My ears are not happy.
Where the f*&#$ did I pack the Q-Tips??
Good news! I’m not dying.
I have lots more to write about this later, but it’s Veteran’s Day, and Paul has the day off, so I’m busy…but I wanted to let you know I FINALLY heard the results of my MRI from nearly two weeks ago:
Yay!
Haircuts and Physicals!
November 7, 2008 by LaLaLaura
Filed under The Monkeys
Yesterday, all four kids got a haircut. Pablo and Mallory go back to kindy next week, and they were looking WAY shaggy. And Nikki and Lexi had NEVER had a haircut before, ever! Beyond me hacking away at their bangs, that is. And their hair was so long, curly, and pretty. But – they would never let me put it in a ponytail, and it was constantly full of tangles, toothpaste, yard dust, etc. I hated seeing them eat dinner and watching their long hair resting in the gravy. HEEB! So, the little girls got much of their length cut off. All three girls have matching bobs. They are ADORABLE. And my GOD, they all look alike now!! I didn’t realize the problems this would present until I was realized that I can’t figure out who is who from the back anymore. Oh well. They think it’s hysterical.
And this blog entry would be much more entertaining if I had pictures to go along with it, huh? Sadly, I don’t. I took a couple, but my camera isn’t anywhere near me at this moment.
After haircuts, we picked up Auntie Kim and she accompanied us to the doctor’s office, so the big two could get their kindergarten physicals and (gasp) SHOTS. Well. THAT whole ordeal kind of sucked. They all did quite well during the examination, but when it came time to get the shots, there was lots of drama. Pablo was very brave, and mostly upset about being held down. He broke my heart, though, when he got down from the table and held his face in his hands and just WEPT. Awwww! Then, when I opened the door for him to go to my sister, he BOLTED. She had to race down the hallway after him, and when she finally caught him, he fell into her arms and cried, saying, “Pablo RUN!” 
Mallory was a thousand times worse. It took myself and three nurses to get her on the table and then hold her down. And she screamed, honestly, LOUDER than I’ve EVER heard Pablo scream. Ever. I had no idea she had that in her. She was terrified. Ugh! Horrible, horrible day. But…ya gotta do what ya gotta do. We left the doctor and dropped Auntie Kim off at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and got cookies for everyone. It’s amazing to me how my parents raised me with so little junk in the house, and nowadays, that’s all they eat. I guarantee you at any given time there are two or three varieties of cookies and pastries from the bakery in their pantry. They love sugaring up my kids! And I know my mom does it just to bug me!!
The kids actually were great last night, considering the day they had. We all hung out with daddy and enjoyed ourselves, and then went to bed, uh, pretty late actually. Bad mommy. I really, seriously need to get us back on our good schedule, since the kids go back to school in four days. We’ve slipped into bad habits having these three weeks off from school!
Today, we are stuck in the house. It’s bitter cold outside anyway, so I probably wouldn’t be too excited about going anywhere, but just the IDEA of being stuck is the worst part of it, y’know? Paul is driving my van, because his own van DIED. Yes, it died a horrible death. Actually, it’s not officially dead yet, but it will be. The mechanic gave it about 50 more miles. The transmission is just blown. Paul was coming home the other night and it started squealing and grinding and locking up and just…yeah. It’s sad. Of course, it’s got almost 200K miles on it, so…perhaps it’s time to say goodbye. We’re shopping for a new vehicle this weekend. The timing sucks, but…when doesn’t it suck? When do you sit around going, “This would be a really super time for the water heater to take a crap. I’ve got all this time on my hands with nothing to do and money burning a hole in my pocket!” Never.
Anybody want to run to the liquor store grocery store for me? :mrgreen
The MRI is OVER!
And it kind of sucked. It was creepy and confining and SO INCREDIBLY LOUD. Like, loudness in a way I was not even prepared for. My ears were ringing when we left last night, like I’d been sitting next to a speaker at a concert or something! I had earplugs in, thank God, or I’d probably be suffering some sort of permanent hearing loss now, I’m thinking. This is what the machine looks like:
I hate all this information.
There’s just too much of it everywhere! You can just turn to Google any old time, and scare the pants off of yourself reading horror stories about every ailment you can imagine. Internet, I hate you. Because I can’t quit you! The minute I find out anything, I have to immediately Google it to death so I can obsess about it for the next day and a half. Why? Why do we do this to ourselves?
Yesterday, the doctor’s office called. They apparently forgot that we spoke on Friday, so they called and said, “We’re seeing a cyst in one of the ventricles in your brain, and we need you to come back in for an MRI to make sure that’s all it is.” Ventricle! A new word to search for! Yeah, bad idea. Now I know that it’s right in the middle of my brain, instead of just, like, a wayward tangle they saw in my hair.
I’ve had several people tell me they know someone who was told they had a “brain cyst” (doesn’t that just SOUND gross? Having a cyst anywhere is gross, but in your brain? Sick! I USE my brain! It’s not like having a cyst on my elbow joint or something!) and it turned out to be either nothing, or nothing they had to do anything about. And then I’ve read several more stories where people had to have surgery. So, I’m guessing it’s one of two things: 1. Nothing. or 2. Something. I almost wish they would have just insisted I come in for another test but not told me why, y’know? I’m mostly fine and going on about my business, but then late at night I start thinking about the possibility of having surgery and get my head shaved and possibly DYING and stuff, and then I lie in bed and weep. Sucks, man! I wish they would have placed more of a priority on getting me in there just to ease my MIND!
But hey. What are you gonna do? I say, ’tis the season for eating candy corn.
