Ten Things Thursday...

OMG- I am going to have a breakdown.

  1. Two words... work sucks
  2. My large-ish chest has grown into my own floation device overnight. John is a happy, happy boy.
  3. If Cinti Bell texts me again to tell my how many minutes of my UNLIMITED PLAN minutes I have used, I am going to go ape. I don't know what happened to start this obnoxiousness but it better quit.
  4. A very good friend is going through In-Vitro and as you know I believe that any and all positive vibes/prayers go along way. Please send some out to her. She and her husband would make fan-freaking-tastic parents!
  5. It is the crazy July 4 weekend that occurs like the movie Groundhogs day every year. It will be nice to see friends we haven't seen is a long time but still exhausting.
  6. I made the stupid mistake ofeating Sk*yline at 9:30 last night and around 2AM, I thought I was going to DIE. What was I thinking??
  7. Can you tell the I am one big giant crab apple?
  8. I want my orzo salad that I made all last summer... right NOW.
  9. We went to K*ings I*sland yesterday with friends. I can't believe Ellie rode tons of GIANT, SCARY rides! My back is still killing me.
  10. John is doing much better and his levels are down. Besides the now ear infection that has gone into his lymph node (again) he is much less whiny. For the moment.

Tell Me Tuesday/ Damn you Anne and your Taco Bell!!

More posts coming-I promise!

I had a "moment" with Taco Bell last Sat. I ate more TB for lunch than I have ever eating in my lifetime... and I wasn't even stuffed!     Anne needs to quit putting these ideas in my head! I think I even scared the children with the amount I ate...


Tell me...


What is the largest amount of fast food you have ever consumed in one sitting?

Ten Things Thursday...

The ten...

  1. I forgot to tell you about the giant Semi truck I saw while driving North... above the drivers door, in big lettering... "Dick's Hanky Panky Room- Everyone Welcome" Niice...
  2. I am obsessed with a story I heard from my friend at dinner Tuesday. It was about the gibbons at the zoo catching and tearing up a  live peacock... I KNOW it's horrible but seriously? I can't stop laughing about it.
  3. Our Church Festival is this weekend- John and I are working it every night. It is going to be long and painful.
  4. I am feeling the baby kick more.
  5. I need to buy some jewelry- I have friends at work that have fabulous jewelry for every outfit. I am jealous.
  6. My basil plant is going ape. I love fresh basil but am out of recipes- any ideas?
  7. I still need to unpack from The Lake... painful
  8. Henry still isn't eating and still has diarrhea.
  9. I think I am off my mango kick...
  10. Here are the pictures of the house. I still need to paint the front door a brick red. You know, in all of my spare time.

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Before with roofer guy.                             After...

More...

So, we met with the nutritionist on Monday. I can't say it was extremely educational. I can say that it is nice to have a starting point. I think that John has completely lucked out. He basically needs to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with a snack in between. He gets 75g of carbs per meal and 30g per snack. That is fantastic- and very manageable. Is he following it 100%? No. Can I do anything about it? No- I just can't watch and harp on everything he is choosing to do or not do. I am alreadyexhausted trying to figure out next steps. Yet today, he is commenting joking on how loaded he is going to at our church festival this weekend. Forget what the nutritionist said about a two beer limit. What does she know?

The Lake was great- the kids did an amazing job on the drive and it only took us 10 hours!  We had one absolutely beautiful day that we spent on the beach-digging in the sand. the other days were cloudy and rainy but still fun. DSC_0633

The drive home went something like this- Sarah woke up the night before with an unbelievable fever. I could not believe how hot to the touch she was. She spent the night crying and moaning in a full bed that Henry and I were sharing. Then, around 3:30 AM, she decided to throw up... nice. We then took a cool bath and tried unsuccessfully to get a little sleep. I gave up and packed the van and loaded everyone up around 8 AM. this is also where everyone was standing outside waving good bye and the van would not freaking start... after jumping the van, we were off. Two hours into the trip? Ellie throws up... I SO wanted to cry. We kept on going and again, the kids did a really great job even though they felt horrible. After 11 hours, the last two being the worst- I was SO,SO  tired- we are getting off at our exit! Less than THREE miles from home! In the home stretch! SO close! The light at the end of the tunnel!

And Henry vomits..........everywhere. The DVD player. The head rest of the passenger seat. The window. The sliding door. You name it, he hit it. I threw myself backwards, grabbed a beach towel and literally threw the entire thing over his head. We then drove home with all of our windows open. It took me 2 1/2 hours to clean the van. I only cried a little bit. Since then, they have all been recovering. Henry has moved on to explosive diarrhea and is still feeling pretty punky but I think everyone is on the mend.

Grab a cup, this might be a long one...

I am going to do my best to bring you up to speed. Henry is the only one awake (for now) and he is eating a pop-tart and chugging drinking his first allowed cup of milk in 3+ days. 

The whole diabetes diagnosis has thrown JW into a huge mess of depression, anger, fear, denial, and he was isbeing a big baby or "tootie-tottie" as we like to say in our house. Now, I can't blame him for any of these reactions-it IS a scary diagnosis for a 38 year old man that went into the Dr's. for a routine physical and comes out with life going downhill... 

Breakdown #1: Sat. morning, John is getting ready to go to work and STILL hasn't even taken the %^&*! glucometer out of the  BOX to test his glucose levels THREE times a day. So we had the "grow up and denial will NOT make this go away discussion yell-fest." He doesn't want anyone to know, not his Mother who has had diabetes for over 37 years, not his brother who has just also been diagnosed within the last two years, not our neighbor that is very truthful and also a diabetic. Not our friends-no one. We had plans to go to a festival that night with our good friends that night and I asked if we should really go... a) could he "buck up" and not be a crab and b) could he control himself and not drink 8 million beers and chow on Brats. He was SO mad- said that I was the only one telling him what CAN'T do. We go to the festival, he drinks 8 million 5 beers and eats 3 pieces of pizza.

The above leads us to Breakdown #2 Sat. night. We are back home, kids are in bed, I am tired and JW is back to acting like his pouty, bratty wo is me self. THIS is when he chooses to tell me he called and talked to his Mother (remember-diabetic for 37 years?) while at work. Her stellar piece of advice for her "little boy?" "Oh, just stop drinking Coke and you will be fine." WHA??!! I lost it completely. WHO says that to someone that a) eats a horrible diet consisting of0 fruits or veggies b) they love? c) someone that they KNOW is a big baby because SHE is the one that caused him to be that way. d) Has the years of experience to KNOW that glucose levels in the 300's AND triglycerides in the 700's are off the charts DANGEROUS if not controlled. BD#2 ended with him literally looking me in the eye and saying "I think you are happy about this whole thing because it just gives you one more thing for you to control"

DONE

I went ape. If anyone knows us, they know that there is no "leash" on John. There never has. I was so mad and upset, I can't believe I did not yell my uterus out. The low down of BD#2 is that I told him that I have too many things on my plate that is only going to get worse. I have three kids that I am responsible for and another I am responsible for keeping healthy. I can't add him to the mix and I won't. HE is an adult-suck it up and deal with it. He has responsibilities too- get his head out of his ass or go live with his Mother who will only tell him to lay low on Coke and pat his back saying "Oh poor little boy..."
He apologized the next day- to which I reiterated the same stuff and told him to shove his apology.Then he went to a golf outing/dinner all day where he ate shit and drank beer.

I was mentally putting so much expectation on the diabetic nutritionist. I was relying on her to tell John the "rules," for her to give us a starting point, for her to give us the information that his Doctor (aka the idiot) refused to tell us. I wanted HER to be the "bad guy" not me with this new diet that I am now responsible for researching, buying and cooking. There was a lot riding on this meeting that he didn't even want me going to.

And they canceled it without calling. I arrived 10 minutes before JW. When I "check in" and am told that we didn't have an appointment and that the DN wasn't even there, I can honestly say I truly had a breakdown. A sobbing, snot coming out of my nose, yelling breakdown.They had tried to run the diabetic education through our insurance last Friday and it was denied. Well, I knew this was incorrect and told them Friday that I work for a J & J company- you know- the LEADING manufacturer of DIABETIC SUPPLIES AND INSULIN you dumb ass...  and I was 100% positive that my insurance would cover it and also said that IF for some reason it wasn't covered, we would pay for the education-it was THAT important. They said that they tried to run it through again on Friday afternoon, it was again denied and so they canceled our appointment-without notifying us. All I can say is that I guarantee that if they had had a under the counter security/panic button, they would have been pushing it repeatedly.

I have to go feed children- Part II coming soon.


 

I lied...

Ok, even though I promised to post tonight, it's 11:30 and I am tired. Tomorrow? I did have dinner with friends and laughed my head off. It was SO good to see them. Doctors appointment went fine- up 2 pounds and heartbeat 145...


Night night

Alive...

Back from the Lake- good stories to come. I promise I will post tonight!

Topics will include...

Breakdowns 1 and 2 both on Sat.
Gi-normous breakdown of epic proportions at the nutritionists office when they canceled our appointment and never called ot tell us. I am hoping it is my first and last public freak out of that magnitude.
The Lake
The trip home from The Lake...foreshadowing... TWO of the three children vomiting...
The "new" nutritionist appointment
My doctors appointment tonight.

I will leave you with some cute new pictures of The Hams...

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Off...

  • to the Lake until Sunday.
  • of my rocker... things are not good... stress level is at an all time high. Last week John was diagnosed with diabetes... his blood glucose and triglycerides are off the charts. He is mad, scared, stubborn, a big baby and needs to "buck up."

Long stories to come...


Smooches, K

Ten Things

  1. Cried again at work on Monday- what a horrible day.
  2. Managed to avoid the people I wanted to avoid on Tuesday- so, a better day.

  3. Roofers are finished and the Siding men arrived this morning.

  4. I have a story about John and his physical-big, big story that will have to wait...sorry

  5. We are leaving for the Lake on Tuesday- more on that later too

  6. I have consumed a ridiculous amount of fresh Mango in the last three weeks. Seriously- an embarrassing amount. I can't stop- it is so darn good!

  7. I have scheduled my ultrasound for July 8th- and no we are again NOT finding out what we are having.

  8. Oh and names? HAHAHAHAHA- I am up for anything you can throw at me. But honest to goodness names- no Fontaine, no Shaquille- truly- if you have a (girls names especially) couple of names for me to try on John- I would appreciate it. So far he is STILL shooting down- Claire, Caroline, Bridget, Erin, Colleen and  Margaret. Jill and Paige are sometimes "ok..." and sometimes "I don't think so's"

  9. People are commenting on "the bump" I don't know what to say... "um yes... thanks for noticing my girth!"

  10. Our family trip to T*arget yesterday was Hellish. At one point, John said "OMG- this is horrible!" Um yeah- because YOU are the genius that told the TWO year old that he didn't have to go in a cart... You might as well have told him to go crazy and run with sharp pointed scissors.  

Pound, pound, pound...

Sorry fo being MIA- my only excuses are:

Work was so horrible on Thursday that I cried 2 -4 times. I lost count.!
Yesterday, THE ROOFERS showed up! Highlights include hearing them yell for "Mud!" and "Blade!" Two of the 12 roofers names. Sarah asking one of them "WHat is on your neck?" to which he replied "Hey- that's my new skull tattoo little lady! You like it?" AND as we were leaving to pick up Ellie on her last day of 1st grade (!) Another ahem... gentleman said "Hey! I di-in't know you were growin' another one in there!"  to be honest, they have been nothing but nice and it is amazing how hard they work.
So here we are today- they showed back up at 8:30 and the pounding has started again. The siding showed up yesterday also- I have no idea when that is scheduled to start.I can't wait to paint my front door red.
Yesterday, after picking up E, we went to Kings Is*land with friends and then my SIL unexpectedly sat for us so JW and I went out to dinner (9pm!) and cried because we got the Tuition bank form to fill out. TWO kids with tuition costing $3400 EACH and only 10 month payment plan... I might as well say good bye now for we are going to have to turn off our electricity as a savings cost. Oh and the grocery has to stop too... It is a good thing we don't pay for air... that is the only thing we can afford.