Wandering Through the Twilight Zone....
I have seriously felt like I have been living in some sort of Twilight Zone this past week...
First off, my Grandmama has started chemotherapy for pancreatic cancer. She had her first appointment a week ago and will go again a week from today. This is my Grandmama, who wanted to go para-sailing for her 80th birthday. She has lived such a long and HEALTHY life. She was the last person I thought would have to go through this...
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Tuesday, I'm in the hospital for what turned out to be a false alarm. I was so freaking paranoid about preterm labor I worked myself up into a hissy...
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Wednesday, our G.D. carbon monoxide detector kept going off so Jeff called the Gas Company AGAIN. They came by with their magic wand and found only trace elements of the poisonous gas. Jeff begged the man to check again and when he came to our oven/stove, he found more than in other parts of the house. The two men completely took apart the stove to find that our pilot lights had been set too high. The Gas Man (heh heh) turned the lights down to a safe level and left.
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Thursday, I cook a meal using our stove and oven. All is well until Jeff does the dishes and smells gas in the kitchen. He found that one of the pilot lights blew out. He comes into the bedroom at 11pm, wakes me up, and tells me what had happened. I get really pissed at him for waking me up and stressing me out. What the hell was *I* going to do about it at 11 o'clock at night??? Thankfully, he solves his own problem. He relights the pilot light but it blows out again. After a third time of relighting it and the light blowing out again, he literally says "F*ck it." He tells me in the morning that he's turned off the gas hook-up to our stove/oven and it hell bent on buying a new stove - one without pilot lights.
So... we're living off of microwaveable food for the next week or so...
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Friday, we head down to Encinitas to spend Easter weekend with my parents. My mom texts me before we leave telling me that they are in the ER because Dad cannot see out of his right eye. WTF? I call her and find out that he hadn't been able to see out of it all day and their waiting for a diagnosis. Jeff & I head down there anyway, let ourselves into their home, and cook a dinner for ourselves and them.
Saturday, we spend the first five hours of our day at the doctor's with my dad. The doctor diagnoses him with a hemorrhage behind his retina. Basically, the blood from the hemorrhage is what caused him to loose his sight in that eye. We were thankful it wasn't something scarier like a detached retina. The doctor put my dad on strict orders to REST - no reading, no heavy lifting, no going in to work on Monday. We leave the doctor's and go to In & Out for lunch followed by Babies 'r' Us to purchase our crib!
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Sunday, we go to Easter service, have a picnic at the lagoon, and then Jeff & I head home with our crib and other baby stuff. After unpacking, we decide to start putting together our crib. What SHOULD have been any easy ordeal turned into a two hour frustrating and stressful experience... all because *somebody* didn't read the directions closely enough. At several points in our construction, Jeff was certain we had ruined the crib and my parents would be pissed. It was not fun.
But we worked together and worked out all the kinks. After two hours (and a series of swear words and tears), the crib stands tall!
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First off, my Grandmama has started chemotherapy for pancreatic cancer. She had her first appointment a week ago and will go again a week from today. This is my Grandmama, who wanted to go para-sailing for her 80th birthday. She has lived such a long and HEALTHY life. She was the last person I thought would have to go through this...
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~
Tuesday, I'm in the hospital for what turned out to be a false alarm. I was so freaking paranoid about preterm labor I worked myself up into a hissy...
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~
Wednesday, our G.D. carbon monoxide detector kept going off so Jeff called the Gas Company AGAIN. They came by with their magic wand and found only trace elements of the poisonous gas. Jeff begged the man to check again and when he came to our oven/stove, he found more than in other parts of the house. The two men completely took apart the stove to find that our pilot lights had been set too high. The Gas Man (heh heh) turned the lights down to a safe level and left.
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~
Thursday, I cook a meal using our stove and oven. All is well until Jeff does the dishes and smells gas in the kitchen. He found that one of the pilot lights blew out. He comes into the bedroom at 11pm, wakes me up, and tells me what had happened. I get really pissed at him for waking me up and stressing me out. What the hell was *I* going to do about it at 11 o'clock at night??? Thankfully, he solves his own problem. He relights the pilot light but it blows out again. After a third time of relighting it and the light blowing out again, he literally says "F*ck it." He tells me in the morning that he's turned off the gas hook-up to our stove/oven and it hell bent on buying a new stove - one without pilot lights.
So... we're living off of microwaveable food for the next week or so...
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~
Friday, we head down to Encinitas to spend Easter weekend with my parents. My mom texts me before we leave telling me that they are in the ER because Dad cannot see out of his right eye. WTF? I call her and find out that he hadn't been able to see out of it all day and their waiting for a diagnosis. Jeff & I head down there anyway, let ourselves into their home, and cook a dinner for ourselves and them.
Saturday, we spend the first five hours of our day at the doctor's with my dad. The doctor diagnoses him with a hemorrhage behind his retina. Basically, the blood from the hemorrhage is what caused him to loose his sight in that eye. We were thankful it wasn't something scarier like a detached retina. The doctor put my dad on strict orders to REST - no reading, no heavy lifting, no going in to work on Monday. We leave the doctor's and go to In & Out for lunch followed by Babies 'r' Us to purchase our crib!
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~
Sunday, we go to Easter service, have a picnic at the lagoon, and then Jeff & I head home with our crib and other baby stuff. After unpacking, we decide to start putting together our crib. What SHOULD have been any easy ordeal turned into a two hour frustrating and stressful experience... all because *somebody* didn't read the directions closely enough. At several points in our construction, Jeff was certain we had ruined the crib and my parents would be pissed. It was not fun.
But we worked together and worked out all the kinks. After two hours (and a series of swear words and tears), the crib stands tall!
~*~*~*~*do-do-do-do*~*~*~*~