouts tonight, Brynna's leader asked about snacks. To my horror, I realized I had walked off and forgotten the cookies I had been so proud of! Fortunately my husband bailed me out, ran to HEB and got Oreos for the whole group.
Is it too early to claim pregnancy brain? :-0>
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