Good Morning, World - Mini Update
Does anyone else wish that Friday was over and we could get on with our wonderful weekend? I really don't want to be at work today. ;-;
This Saturday we're going to see Spam-a-lot. That's a definite yay. Hmmm... I should email people and figure out where and when we're supposed to be meeting, as they have our tickets. O.O
For those of you that don't know, my godmother (Hueli) is in the hospital right now. She went in last week. In November, she had a stroke. She was slowly recovering. About a week or so ago, she had what they thought was a seisure. She was taken to the hospital, where they did a lot of testing, and learned a few important things. 1) Two of the three major arteries to her heart were at minimum 70% blocked. 2) Said blockage traveled to the brain and caused her November stroke. 3) The brain damage, however minor, from said stroke probably caused the subsequent seisure. They feel now that it could have been a seisure or something heart related, but they can't define which because the line is too blurred. They put two stints in (one for each artery) and put her in the recovery ward of the hospital. The next morning... she had had severe blood loss over the night, and was rushed to the critical ward where they tried in vain to stabalize her blood pressure. They gave her two pints of blood. They found that there was internal bleeding, and called in a specialist. When it was all said and done, they managed (after a couple of days) to get her stable, although she still has a relatively low BP. They didn't drain the internal bleeding, because they feared that it would cause more infection if they cut into the area again than if they left it. Last night, she was moved out of the critical ward and into her own room. Last I heard, she was on 5 different IVs, but coherant, doing well, and being annoying (trying to move cords she shouldn't touch, not laying still, etc.) which is a good sign for her. I cannot express how much additional worry, fear, and stress this gave me this last week or so. For those who I actually confided in (and there were very few of you, mostly a few of you who happened to be on gmail when I was panicing at work), I really appreciate it. It means a lot to me, as I did not want to have to leave work because I was a hysterical mess. She is out of the woods, now, and safe. That's the important part.
As I've mentioned once or twice on my journal, Joel and I are looking to buy a house. At first, we were looking for a house in the same community as Lander and John. The community is fairly new (5-6 years), a good community, with mostly starter homes. The range back in October and November would have been wonderful (and I now regret taking Joel's "wait until the new year" advice), but now they are simply too high priced for us. The ones in our range require far too many renovations. So now we are looking at a townhome community that is new construction. Sadly, this means that matters change drastically where loan and payments are concerned, so even dropping over 10k in the price we are looking at, we very well might not be able to get them. I don't want to lower my standards again, however, so let's see what comes of this before I give up entirely...
I really don't know what else to add right now. I've been stressed as can be this last month, and have felt like I've been cut off at every pass. Something that has been a twisted sort of therapy for me? Screaming along to Meatloaf's "Life is a Lemon" while driving down the highway on the way to/from work.
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It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out.
It's always something.
There's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee.
That's what this is all about.
It's a neverending attack.
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon and I want. My. Money. Back.
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Amazingly, it helps. Instead of getting more depressed, I actually feel better. I think it's the whole "nothing can get worse" mentality that I break out of. "Nothing can get worse? Well, I could feel like that. Since I don't feel like that, I guess life is pretty good after all, even with all the crap I have to put up with!" ::shrug:: Don't ask me how it works... I don't quite get it myself.
This Saturday we're going to see Spam-a-lot. That's a definite yay. Hmmm... I should email people and figure out where and when we're supposed to be meeting, as they have our tickets. O.O
For those of you that don't know, my godmother (Hueli) is in the hospital right now. She went in last week. In November, she had a stroke. She was slowly recovering. About a week or so ago, she had what they thought was a seisure. She was taken to the hospital, where they did a lot of testing, and learned a few important things. 1) Two of the three major arteries to her heart were at minimum 70% blocked. 2) Said blockage traveled to the brain and caused her November stroke. 3) The brain damage, however minor, from said stroke probably caused the subsequent seisure. They feel now that it could have been a seisure or something heart related, but they can't define which because the line is too blurred. They put two stints in (one for each artery) and put her in the recovery ward of the hospital. The next morning... she had had severe blood loss over the night, and was rushed to the critical ward where they tried in vain to stabalize her blood pressure. They gave her two pints of blood. They found that there was internal bleeding, and called in a specialist. When it was all said and done, they managed (after a couple of days) to get her stable, although she still has a relatively low BP. They didn't drain the internal bleeding, because they feared that it would cause more infection if they cut into the area again than if they left it. Last night, she was moved out of the critical ward and into her own room. Last I heard, she was on 5 different IVs, but coherant, doing well, and being annoying (trying to move cords she shouldn't touch, not laying still, etc.) which is a good sign for her. I cannot express how much additional worry, fear, and stress this gave me this last week or so. For those who I actually confided in (and there were very few of you, mostly a few of you who happened to be on gmail when I was panicing at work), I really appreciate it. It means a lot to me, as I did not want to have to leave work because I was a hysterical mess. She is out of the woods, now, and safe. That's the important part.
As I've mentioned once or twice on my journal, Joel and I are looking to buy a house. At first, we were looking for a house in the same community as Lander and John. The community is fairly new (5-6 years), a good community, with mostly starter homes. The range back in October and November would have been wonderful (and I now regret taking Joel's "wait until the new year" advice), but now they are simply too high priced for us. The ones in our range require far too many renovations. So now we are looking at a townhome community that is new construction. Sadly, this means that matters change drastically where loan and payments are concerned, so even dropping over 10k in the price we are looking at, we very well might not be able to get them. I don't want to lower my standards again, however, so let's see what comes of this before I give up entirely...
I really don't know what else to add right now. I've been stressed as can be this last month, and have felt like I've been cut off at every pass. Something that has been a twisted sort of therapy for me? Screaming along to Meatloaf's "Life is a Lemon" while driving down the highway on the way to/from work.
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It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out.
It's always something.
There's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee.
That's what this is all about.
It's a neverending attack.
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon and I want. My. Money. Back.
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Amazingly, it helps. Instead of getting more depressed, I actually feel better. I think it's the whole "nothing can get worse" mentality that I break out of. "Nothing can get worse? Well, I could feel like that. Since I don't feel like that, I guess life is pretty good after all, even with all the crap I have to put up with!" ::shrug:: Don't ask me how it works... I don't quite get it myself.