First Ever Trip to the ER!

 Guys, I have taken a turn for the worse. I was feeling sick of course, and then yesterday felt a little worst, and then today was even more bad than yesterday. I spent the day mostly sleeping and when I woke up in the evening, my fever had spiked up to 103.5. Yikes. Since there were no urgent care's open (which is insane, how are these places doing a 9-5 when its supposed to be urgent care?!) I did a Telehealth appointment, and the doctor on the phone told me to get to the ER asap, after talking my symptoms. So we quickly loaded up into the car and went right over. When we got there I was so thirsty I was dying, but they told me I couldn't drink until after all of the exams, boooo. 

Finally I got some water and it was amazing. We were there for a few hours, and they ran all sorts of test. My temperature made me SO HOT, they gave me ice packs to put around my body. 

Luckily, those helped. Then after a little bit, they put my on an IV to replenish my fluids. 

After I had been hooked to the IV, they brought in a breathing apparatus to help me get some oxygen up in here and get my numbers back up.

After a few hours, the diagnosis: pneumonia. Sheesh! So they made me do a walk around the floor, and if I felt all right, then I would be able to get home. I had to pee SO BADLY by the time the liter of IV fluid was in me. I did a trip to the bathroom and felt a little light headed but at this point, it was like, midnight thirty and I hadn't eaten for like, 8 hours. I did tell them I felt okay, though, and they luckily let me go. Home I came, and off to bed for me, since around now it was a little after 1:00. Let's hope I heal quickly!

Happy Independence Day!

Happy 4th of July, friends!

I'm reporting to you from the couch, where I have been the last few days. My throat has hurt, my head is dying, I'm coughing, the whole 9 yards of what seems to be a cold. 

This is unfortunately how I've spent the last few days haha. But look at this little cuddly girl. 

Betty and the Near Death Experience

 On Sunday, before we picked up Betty, they sent us a pic of her leg bloodied and said they weren't sure if she had gotten into a fight with another dog or hurt herself by jumping off of something else. We said okay and brought her home. The next day, her poor little leg was swollen and she was limping everywhere. Now we're a few days into that and she's still not better.

And she's walking with a tiny limp.

So, we brought her to the doc and learned from them that she was indeed bitten by another dog, which gave her an infection and a fever. They gave us antibiotics and painkillers and told us she should get better from here on out. Poor little gal.

High as a Kite

 About a week or so ago, Betty started to develop a cough and sneezing. We took her into the vet and turns out, she has an upper respiratory infection! Our poor doggo probably caught it at the doggy daycare place. We're not blaming them - illnesses happen - but it just sucks! So they gave us a few pills for her (an antibiotic, cough medicine, and ... something else I can't remember) and we gotta give them to her every 12 hours. One of them has an antihistamine in it and when we give it to her she gets loopy and sleepy and so weird. 

She's such a little goob.

My First Breathing Nebulizer

Our good friend Husband has been out of town this past week. He left last Saturday to go on a rafting trip for the week, and unfortunately I can't join him this year because of my internship. So I've just been kicking it alone. Starting on Monday, I started to feel a little sick. Just a sore throat, runny nose, that sort of thing. Then during the week, it got progressively worse until today, when I had a massive earache and the throat was killing me. Because of the earache, I finally went to the doctor. Luckily, I didn't have an infection in my ear, they're just filled to the brim with fluid, which is causing all the pain.
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So I learned that I have bronchitis, in this warm and sunny summer we're having. Gosh dang it, the worst timing! So in an attempt to help me breathe a little better, they had me do a breathing treatment.

What a weird experience - you just breathe in and out through this tube, which has some sort of nebulizer thing in it and is supposed to help you breathe. It did! What a help it was. Although I don't recommend bronchitis, I can recommend doing this.

Sick!

Alas, we have returned from our vacation sick. We caught some pretty wicked colds. I don't know where we caught them necessarily, but here they are. I can't believe that I got sick, as I was already currently in the middle of a cold! So it feels a bit like I have a double cold, and it's just so unfortunate! And it's even worse, because this week in school I have about 200 presentations to give, so there is no rest for the weary (sicky?) this week. Luckily next week there is no school because of Thanksgiving, so I will take advantage of that next week, and rest my poor sickened body.

It's Coming

Friends, the end is nigh. I have felt Death's chilly hand on my neck, and I know the time is coming.

Okay that's definitely an exaggeration. But, I fear a sickness is upon us. Exhibit A: the tiny kids in my house are both coughing with runny noses. Exhibit B: Darth definitely spent all yesterday throwing up. Exhibit C: My once amazing immune system has taken a nosedive after living with these kids. After the kiddos have been sick all day, we went to Jamba Juice to get some smoothies for the sickos. Because Gecko isn't doing too bad, he was all smiles and playing while we were there.

He was so jazzed to get a smoothie too. Hopefully none of us succumb to the illness!

The Flu has Arrived

It has come. It’s come for me. It’s here for me.

The flu.

I got it this morning. Well, technically, last night. As I was going to bed, I had a stomachache, but I chalked it up to having eaten a million potato wedges that we made. But then I woke up in the middle of the night, and drove the porcelain bus for a good long while and then, I was done for.

I unfortunately had to still go about my day, but when I got home, I laid down on the couch, and I haven’t moved here since about 11:30, with the exceptions of bathroom trips.

I hope I get over this soon, because today feels like it may be my last on earth, I feel so awful.

Everyone, avoid this. I hope you don’t catch this at all.

Miscellaneous Monday

Yesterday, my brother and his wife invited us to breakfast before Conference started. We provided the hash browns and juice, and they provided pancakes, bacon, and eggs. It was pretty delicious. As we were winding down breakfast, Husband gave their new baby,  (who’s actually like, 6 months old) a piece of his hash browns. Immediately, baby’s face did this:

He did not care for it at all. As we were watching him with humor, my sister-in-law turned around and asked if we had given him food. Husband said yes, since he had, and she was a little apprehensive, since this was his very first solid food ever. We watched him closely to make sure he didn’t choke, and good news, he didn’t! But now I think he’ll not give any food anymore without getting permission from the parents.
I was watching Cupcake Wars this weekend, and every time I watch it, I think the same thing: I could totally be on this. Of course, I know that in real life, I’d be super terrified and not able to do anything, but I’d like to imagine I could do it. I think it’d be cool to have a bakery and do that sort of thing for a living, but I’m not naïve enough to think that I could just open a bakery and hit the ground running, and be successful. There are too many cupcake bakeries around, and really, I’m not offering anything new. But it’s a pipedream I have, that maybe someday, I can use my baking powers for money.
This morning, I finally had a good run. Since my sickness, I haven’t been running all that much. On Saturday, I ran for about 11 minutes before I had to start walking. But this morning, I ran for 40 minutes – which I consider a victory. Sure, it was at a slow pace, but I still feel good about it. I only have less than 2 weeks to be ready for the SLC half marathon, and I’m working really hard to be ready for it!

Miscellaneous Monday

Well, readers, it happened. Finally, I got sick. Husband has been sick for, oh, say, 6 months or so (ok, it probably isn’t quite that long, but holy cow does it feel like it sometimes) so its about time I got it. Plus I’ve seen everyone around me catch it, so I guess I could participate in the cold as well. It was an odd cold too, it like, came and went. The Thursday before the new year, I had a sore throat. Then I was good until the following Sunday, when I thought all day that I might die. Maybe not that extreme, but I didn’t feel well, and my body was dying, it seemed. Then I felt ok for the next two days, and then Wednesday, it returned with a vengeance. I had a headache, and my sinuses were all hurty, and I had the runny/stuffy nose, a cough, everything. I did not care for it at all. But slowly, my body has been healing, and today, I feel ok. My sinuses are better, nose is back to normal, and my body aches have gone away. The only thing I’ve held onto so far, is the cough. It is still here, and its actually worse now than it has been. I don’t understand that, but ok. Basically, I’m on a steady stream of cough drops right now. I’m trying to keep hydrated, and all that, but the only thing stopping the coughing is to have a drop in my mouth. I feel bad for Chelle, actually, because she has to sit next to me at work, but I’m trying to keep it under control! Luckily for me, my cough drops have inspirational sayings in them! “Go for it!” “You got it!” “March Forward!” that sort of thing. Its very nice to hear that from the drops.

As I have blogged of late, I am becoming slightly more crafty. Not that much, I’m not really very good at it, but I’m trying my best, and I’ve gotten a little better at it. So far, most of my creative juices have gone towards my scrapbooking, but I recently decorated a box, for a gift for a friend for Christmas. (I know it’s weeks after Christmas, but there’s a reason for it that lets me off the hook!) So I pulled all my resources together (and by this I mean, I finally got my nerve up to do it) and made my box. I watched a little tutorial on YouTube of a girl putting it together, and she told me the sizes of all the pieces of paper I needed as she went, and explained some of what she did. I didn’t do what she did, but I still put it together on my own, and I feel pretty good about that. So in case you wanted to see it too, here it is:

I like it!

Last night when I was working on the ol’ scrapbook, I was stamping some letters. After I’d finished, I took my stamps to be washed in the sink. I had many of them in my hand, and as I was cleaning them, I thought maybe one had slipped out of my hand, but when I looked down, I didn’t see any in my sink, so I wasn’t entirely sure of it. As I was putting the stamps back on the sheet, I noticed my T was gone, so of course, I knew right where to go for it. I went to the sink, and since I didn’t see it, I took the water-stopper out, and ta-daaa! There it was, right down the sink where I couldn’t reach it. So I tried a bobby pin, but it wasn’t long enough. I grabbed the longest thing I could see – Husband’s comb. *Technically, it used to be my comb, but after we got married, he started using it, and got all of his hair junk in it, so now I don’t use it anymore. I have to use a different one, that I don’t really like, and doesn’t do my purpose very well.* So I put the handle in the sink, and after some digging around, it came out! Huzzah! Of course, I did the right thing, and cleaned off the comb when I was done, because I am nice. And then I had to clean off the stamp, because my sink is apparently disgusting. But at least I got it back!

 

Today, Chelle brought me these muffins to work today:

I don’t really have a story about them, but I thought it was pretty nice, and wanted to share. They were pumpkin chocolate chip, and so delicious!

This is when I hate being “adult”

This week, I got really sick. I know, I know, nobody can believe it, I can hardly believe it myself. But Wednesday night, I went to bed totally healthy, and even to Husband I said “No matter what happens tomorrow, I’m doing P90X tomorrow night (I’ve been totally slacking on that lately) so I was in good shape. Cut to 2:30 the next morning, I wake up feeling horrible. I spent the next 14 hours between lying on the bed in agony and vomiting. I feel a little bit like I told my body we weren’t going to not work out for anything, and my body went, “Wanna bet?” Anyway, the point of the blog is this. I haven’t been sick in a long time, not like this, anyway. But every time I’ve been sick, I’ve been at home, living with my parents. Mama has always taken care of me when I’ve been sick. I’ve been used to it, and I’m so grateful for it. This is the first time I’ve been sick all by myself. I did have Husband to take care of me a little, but there are some things that I just couldn’t bring myself to ask him to do for me.

For example (and I’m super sorry to my readers for the grossness of this) there was a time when I didn’t quite make it to the toilet for another round of throwing up. Usually, when this happens, I have Mama to take care of this awful awful task. She’s a mom, she’s spent years taking care of all of us, so her stomach must be of steel. But because she wasn’t here for me, I had to take care of myself, and clean up after myself. I have taken for granted that someone has been there to do all of this for me.

I am now tipping my hat to all mothers, especially my Mama. She has done so much for me and the rest of my siblings, and while I have appreciated it, it wasn’t until today that I realized this. But good work for all of you that do this for others, with minimal to no complaining. I am now in recovery. I can’t yet really eat anything, but I can walk around and finally move, so that’s a step up. I also have missed food these past few days. For some reason, I have really been craving bagels. And pancakes. And fried chicken. So hopefully, when I get a little better, and can finally eat something without feeling sick, I will get all of these foods. Not all at once, though, or else I think I’d be back in this position.

Yeah, I'm sick. Sick of you telling me I'm sick, what up?

I never get sick. I don't know if I'm bragging there, just stating fact. I never take sick days, and that makes me sad. I think it'd be really fun to stay home, and do whatev, and I always want to do this, but I'm never sick enough to. Today, I had the opportunity to take a sick day. And by opportunity, I mean I could barely stand up, let alone function, so I pretty much had to do it. This morning, I felt a little sick, but I was like, psh, I can make it through the day, we'll be fine. So I get to work, and about ten minutes after being there, I took a turn for the worse. Needless to say, but by 8:30, I was done. Dad had to take me home, I couldn't even drive myself, and we almost took me to the hospital, but I'm very anit-hospitals, so I said we should wait a couple of hours, to see if anything would happen. When I got home, I immediately laid down and camped out, getting inside took a lot out of me. Taking my temperature, I had a negative fever, which is apparently something I inherited from Pops, and its like a real thing. Instead of our fevers raising, they lower when we're sick, how weird is that? But ha, I'm unique! I popped in some DVD's, and set out to watch them all. About mid-way through the second movie, I was bored and lonely. Its not that my movies were bad, they were favorites! (For the day, I had chosen Intolerable Cruelty, Invincible, and The Iron Giant, all so good) Its just...laying here all day talking to nobody (whilst in mucho pain) is not at all fun. And I wasn't falling asleep like I hoped I would. Every time I started to kinda drift off, I'd wake right back up. So by the end of the third movie, I was like, flip I need to get out of here. So I stood right up...and sat back down again, because it was a whole lot of pain. So to switch things up, I laid on the other end of the coach. Excitement!
I watched some more stuff, cleared out a bit of my TiVo, watched some Ellen and whatnot, and now I no longer have the desire to have any more sick days. As I'm laying here, writing this, I'm still in a bit of pain, which I'm hoping will be gone by tomorrow. PJ was right when she told me sick days were no fun, and I totally didn't believe her. I was like, no, its gonna be great, I'll hang out, and watching movies all day will be fun! No, no its not. So I will repent of my stupid ways, and never again will I want a sick day. Surely this won't go on for more than today (Oh boy, am I hoping) and I can get things back to normal with the working and running and whatnot. How naive I was, but no longer will be anymore!