Sunday, June 28, 2009

Crap Storm at the Not So Glad Home

Let me get one thing straight. I ADORE my family. I ADORE being a wife and mother. I generally even really like myself most of the time too. But friends, this week was so terrible that I was wishing I knew how to use Dave's hand gun on myself. Okay, not really, don't call the cops or the bishop or the state hospital, I wasn't considering suicide, but man what a week.

Two Friday's ago Jordan and Tiny had Gum Grafts. Oral surgery that, for Jordan's case was quite serious and precarious, but for Jordan it was a snap. She had very little pain, and was back to work full time on Tuesday.

But, for my poor Christina, her pain was never under control. (at the ER) The surgeon gave her Forinol. This was a drug I had never heard of and when I read the pharmacy drug information sheet, I noticed that it was usually used for chronic headaches. (Later in the week my Pediatrician had NEVER heard of it either).I thought this was a strange choice of pain medication, but I really put my faith in this surgeon. We called him the next day and said she was in such pain, he said he didn't feel comfortable prescribing Lortabs to her. So we proceeded as directed adding Tylenol and Motrin alternately. By Monday morning she was vomiting, and her bowels were completely stopped. (I stopped the Forinol on WED.) Thursday night we spent the entire night in the ER. They pumped her full of morphine, took an xray and some blood and sent us home. The ER doc did say the xray showed that she was full of gas and good luck working that out. I had her at the Pediatricians by noon Friday.
He took one look at her and got our story straight and sent her right to the hospital.

He said he can't count how many times he has had to clean up messes left by surgeons who just send kids home with pain meds and that's it. He didn't even want to talk to the surgeon. We got her there and they pushed IV fluids and poor thing was so dehydrated that she didn't start to urinate until the second bag was nearly gone, almost 10 hours later.
The Good Boyfriend

IN THE MEAN-TIME.....Thursday night while we are at the ER with Tiny, a 6'1" white male PERVERT was snooping through my 21 year old Malaina's dorm room apartment up at the University of Utah. Her dorm has a kitchen-living area and 4 private bedrooms. Her roommate closest to the entrance woke up startled to see a man sniffing her dirty laundry. She let out a scream and the man groped her and stole her underwear and bras, then ran out. The girls have no idea how many hours the man was there. Malaina was freaked out. She sleeps with earplugs and an eye mask and is a very heavy sleeper, could he have gone through her bedroom, did he touch her? Those are the questions she is asking herself. She is very distraught. So Several hours later, after fingerprints, detective interviews, locksmiths etc. she is a wreck. She packs up her bags to come home on Trax. Jordan picks her up in Sandy and takes her to dinner and a movie, then to top it put a nail in the Gaddis coffin 'o crap.....

Jordan gets the mother of all Migraine headaches in the movie and they have to leave. ( When she gets a migraine it is Really bad and evil) Thank heaven Malaina can drive a stickshift and she takes her home. Jordan calls me in tears to check on her sister and I say :"Get thee to bed!!! Two percocets go now!" It was so bad that she woke up at 10:30 that night and was still sick and had to take two more tylenol pm's.

So let's recap Friday:
  • Mother on crutches
  • Sick Child in the hospital
  • Distraught victim adult daughter, barely holding herself together.
  • Drastically ill third daughter, with no one to care for her.
  • Husband who is ready to wire my jaw shut. (poor ain't easy living with 4 women including one freaked out wife and mother)
Here I am clucking over my chick

Sunday afternoon, I am still worried about Tiny, she has a low grade fever, and is not sleeping well. She is able to eat, but is too weak to walk and try to keep her bowels moving. I stay home with her while Dave takes Malaina back to the "U". The University is moving them to a new building and apartment, and is going to provide counseling. I hope she can get through the week. I think she may opt. to stay and Grandma and Grandpa's house. Jordan is better and is the least of my worries, except that she has a boyfriend she really likes.... but that is a whole other story.

Dave and Cindy still have the energy to race to the car at the end of a rotten day.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I Shed Some Real Tears Today.

My sister and I would listen and listen and dance and dance to this record (Don't Stop Till You Get Enough is my favorite M. J. song). Yes, I love Michael Jackson. Always have, always will. I remember when...... ahh, good times. Thanks Michael. (Hopefully- just for my one will leave negative feedback about how you lived, I just hope it is positive feedback about your amazing talent)

I also watched every single episode of Charlie's Angels. I thought Farrah was the worst actress in the show, but I loved when she would hit the tennis ball into the net and then run to the phone. I was secretly jealous of her legs, and I bought every single issue of Rona Barrett's Hollywood, or Gossip magazine when she was on the cover with her former husband Lee Majors. (Also reply to this post if you can name the color, make and model of the car she drove on the show.)

Reply to this post if you can name every single actress on the cover of this magazine (no fair cheating by enlarging the photo's to read the names)


S.C. Governor's Strange Absence Gets Stranger

By now we all know that the Governor has been playing nookie....I mean hookie with his mistress in Argentina. You know, out there among the Appalachian Argentinian mountains.

Why does it seem that 1 in every 5 governors in America is having trouble reining in their willies?(because 1 in 5 gov's IS having trouble reining them in) Do you think that these men reach a place of power and then become intoxicated with it?
I think so, also, they have far more freedom to come and go as they please. Most governor's can get in the car and go to the airport without anyone knowing who they are.

If I was a horny governor, I would keep a spare crappy car in some parking garage that has a cheap monthly rate. Then I would have $10,000 in cash stashed at an airport with a fake passport. I would take trips to the Caymans, and Mazatlan, like, all the time with my mistress. Then I could go home to my wife who has been running the household in my absence and explain that my tan came from my town hall meetings at Cape Hatteras and maybe swinging some clubs in Charleston. Yeah, that would be my plan. And if I get caught, who cares? I'll still run for president in 2012.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Cooking Attempt

I just made Sopa de Fideos (a yummy lowfat Mexican pasta soup) for our lunch today. It was an exhausting procedure. In the normal world it would take 10 minutes to cook and prepare, and add in a 5 minute clean-up and voila, lunch.

In the Gimpy world, it took 20 minutes just to gather the ingredients, 10 minutes to prepare, no time at all to make a total mess everywhere, and a 1 1/2 hour nap between preparation and clean-up.

GOOD NEWS.....I haven't had to take a pain pill yet today!!!

Sopa de Fideos
2 tablespoons or less olive oil
1 small package of broken up vermicelli
1/2 small onion, finely chopped
1 clove garlic, minced
1 quart boiling water
1 can diced tomatoes, undrained
3 cubes Suisa (Knorr) chicken bouillion (chopped to a fine grit powder)

In olive oil on medium heat, in a large saucepan, pour in the uncooked vermicelli and stir fry it until it becomes a golden toasty color, add the onion, stir for about 2 minutes more, add the garlic, stir for 1 minute more. Add the boiling water, the canned tomatoes, and the bouillion. Bring back to a boil and cook for 2 minutes or until pasta is al dente. Serve immediately.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Hijinks and Fun For All at Wal-mart

So we have all seen the Wal-mart Bingo Game right? You can link to a copy by clicking on the name right here. Well, yesterday I was an official game piece of the game;
"obese person using scooter".

Yes, even my well dressed husband, just home from the office was sorta embarrassed to see me in the scooter. I had a bad day and was using Tiny's blanket around myself all day. I had no idea it shed lint like a dog in the spring. I had little white and pink cotton balls all over myself, no make-up and bed-head hair. I had on sweat pants and a "right from the trailer park" scowl of misbegotten fortune. I had never been more proud to be included in the Wal-mart family as I did yesterday! I am only sorry we didn't get a photo. Just close your eyes friends, picture it in your minds as you have just read my vivid description, and maybe, just maybe the picture in your mind will be even better than one I could provide.

Tiny has missed camp this year. Her gum grafts are still miserably painful. She is having a hard time swallowing her spit, standing for any length of time; you know, that old chestnut.

Jordan has done miles better, she was back at the office today.

Malaina wisely chose not to come home to the "Glad Convalescent Home for Losers" this weekend, and holed up in her "choice" dorm room up at the University of Utah.

And I would not blame my darling husband if he somehow forgot his way home from work tonight, or suddenly had to go out of town on a business trip.

Oh-My-Gosh!!...Did anyone watch Jon+Kate =8 last night? I do not watch the show, but I was scrolling down my menu guide and couldn't resist looking at it.
If there is ever a more sad ending to a marriage than this one I hope I never see it.
  • What was Jon doing with two diamond solitaires in his ears?
  • Jon says, "I'm only 32"--translation: "get me the hell out of here".
  • Kate says, "I don't hate Jon"
  • Jon says, "I don't hate Kate."
  • Cindy says, "What kinda crap are you trying to shovel me here?"
  • The dissolution of the marriage was going on for months and months, if they went to marriage counseling, I am sad it wasn't enough for their kid's sakes.
  • Lesson: Do NOT BARK at your husband! And never stop COURTING your wife.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

2 Screws

No wonder I can't bear weight for 6 weeks: This top screw is a small screw that is holding a bone graft in place. I liken it to Norm Abrams on PBS's New Yankee Workshop gluing in a shim to straighten a piece of warped wood.
This bottom screw is a bit more malicious in size and width. It is going to hold my heel in correct alignment with my brand new rebuilt arch.

I get a walking cast on July 6. I am anxiously looking forward to it. My entire family is sick of having to wait on me, but they have done so with NEVER a groan or moan. I love them dearly.

Poor Malaina has had to wait 3 weeks to get her birthday presents. Happy 21 st Malaina. I am so proud of you. You can follow Malaina in her laboratory madness as a member of Nobel Prize winner Dr. Cappeci's team to turn mice into bats by linking to her blog here

Friday leads to more Gaddis insanity as yet two more girls go into surgery for sub-epithelial gum grafts. Oh ho, this should be fun watching Nurse Dave make his rounds.

1. Soft diet for bed's 2 and 3.
2. Normal Diet for patient 1.
3. Medication for all three patients every 4 to 6 hours.
4. Walk patient 2 to the toilet every 2 hours. Take her back to bed. Change gauzes.
5. Walk patient 3 to the toilet every single hour, Take her back to bed. Change gauzes, wipe tears.
6. Make sure big fat patient in bed 1 hasn't fallen on her ass again. Give her a pill just to keep her happy.
7.Then take patient 3 to the toilet again. Wipe tears.
8. Refrain from helping self to patients pain meds.

We are a happy family.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

A Tale of Two Falls

The girls got me out of the house for my first field trip on Monday. We went to University Mall. Tina was hecka excited to use my handicapped sign for the first time. It really did come in handy. I needed lots of extra room just to get out of the car. And, I am still quite loaded down with pain killers, so the fact that the parking spot was close to the front door of the store really helped. I bought my knee walker on ebay and let me tell you. ...even though it is a piece of crap, it really helps. My poor wrists and shoulders just get hammered with crutches. MY walker is like the Yugo of walkers. It has the turn radius of a real car. I spend most of my time trying to back out of situations. So, on with the Falling part of the story, I still can't sit here very long, and I am ready to pass out soon.

We went into Express. Jordan's mother ship. they had these racks of clothes that had really wide bases with wheels on the bottomand my knee walker has wide front wheels as well. The two got tangled up and I took a header over my walker and landed really hard on my right hand. I secretly think it is fractured, but I refuse to put a cast on it so I will suffer here on my ownn. I was on the floor of Express crying and all sad and confused. When I took my header, I remember yelling, "oh my gosh Jordan, help me!!! " There were these two men there, one was picking up my peice of crap walker, and trying to put it together and the other one was trying to help me my saying nice things. Jordan was trying to pull my shorts down over my garments, and saying "oh poor mommy, oh poor mommy" . They picked me up and sat me on the walker. I insisted that we continue on with our outing, but I had a hard time picking up my spirits. I am still pretty sore from that experience.

Then yesterday I had to go with Tiny to a doctor appointment. As I was going up our cement stairs into our house I missed the last one and crashed onto the pavement and just started sobbing like a ninny. I hit my right hand again, and jarred my shoulder and wound up crying and sobbing as I crawled up the stairs. Christina helped me into bed and I took two percocets and a valium and went to bye- bye land for the rest of the day.

I think I am going to have to go get my hand x rayed.

I have more shitty things I could talk about but, you don't want to hear them. Believe me.

Tomorrow's post, if I can post, will be much more positive.

Friday, June 05, 2009

I have two feet still.

This is all a bit more than you wanted to see reguarding the foot surgery. I used Picasa to upload it here quickly because I still cannot sit very long. My foot is starting to scream at me now.
The staff at the Timanogos hospital was fabulous. Right down to the cleaning crew. My surgeon didn't have a problem with my nurses taking photos. I have some pretty grewsome ones here. I think the best one is the bottom left one. If you look carefully, you can see that the bright white tendons should actually be one tendon, but mine was ruptured so bad it appeared as two.

Ok, thats all for now. I will try to do more as the week progresses, and the throbbing goes away. Thank you to all who prayed and sent good thoughts my way. Love to you all!
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