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{January 7, 2012}   Haiku Time

Showtime free preview
And Kindle Fire
Have become mainstays.

Reading Stephen King’s
Eleven Twen-
ty Two Sixty Three.

Taking medicine
And feeling tired
So I’m stuck in bed.

Things are bearable
With books and TV
And my Kindle Fire. 🙂

{January 5, 2012}   Should have known…

I made it through the holidays pretty well, minus the high blood pressure scare, despite the fact I was surrounded by people who were sick or getting sick. I had begun to think this would be the first winter in forever that I didn’t get what everyone else had. Wrong….
After two days of my husband coughing and wheezing, I started coughing early this morning and haven’t stopped much since. My husband is feeling better, but now I feel like crap.
I planned to have taken down my tree by now and get caught up on following blogs, but it looks as if that will have to wait for now. Funny how being sick makes you not feel like doing much besides being lazy. Darn you sickness!
Here’s hoping this cough goes away really, really soon! 😦

{December 27, 2011}   Under Pressure

No…that title is NOT referring to the song made famous by Queen and David Bowie. It’s referring both to blood pressure and being under pressure due to it.
Most people who read my blog on a regular basis probably know i’m a bigger girl and may know about my thyroid problem. Despite being a plus sized person for a majority of my life, I have always had good blood pressure readings. It just has never been an issue for me, until last night.
I have been feeling ok lately except for my feet swelling a lot in the past week and a half. That’s  something I have dealt with before and my mom, an ex nurse, always reassured me that it was probably due to my weight. Last night, I was visiting with family and I decided to use my nanny’s blood pressure monitor to check my pressure, just for the heck of it and no concern that it would be high. I took it and saw it was 184/102. Shocked, I asked my mom if the monitor was working, really hoping to hear it was broken. Unfortunately, the words I heard didn’t match my wish. It WAS working and when my mom saw how high it was, she immediately wanted me to go to the ER. Definitely NOT the place I wanted to be at 8:30 at night the day after Christmas when I want to be spending time with family. I ended up going, though, with one of my nieces (who is also my best friend) in tow.
I really felt almost stupid to be there, but it was better to be safe than sorry. While waiting, my husband slipped on the grass outside and got the back of him all dirty and ended up going home to clean up and change. Luckily, my mom went with me,too,so she could go back there with me and see what they said.
After all was said and done, I ended up arriving home around 3 a.m. with a diagnosis of pre-hypertension(to be confirmed) and a toothache caused by a fractured tooth that I had mistaken for an abscess. The hypertension could have been caused by stress, the fact both my mom and grandpa had high blood pressure, my weight, or pain from my tooth. All my lab work looked good so now it’s a matter of taking an antibiotic for my tooth so I can get it removed and keeping track of my blood pressure and following up with my doctor in a couple weeks.
They released me with orders to return should I experience a one sided headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting,etc. which could be sides of a possible stroke due to high blood pressure. Fortunately, I haven’t experienced any of those things. Looking back on yesterday and the day before, I remember being dizzy and having to sit down at my in laws, waking up with a headache and taking advil before heading back to sleep and then re-waking with nausea, so the fact that my blood pressure could have been so high before and had I decided to push myself more and possibly dance to the wii or something, thereby causing a stroke, scares me. Could it have been more than a coincidence that I checked my blood pressure when I did and what would have happened had I not done so?
I’m only 28 years old. Last night was a sobering and scary experience and it’s not over yet. My blood pressure has been fluctuating all day and at times, it has been dangerously high. I am really praying that it’s just cause of my tooth and I still have years before actually going through hypertension.
Crossing my fingers that things will get better soon!

{December 5, 2011}   Mirthful Monday-Get Well Edition

Due to this lovely cold I have, I decided to do a Mirthful Monday dedicated to adding humor to the allergy and cold season we are in. Thus, I am naming this the Get Well Edition. May others find some get well humor when they are going through allergies, cold, flu, etc.!

Okay, ladies, which is worse—having a cold, or hearing your husband whine when he has one?

One more sneeze like that and it’ll take the Amazing Kreskin to find my contacts.


The patient went to his doctor because he had flu, and the doctor wrote out a prescription for him in his usual illegible writing. The patient put it in his pocket, but forgot to get the tablets from the pharmacy. Every morning, for two years, he showed it to the conductor as a railroad pass. Twice, it got him into the movies, once into the soccer stadium, and once into the symphony. He got a raise at work by showing it as a note from his boss. One day he mislaid it. His daughter picked it up, played it on the piano and won a scholarship to the conservatory of music.

“My dear doctor, I’m surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, because I have been practicing all night.” John Philpot Curran
Did you hear the story about the germ?
Never Mind. I don’t want it spread all over.

A doctor was having an affair with his nurse. Shortly afterward, she told him that she was pregnant. Not wanting his wife to know, he gave the nurse a sum of money and asked her to go to Italy and have the baby there.

“But how will I let you know the baby is born?” she asked.

He replied, “Just send me a postcard and write “spaghetti” on the back. I’ll take care of expenses.” Not knowing what else to do, the nurse took the money and flew to Italy.

Six months went by, and then one day the doctor’s wife called him at the office and said, “Dear, you received a very strange postcard in the mail today from Europe, and I don’t understand what it means.”

The doctor said, “Just wait until I get home and I will explain it to you.”

Later that evening the doctor came home, read the postcard, and fell to the floor with a heart attack. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital emergency room. The head medic stayed back to comfort the wife. He asked what trauma had precipitated the cardiac arrest.

So the wife picked up the card and read: “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti – Two with sausage and meatballs; two without.”


Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline

If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.

If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.

If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are manic-depressive, it doesn’t matter which number you press. No one will answer.

If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.

If you are phobic, don’t press anything.

If you are anal retentive, please hold.


If you have a lot of tension and you get headaches,
do what it says on the aspirin bottle:
“Take two and keep away from children.”

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
An onion a day keeps everyone away.

Support bacteria.
They’re the only culture some people have.

For the Hillbilly

Artery: The study of fine paintings

Barium: What you do when CPR fails

Cesarean Section: A district in Rome

Colic: A sheep dog

Coma: A punctuation mark

Congenital: Friendly

Dilate: To live long

Fester: Quicker

G.I. Series: Baseball games between teams of soldiers

Hangnail: A coathook

Medical Staff: A doctor’s cane

Minor Operation: Coal digging

Morbid: A higher offer

Nitrate: Lower than the day rate

Node: Was aware of

Organic: Musical

Outpatient: A person who has fainted

Post-operative: A letter carrier

Protein: In favor of young people

Secretion: Hiding anything

Serology: Study of English knighthood

Tablet: A small table

Tumor: An extra pair

Urine: Opposite of you’re out

Varicose veins: Veins which are very close together


Get well cards have become so humorous that if you don’t get sick you’re missing half the fun.
— Flip Wilson

The best six doctors anywhere
And no one can deny it
Are sunshine, water, rest, and air
Exercise and diet.
These six will gladly you attend
If only you are willing
Your mind they’ll ease
Your will they’ll mend
And charge you not a shilling.
— Nursery rhyme quoted by Wayne Fields

Warning: Humor may be hazardous to your illness.
— Ellie Katz

You have a cough? Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax – tomorrow you’ll be afraid to cough.
— Pearl Williams

I get by with a little help from my friends.
– John Lennon

{December 4, 2011}   Switching Heads

I wish it were possible to switch heads the way you switch shoes. This head on my shoulders currently feels out of place and full of pain. Added to my tooth pain, I have gained a head cold, replete with coughing, sneezing, stuffiness, headache and fever. It’s time like this, I wish to detach my head for one in no pain. Unfortunately, no one has invented this yet, so for now I am stuck wishing this sickness away and getting very acquainted with my bed. Hopefully, I am doing better tomorrow so I can visit more rooms other than my bedroom.

How do YOU deal with physical pain? Do you have a secret for getting over the pain? I do…sort of.

One of the ways I deal with headaches, especially migraines, is by using “pressure points”. I guess that’s what they are called. I had read years ago about pinching the skin between your thumb and forefinger with your other hand and holding for about 15-20 seconds. It is said to help with headaches and I have found it actually does help a little.

BUT it didn’t make them go away and I always searched for something to make that happen. You see, I have suffered from migraines since I was 6 years old. I went to doctors and was given many prescriptions, which none of them seemed to work. Finally, when I was diagnosed with a thyroid problem, they started to ease up. A LOT. I used to have them several times a month, now I would say I have migraines maybe 2-3 times a year, if that. I still have stress headaches occasionally though, which are nothing like a migraine, but I treat them the way I used to help my migraines.

About a yr. before my migraines eased up, I had my method down pat. If I got one, I would take some Advil Liqui gels…not regular ones, because they don’t dissolve as quick! Then to bed I would go….if I could. If I couldn’t, then it was suffer until I could. Seriously, I HAD to fall asleep to get rid of it. The problem was that sometimes sleep is not so easy and not just because you may not be tired at all. Also, the pain could be so bad that it seemed impossible. When your head is throbbing so bad that it feels like there’s an invisible crack down your forehead about to split open at anytime, sleep can be the hardest thing ever to accomplish.

THIS is when I discovered a technique for myself that would soothe the pain down enough for me to get to sleep and the sooner I slept, the sooner it was over.

Call it meditation, if you will. I would close my eyes and envision a brick wall or come up with a small phrase and repeat over and over. At first, it was really difficult. Getting my brain to shut out all the thoughts running through my mind was not easy at all, but after awhile, I was able to completely block out everything else and focus simply on the red brick wall or the words I was repeating. How does this help?

Well…thinking HURTS when you have a bad headache and especially during a migraine….the more thoughts that ran through my head, the more my brain was working and the pain just felt never ending. I discovered that if I could stop ALL thoughts except for ONE, my brain would slow down the thinking process and thereby, the pain would ease up and almost go to the back of my mind. I would almost forget the pain entirely and the next thing you know, I was asleep. I guess it’s a mind over matter thing?

I know a lot of people believe in yoga and meditation and I almost wonder if I figured out something that’s an actual way of dealing with pain. Has anyone else ever heard of my method or used it before?

It seems to work really well, at least for me. So much so that for stomach cramps, I use meditation in a slightly different way. I use the concentration method by just focusing on one part of the body at a time and relaxing that part then moving on to another area. I have found that sometimes THIS technique seems to move pain from the area that hurts the most to another area where it hurts a little less and sometimes it works by putting me to sleep by focusing on relaxing the muscles.

So…what do you think? DO you think my methods are good ones? Do you have other tips? It’s always fascinating to hear ideas that don’t require actual medicine to heal you.

Part 2 showed some of the fun I had and some differences in the countries….This part will show you WHY I compare my missions trip to my honeymoon when it comes to negative experiences.

As I mentioned earlier, a day or two into the trip I started having headaches consistently. Since I didn’t have the option of just opting out and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss anything anyways, I ended up taking pill after pill JUST to manage every day. I only got to talk to my mom one time while I was in Wales. Back in 2001, believe it or not, cell phones weren’t as big of a thing and neither were laptops so I didn’t have a cell phone to just call people I loved whenever I wanted. Our leader had one, of course, and he arranged for all of us to call our parents for a short time after we arrived just so they could know we were safe. Of course, if there had been a problem, I’m sure we would have been allowed to call them as well.

It was lonely for me, though. I missed home ever so much and thank God for me having my own room that I could go to at night and cry and pray by myself. I needed that alone time when so much time on the trip was spent with new people. I also loved to gaze down from the window at the street below and wonder what the other people in the other buildings were doing at that moment. One day, as I was gazing out the window, I felt a drop of water hit me. It wasn’t raining outside so I was confused as to what I was feeling. I stepped back and noticed that not only was there a leak from up above dripping down but there was also some hair leaking through? Yea, I was completely mortified. It turned out the third floor shower was leaking into that room so that meant less showers and quicker ones for them and a bucket placed under the window. As I lay in bed, I could hear the water dripping every now and then and oddly enough, it didn’t keep me awake. I suppose because I was so tired. A few days later, the leak emerged down the wall next to where my bed was. I simply scooted the bed over a little and went on my way. All I cared about was that it wasn’t leaking on me.

Then, horror of horrors, came the night where I was laying in the bed and the water started leaking from the middle of the ceiling right above the light fixture. There was no longer a place safe enough to sleep in the room. The thought of having to move this late in the game, into the room where ALL the girls were, was frightening to me so I came up with my own alternative. The room at the end of the hall, right next to me, housed tons of VHS movies and while there wasn’t a bed in there, there WAS room enough for a mattress. I hauled my mattress into this room, laid it on the floor and that was my makeshift bed for the few remaining days of my trip. It might not have been the best situation but it worked for me and I could still use the other room to dress and store my stuff.

We eventually found out OUR shower was leaking into the daycare so all of us had to start taking really fast showers as to reduce the leakage factor. Like I said, this building had seen better days!

One of the things I had wanted to do on this Missions trip more than anything was to sing. I was shy, yes, but I loved to sing and I was willing to try to sing solos or duets, whatever was needed. Shortly after the headaches started, my voice started getting raspy and hoarse. I could talk fine but the singing wasn’t happening. That was hard for me because when I’m not able to sing, I feel empty. The fact that I wasn’t able to do something that I thought I could offer on a Missions trip above anything else really shot down my confidence and saddened me. So…headache, losing voice….pop more Ibuprofen to deal with the pain.

Then I walked into VBS one day and tripped over the bottom of the door frame. I ended up twisting my ankle and it HURT. Since I had no choice but to walk on it and A LOT, I popped more medicine to make the pain just go away. It worked, I didn’t feel my ankle hurting as bad, my headache was a distant aching pain and while I couldn’t sing, I could still talk fine.

By the end of the trip, I had gone through almost a whole thing of Ibuprofen…one of those big economical sizes. As we drove to the airport and got on the plane, there was a little bit of sadness in saying goodbye to Wales but I was also homesick and my body was giving out on me. I was exhausted. On the way to Pennsylvania, my headache came back with a vengeance and my back starting throbbing and aching. It seemed like I would never get home.

As we touched down in Pennsylvania, good byes were said and I was pointed on my way to my flight to Texas. Here I was again, on my own, all alone, walking to my flight. Kimberly had a connecting flight too, for Georgia, so luckily I had a companion for a bit of my walk. Then I found my connecting flight and got on. I freaked out when I saw I was seated next to two good looking college age kids. Great…here I am, a big girl with glasses, feeling like crap and stuck next to two guys….Good looking guys! UGh, kill me now!

The 3 hour flight to Texas seemed to drag on and on forever, my head wanted to explode and I began to feel nauseous. Oh no….please let me hold it until we get there!…….Perhaps, I should have been more specific? As we landed and were pulling up to our gate, I couldn’t hold back anymore and I had to grab one of those paper baggies in front of me…and yea, I think you know what happened next. I THINK the college guys were busy looking somewhere else but I am probably just deluding myself. When we got off the plane, I honestly could care less what anyone thought anymore, I felt horrible and I wanted my mom, I wanted my bedroom with my own bed and I wanted it now!

We still had a 2 hour drive to our house though and I lay in the backseat of the car, sick as a dog, all the way home. I got sick yet again on the road. 😦

When we got home, I went right to bed and stayed there for quite awhile. I later discovered I had strep throat, so it wasn’t that much of a shock that I had felt so bad. So why was my trip not so good? Well…a leak in my room, sick with a headache and strep throat for almost 2 weeks without knowing it, a very much probable close to overdose on Ibuprofen AND a twisted ankle….that’s why…

Do I regret my trip? No. Obviously, it would have been nice to not have been sick the whole time, but it was a growing up, life experience. I grew up so much from that trip, I learned new things about the world, I learned new things about myself and how much I can take and still overcome. I learned to be appreciative of what I have and how much I truly have to be thankful for. I had moments when my faith was tested in ways that I had never yet been exposed to at 17; eye opening experiences that really made me start to think for myself more and molded me into what I would later become in life. Before, I just believed things because it was what I was taught and I never really thought any deeper than that. There were tough questions I was asked by people that I was shocked that I didn’t have answers for. Though my shyness lingered for many years after this trip, on the inside I was changed from this trip and was slowly realizing that the world was about more than just believing based on what you were told. It’s also about searching out the truth for yourself and knowing the reasons behind WHY you believe what you believe. Learning to become confident and secure with not only what, but why you feel that way.

It was a great experience and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

et cetera
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