Voyage...
My last post was 2 years, 2 months and 16 days ago... Oh how the world has changed.
Before I catch up... I re-read the posts of or around April the 24th in the years of 2003 to 2012... A lot of the things I vaguely remember happening. Even more is the way I addressed my journal... i sound like such an asshole.... anyway.
What has happened since 2012?
Alex god married to Caleb... wait I think I may have already chronicled that event.
Isaac Samuel Bryan was born on April 21st, 2012. My first nephew. He's wonderful. Looks like Caleb, but his zeal for life and adventure is his mother's gift to him.
Godric Willem Bryan was born on October 30th, 2013. My second nephew. He is just as wonderful as Isaac. I feel I might have a closer kinship, being that he his also the second.
They are days away from driving home to Virginia. Staying with Mom and Dad until they know for sure where they are going to go from there. Barre and I have been charged with taking in Doyle... I am looking forward to seeing Doy-doy... we haven't seen him since December of 2012.
I was in the hospital... for a week. Luckily it wasn't for something horrible... I had developed a red mark on my left leg, and it had become painfully swollen. Barre took me to the ER... at first it seemed like it was going to be just an overnight thing, but the managed to suck me in with probables and tests as the lot. The medicine that they had me on caused a lot of odd events that week.
One, my leg began to "Weep" what I can only describe as a yellowish olive oil substance. It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen my body do. The drugs they had me on caused me to... I guess hallucinate. I had night issues. One night while Barre was spending the night with me, I awoke screaming because of "A Nightmare On Elm Street 2". I'm not sure if the scream was from the content of the movie or the fact that it was the godawful installment of the series. Whatever the reason was, I caused a team of Nurses to come a running. Then one night, I woke up unsure of where I was. I violently ripped off my IV and went to the bathroom to regain myself... Then one night, I awoke to a nurse coming in to take my vitals. She came in at a point of a dream I was having that seemed like it was supposed to be significant. I tried desperately to describe the dream to her in a whoozy state, but she was very confused with my description as was I in attempting to retell the dream.
I was diagnosed with having cellulitis. We weren't sure exactly how it started. They seem to think it originated from a puncture on the back of my left calf. The only thing I could think of that it could have been was our couch/futon. There was a metal piece on my side that was protruding that I may have nicked myself with, but I can't be for sure. They also determined that I had been retaining massive amounts of water that may have also been a factor. For that, they gave me a very strong diuretic... I pee'd A LOT! Sleeping was difficult because I would have to get up to pee OFTEN... I pee'd so much that I came into the hospital at about 570... and left at 500... 70 pounds Lost in a week... A FUCKING WEEK!!! And by doing this, I regained the ability to breathe. You see, for the past 2 or longer years, I've been struggling with breathing... and now I can breath WAY better. Even though I hated that week in the hospital, I'm glad it happened... I can't believe I was functioning as long as I was like that before.
So where am I now... I'm still at QVC. I hate it more than ever. They treat us horribly, I think by design because they don't want to have to pay us for unemployment. Barre and I are planning to make a MAJOR change in our lives... a change that both excites and frightens me.
I need to write more... I feel better getting it our sometime... I like FB enough, but I can't post like this there.
Before I catch up... I re-read the posts of or around April the 24th in the years of 2003 to 2012... A lot of the things I vaguely remember happening. Even more is the way I addressed my journal... i sound like such an asshole.... anyway.
What has happened since 2012?
Alex god married to Caleb... wait I think I may have already chronicled that event.
Isaac Samuel Bryan was born on April 21st, 2012. My first nephew. He's wonderful. Looks like Caleb, but his zeal for life and adventure is his mother's gift to him.
Godric Willem Bryan was born on October 30th, 2013. My second nephew. He is just as wonderful as Isaac. I feel I might have a closer kinship, being that he his also the second.
They are days away from driving home to Virginia. Staying with Mom and Dad until they know for sure where they are going to go from there. Barre and I have been charged with taking in Doyle... I am looking forward to seeing Doy-doy... we haven't seen him since December of 2012.
I was in the hospital... for a week. Luckily it wasn't for something horrible... I had developed a red mark on my left leg, and it had become painfully swollen. Barre took me to the ER... at first it seemed like it was going to be just an overnight thing, but the managed to suck me in with probables and tests as the lot. The medicine that they had me on caused a lot of odd events that week.
One, my leg began to "Weep" what I can only describe as a yellowish olive oil substance. It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen my body do. The drugs they had me on caused me to... I guess hallucinate. I had night issues. One night while Barre was spending the night with me, I awoke screaming because of "A Nightmare On Elm Street 2". I'm not sure if the scream was from the content of the movie or the fact that it was the godawful installment of the series. Whatever the reason was, I caused a team of Nurses to come a running. Then one night, I woke up unsure of where I was. I violently ripped off my IV and went to the bathroom to regain myself... Then one night, I awoke to a nurse coming in to take my vitals. She came in at a point of a dream I was having that seemed like it was supposed to be significant. I tried desperately to describe the dream to her in a whoozy state, but she was very confused with my description as was I in attempting to retell the dream.
I was diagnosed with having cellulitis. We weren't sure exactly how it started. They seem to think it originated from a puncture on the back of my left calf. The only thing I could think of that it could have been was our couch/futon. There was a metal piece on my side that was protruding that I may have nicked myself with, but I can't be for sure. They also determined that I had been retaining massive amounts of water that may have also been a factor. For that, they gave me a very strong diuretic... I pee'd A LOT! Sleeping was difficult because I would have to get up to pee OFTEN... I pee'd so much that I came into the hospital at about 570... and left at 500... 70 pounds Lost in a week... A FUCKING WEEK!!! And by doing this, I regained the ability to breathe. You see, for the past 2 or longer years, I've been struggling with breathing... and now I can breath WAY better. Even though I hated that week in the hospital, I'm glad it happened... I can't believe I was functioning as long as I was like that before.
So where am I now... I'm still at QVC. I hate it more than ever. They treat us horribly, I think by design because they don't want to have to pay us for unemployment. Barre and I are planning to make a MAJOR change in our lives... a change that both excites and frightens me.
I need to write more... I feel better getting it our sometime... I like FB enough, but I can't post like this there.