Yesterday afternoon I went into the local drs office to get the second round of my back shots- Prolo-therapy. I was fearless. I had spoken to Tobi O earlier about the same shots and she said the more aggressive the shots are the better they work.
I am A- FRAID of shots, needles, and scary liquid that burns/hurts/feels weird. I think I am the only adult in SJ that has gotten kicked out of a blood drive for being a baby, but I was determined. After sitting in the waiting room for an hour ( even went home gave a kid a hair cut and came back) and waiting in the room for another 45 minutes. (Can we reschedule you? No, these are monthly shots, I can't wait) I saw the dr. I tried to be short and sweet because I had waited so long.
I was fearless.
Until the shots came.
I started sweating.
Why did they turn off the air? Was the room getting smaller? No? Just ME? Huh...
I began doubting my ferocity. As I lay on my back, I was thinking about the flab around the middle as my lower back and upper bum was exposed. Thinking about my flab kept my mind occupied until I jumped at the pin pricks. My mind swung back and forth from those two thoughts like Tarzan traveling on vines.
It really wasn't bad, I guess. The needle felt like sticking a sewing pin into your bum, hip, and back. The serum was weird like hitting your funny bone or knee cap. But once in a while they felt as if they were hitting a nerve-bad. But this time he found the root of my back pain and went for it.
I told him I changed my mind about the aggressive nature of the shots. He chuckled,and said he could do a third syringe If I wanted.
Ugghh. Nope, I am good. And with that, I was out of there at 5:19-two hours later from the time I first walked in.
I will see him next month. I will pretend to want the same level of aggressive, but this morning as my back and hip are sore from the 15 shots, I am not sure I can be fearless. It is more like the chicken who crossed the road. She did it to get away from the needles.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I don't want to Brag
When people ask me about my summer. I don't want to brag. It seems so mean to those who are still working during the summer. Many people would never teach school (especially when then find out the pay), but I think it is a wonderful trade off.
I happen to have a pretty good boss who is very understanding about being a mom and going to plays and things for the kids. He also is really busy doing my thing, and I think he trusts me to do mine, so he doesn't lord over me every minute of my day.
I am the master of my domain - all square inch of my classroom and what I say goes.
But SUMMER oh how I love Summer. Summer is everything good from getting a tan, going to the pool, working in the yard getting dishes done on time and watching my kids fight. :) I don't think I could stay at home all the time, there is a lot of pressure in that job too, but just having a 2.5 month taste of it is glorious.
How is my summer going- it is awesome!
I happen to have a pretty good boss who is very understanding about being a mom and going to plays and things for the kids. He also is really busy doing my thing, and I think he trusts me to do mine, so he doesn't lord over me every minute of my day.
I am the master of my domain - all square inch of my classroom and what I say goes.
But SUMMER oh how I love Summer. Summer is everything good from getting a tan, going to the pool, working in the yard getting dishes done on time and watching my kids fight. :) I don't think I could stay at home all the time, there is a lot of pressure in that job too, but just having a 2.5 month taste of it is glorious.
How is my summer going- it is awesome!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
When you only have one sock it is going to be a bad day
Two days ago Mr Darcy ranted that I never do laundry. Never? really, I wonder then what are the piles of things that people have yet to dig through, fold or gotten rid of out of my Laundry Room. because frankly, they are taking up some serious space.
Today, he could only find one sock. One. I remembered that I didn't do whites on Monday like usual, but I did last week. How could the man with 3 weeks worth of socks only have one sock?
I don't know either and he left mad for work. I have yet to look through two couches of clean unfolded laundry to find the mate- an hour after he has gone to work. Just not worth saying I told you so to a sleeping house.
I am slightly curious if he has one one sock only to make a point or if he wore church socks to work. If I text him the results could be disastrous.
Today, he could only find one sock. One. I remembered that I didn't do whites on Monday like usual, but I did last week. How could the man with 3 weeks worth of socks only have one sock?
I don't know either and he left mad for work. I have yet to look through two couches of clean unfolded laundry to find the mate- an hour after he has gone to work. Just not worth saying I told you so to a sleeping house.
I am slightly curious if he has one one sock only to make a point or if he wore church socks to work. If I text him the results could be disastrous.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Contemplating the Universe and the Fire clouds
The wind picked up AGAIN around 11 yesterday which wasn't good for the fire containment. They were doing all they could to save houses in RV. A freind's dad's house became the lookout tower because it was tall and build into a mountain. It made the news. :) We drove back from the ball game around 7; the fire clouds burned a scarlet, brilliant red. It was depressing.
I have not been directly affected by the fire, but I still feel like a wrung out dishtowel. Yesterday in the afternoon, I couldn't shake it. It was still with me after the kids' ball game. I decided I needed to work and so I went to the barn to do the nightly chores myself. I cried a little, I prayed a lot and tried to get myself back straight again.
Because:
I feel I have 2 choices. A. not believe in God and this still will happen and I will not be able to make sense of it all alone. Not that smart.
or B. Trust in the Lord, remember the atonement wasn't just for sins but all pain, ask "What can I learn , what can I do and Help me have faith" instead of "Why me why us why this".
I am picking B.
The red in the clouds was magnificent and beautiful.
I have not been directly affected by the fire, but I still feel like a wrung out dishtowel. Yesterday in the afternoon, I couldn't shake it. It was still with me after the kids' ball game. I decided I needed to work and so I went to the barn to do the nightly chores myself. I cried a little, I prayed a lot and tried to get myself back straight again.
Because:
I feel I have 2 choices. A. not believe in God and this still will happen and I will not be able to make sense of it all alone. Not that smart.
or B. Trust in the Lord, remember the atonement wasn't just for sins but all pain, ask "What can I learn , what can I do and Help me have faith" instead of "Why me why us why this".
I am picking B.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
wesmcb.com
I am going to pass on this blog address listed above. It is a family blog turned great info source for the Wallow fire. It is ran by a volunteer cousin of mine, Wes McBride. He is an amazing computer techno wiz (yes you are) and has spent so much of his time, money and efforts in helping our White Mtn. family stay together. I love the spirit of helping and giving we have here. Love all you guys.
Some highlights that really should be called lowlights: Eagar is mandatory evac. I think it is only the south side, but really it should be all Round Valley. If you look at Wes' conversation with a fire expert, you will see that it so close. At the closest it is as far as Patterson's pond is from my house.
Later they had a town meeting and someone mentioned that the fire was a mile and a half from somewhere I couldn't understand. That is to the Oversons or the Wiltbanks from my house. WOW wow wow.
And on an unrelated note: the baby jumped off the the tramp and landed on her back . She is ok... just stunned. Nothing an ice pack or medicine can't fix.
Some highlights that really should be called lowlights: Eagar is mandatory evac. I think it is only the south side, but really it should be all Round Valley. If you look at Wes' conversation with a fire expert, you will see that it so close. At the closest it is as far as Patterson's pond is from my house.
Later they had a town meeting and someone mentioned that the fire was a mile and a half from somewhere I couldn't understand. That is to the Oversons or the Wiltbanks from my house. WOW wow wow.
And on an unrelated note: the baby jumped off the the tramp and landed on her back . She is ok... just stunned. Nothing an ice pack or medicine can't fix.
24 hours shifts, extra horses, and blue skies
A quick note of random happenings: the horrid wind died down around dusk last night and as I was feeding animals in the dark at 9 there were stars in the sky-even when I looked back towards Round Valley. We had extra horses from friends who had dropped them off during Wes' ball game. I thought they would come back to stay with us, but never did.
Scott finally was home around 12. He will have to go back and be there by 6. Many guys from RV are taking off to save what they can- they estimated at last night's meeting that there was a 48 hour window to evac before the fire got to town and even though the others will be paid, they are still sacrificing time, family, sleep and etc. The most I can do as a good wife is support my hubs as he supports the job and co-workers. So no getting naggy at bad behavior until things get right.
At 5 this morning skies are blue and the only clouds are along the eastern horizon below our back yard tree line. I walked out to the end of our drive and peered through the snaggle of elms to see the smoke line. It is still tinged yellow/red and is most concentrated where RV would be. I don't smell the sick dead fire smoke smell and even the birds are cooing in the morning.
Good signs but I know things can turn on a dime and someone said we will probably be battling this fire until the monsoons when we will begin to battle the mudslide aftermath.
*sigh*
Scott finally was home around 12. He will have to go back and be there by 6. Many guys from RV are taking off to save what they can- they estimated at last night's meeting that there was a 48 hour window to evac before the fire got to town and even though the others will be paid, they are still sacrificing time, family, sleep and etc. The most I can do as a good wife is support my hubs as he supports the job and co-workers. So no getting naggy at bad behavior until things get right.
At 5 this morning skies are blue and the only clouds are along the eastern horizon below our back yard tree line. I walked out to the end of our drive and peered through the snaggle of elms to see the smoke line. It is still tinged yellow/red and is most concentrated where RV would be. I don't smell the sick dead fire smoke smell and even the birds are cooing in the morning.
Good signs but I know things can turn on a dime and someone said we will probably be battling this fire until the monsoons when we will begin to battle the mudslide aftermath.
*sigh*
Monday, June 6, 2011
Lorax, Theeds and the Once-ler
Somewhere in the 70's progress met environmentalism. Environmentalism won and so we did less and less controlled burns, roads to get to "nowhere" and population regulation. Everyone cheered about the forests going back to nature and how that awful man was not being allowed to ruin the forests.
What we allowed (were forced) to happen was the opposite of what the Once-ler did. Maybe it is all Dr. Seuss' fault for putting the vision of the dying forests in my generation's heads. For now instead of lowly little BarBarloots in their Barbaloot suits leaving their ruined forest in a sad endless trail downtrodden masses, we have our downtrodden masses of homeless families slowly leaving their smoke filled homes. http://youtu.be/lzYRkGIQpOs
The Lorax mentality of "I SPEAK FOR THE TREES" has done this to us. All the mismanaged, red-tape antihunting, anti-touching the forest mentality has outlawed roads, cutting permits and logging in the name of some "real" BarBarloots (like Mexican grey wolves). I even saw an article this week reporting on how the fires were affect the wolves. WOW. Yea, they ARE the real victims here. They have no where else to go poor things.
The real answer is moderation in all things. Man isn't the enemy and today is totally a victim. I wish all those who voted for less management would lose what we have lost this week.
What we allowed (were forced) to happen was the opposite of what the Once-ler did. Maybe it is all Dr. Seuss' fault for putting the vision of the dying forests in my generation's heads. For now instead of lowly little BarBarloots in their Barbaloot suits leaving their ruined forest in a sad endless trail downtrodden masses, we have our downtrodden masses of homeless families slowly leaving their smoke filled homes. http://youtu.be/lzYRkGIQpOs
The Lorax mentality of "I SPEAK FOR THE TREES" has done this to us. All the mismanaged, red-tape antihunting, anti-touching the forest mentality has outlawed roads, cutting permits and logging in the name of some "real" BarBarloots (like Mexican grey wolves). I even saw an article this week reporting on how the fires were affect the wolves. WOW. Yea, they ARE the real victims here. They have no where else to go poor things.
The real answer is moderation in all things. Man isn't the enemy and today is totally a victim. I wish all those who voted for less management would lose what we have lost this week.
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