back to the future.

so i guess i feel so stuck.

i know i can work to make a living....

and that's what i've done.

because i had to.

there was no choice.

it was about doing whatever i was good at, or even what i knew NOTHING about, and finding the highest paying job to get by and learning it or doing it the very best i could, so that i could keep the job and make a living.... having been off of work for some time now (since my YUCK pregnancy), I've finally gotten to the breaking point of being stagnant.... can't do it any longer.... i haven't been cleared to go back to work yet, which is fine. i can't change it one way or the other. well, i could lie and say i'm fine. i'll go back, but hopefully they wouldn't do an MRI and all that super expensive stuff again, because they might say, "um, i'm not sure you are."  but whatever....  it is what it is and i've been just accepting it, and trying to "enjoy" it as much as i can. 

some benefits to me being at home is that:

1. we don't have to pay for daycare.

2. jason is much happier with ME watching our kids than anyone or anywhere else.

3. spend a lot more time with my mom and family.

4. i'm able to write a lot more.

5. i'm learning how to cook a lot more, and actually enjoying it.

6. i can stop and rest whenever i want!!!

there are many other things that i am learning to enjoy and accept.

there are also negative things about being home, which initially (and for a long time) wore me down and out.... 

1. there is no "alone time" EVER for me.  everytime Lewie (or Taylor) is upset, I hear every complaint, cry, tantrum, fit.... i hear it allllll.... there is never just a period of time where i go without a crying baby or complaining child.... (which, by all means, I should and am learning to appreciate.... but it DEFINITELY takes a while.) i'd like to be able to just have a chunk of time (a few hours maybe?) without a crying child.... a chunk of time where someone else (preferably daddy) can handle the tantrum or the poopy diaper that somehow ends up with poop everywhere from his bum up to his neck and all over his stomach.... how? i have NO idea....

2. the house is SO extremely hard to keep up on. there are at least 2 of us home at alll times. so even if that is just Lewie and I, i'm constantly attending to him, and not cleaning the house, or he's sleeping, and that's the time I think i have to myself, where i would really rather do nothing (except that now I've registered for 2 classes online to fill that extra time i may have had)....  it seems like when i know i have more time to do it, i put it off to the very end.... or don't do it at all.... i believe the word is procrastination, maybe? ;)  or maybe it's called "poor planning."  i cook more, so that means dishes!!!! before this, we hardly ever ate home... we were always on the go. i wouldn't get home and settled and even READY for dinner until AT LEAST 630 or 7, sometimes later.  that meant for a quick dinner, some homework, bathtime and bedtime for Taylor. aaaaand.... not enough time for major mess.

3.  laundry seems to be 50 times as much. i have no idea how that works, because i don't change my clothes throughout the day.... oooohhh wait. i just realized that while typing that out, it was a lie.... i DO change my clothes, in fact, I change them often, as i'm puked on AT LEAST 3 times a day, that isn't including all the "near misses" that i just so happen to catch in a cloth diaper or some other cloth item in reach (*cough* Jason's shirts *cough*) okay, so i'm kidding about using his shirt.... sort of.  i don't know HOW or WHERE the laundry comes from. seriously. i didn't even think there were that many articles of clothing, or linen in the house, but somehow.... they allll end up in the hallway or overflowing our laundry basket. ick! i am going to slowly start "losing" items.... 

4.  i feel i've lost my sense of myself.... i felt so much more worth before.... i was a mother.  a single mother, at that. i was an employee. a full time employee. i was a friend. a daughter. i had a new truck. i had my own apartment. i had my bills. i had all of the MY and ME stuff that i just hadn't quite adjusted to "giving up."  now, i don't mean that in a complaining way.... not entirely at least.... but i felt like IIIII was the one holding down the fort.... for myself and for taylor. so my bills got a bit behind at times.... but my rent was always paid on time. so there was never a scare of losing that.... it would be the electric or the cable or the gas that would be late.... usually the cable, because that wasn't a necessity.... that was a "luxury."  i don't know how we made it, but somehow we did.... i never had a chance to save money aside, but we got by....  i must admit that, mentally, i've been slowly adjusting to this "lifestyle" i guess you would say.... i'm learning to accept more and more where my "role" is.... i wasn't able to work for a long time. physically unable to perform my job duties.... i couldn't. there was just no way possible. i HATED/HATE that.... but you do what you can.... you accept what you cannot, and accept and welcome what you can.... i had to learn to "welcome" many new things.... so in losing my OLD self, i have found a NEW self.... i'm REALLY not one for change.... that's for sure.... so i guess this can be both a positive and negative thing.... the negative was hating to let go of my old self, but the positive is welcoming an entirely new self.... =)  

5. i feel a lot more pressure, because i'm "available" more.... i feel helpless at times, because i assume that much more is expected of me because i am not working. now that may all be in my head, or it may be true.... either way, i don't like when i assume that people have expectations of me.... i am a lot less likely to do whatever it is they want me to do.... (this isn't entirely true for work, more for personal)  because if there are expectations at work, i like to go above and beyond.... but mind you, this isn't a job with a paycheck, so you sort of just work 24 hours a day 7 days a week, and it takes awhile.... a LONG while to feel the "rewards" or "payment".... does that even make any sense?  

anyway.... i'm probably just ranting and raving, and well, Lewie just went to sleep, so i need to drag myself back to my online course, because this is, in fact, the only time that i am able to think clearly, is when he is asleep.... 

sooooo, i shall continue this blog later, as it really did have a purpose that matched the title.... 

lumpy love.

so.

jason thinks that i think too "morbidly" sometimes....

i am not entirely sure what ever sparked my thinking like this.

i try to go back as far as i can remember having my first thoughts of death and dying and being scared about medical things, and i think my earliest memory was when i was walking in a kmart or a store similar to that, with my father.

he had had a heart attack some time before that, and i remember him telling me that "you know, once you have one heart attack, you're likely to have another one, and you usually don't live through the second one." now, i'm not entirely sure if that was a guilt trip or what the intention was at the time, but whatever it was meant to do, it scared the ba-jeebies out of me.... and i never forgot it...

when i got older and worked in the hospital in oncology (with cancer patients), this fear only grew.... i mean, i LOVED my work, because i helped my patients daily.... it was an amazing job to have.... and i was amazingly blessed to be the one at many people's sides while they passed. i mean, not that i ENJOYED being there, but if i wasn't, i'm not sure who would have been.

one of my patients was a homeless guy. he was a DNR (do not resusitate, (sp?)).... anyway, the nurses called him a "drugseeking patient," and before i'd gone in there, i felt like "oh gosh, this guy just wants drugs.... and then, i saw him.... he couldn't sit still.... he was all over the place, and clearly uncomfortable.... he couldn't lie still. well i worked the next day, and he was my patient again, only this time i was a sitter for him. sitter, being that you just sit and watch them all day for one of many possible reasons. (reasons being: they are a suicidal patient, they are likely to fall and keep attempting to get out of bed, they are having seizures continuously, they are ripping their IV or pulse ox machine off.... whatever the reason, there are many of them.)

so i watched him because he kept pulling on his IV and he kept trying to get out of bed. i was actually a sitter for 2 men this day. i sat in the middle of them both, one was trying to pull off his pulse ox (for those of you who don't know what that is, that's the little machine with the red dot that goes on your fingertip. what it does is it measures the oxygen in your fingertips, which ultimately tells them how much oxygen is getting to your extremities. when this number drops, actions need to be taken), and the other was trying to get out of bed and rip his IV out, but really wasn't too alert to realize what he was doing... he was just mumbling and doing the actions, without even really knowing what he was doing. it was terrible.

so my right, i had this BIG, STRONG man with a LOUD dinging machine (when the pulse ox was off of his finger) and then a smaller, frail man who kept trying to climb out. it was so difficult at times when they were both in action, that i remember looking up at the clock multiple times and thinking how grateful i would be when this day was over.... this poor man. he was soooo antsy.... wasn't there anything in the world they could do for him? he kept saying, "sir, help me." (he was out of it and his eyes were closed) and he would be pulling himself up and i'd say, in a soft voice, "I'm right here. I need you to lie back down for me, okay?" and he'd say, "sorry sir. it hurts sir. please help me ma'am." and he'd hold onto my right arm with his left hand. and he'd lie still for a few moments and i'd cover him up with the sheet, and think he was settled, and right when i'd go to sit down, he'd repeat the same cycle.... ohhh it broke my heart.... i'd wished there was something i could have done for him. HE HAD CANCER IN EVERY PART OF HIS BODY!!!! It was in his back, in his bones, EVERYWHERE!!!! how could anyone stand to watch this man suffer like this, and yet still call him a "drugseeking patient!" i'd be drugseeking too, if i were in that much pain!!!!

anyway, i had this fellow the very next day.... again.... only this day, he was content. he was nearly out of it. wasn't fighting to get out of bed anymore.... he just lie still most of the day. i wasn't his sitter, for he no longer needed one. nurse giving report said that he was likely to pass at some time today.... and that he was a DNR so I didn't need to take vitals anymore, not after the first batch.... my insides felt like, "how could you just give up on someone like that?" i mean, I KNOW he was sick, and i KNOW he wasn't going to make it, but can't you monitor his oxygen level? give him more if you could.... i don't know.... i battled this one for a while. i took his vitals anyway.... and they were horrible... i knew he wasn't going to last through my shift.... i checked on him frequently. made sure he had oxygen.... his vitals were slowly dropping, and i remember just taking a seat..... no one was there. i pulled up a chair and he rolled his head towards me.... he started pulling on my arm... his vitals started going nuts.... heartrate was elevating, and he was clearly in pain.... i remember leaning my face down to him and whispering in his ear.... "it's okay, i'm riight here," just as i had the day before.... i had my cheek pressed against his and i held onto his hand with my left hand and my right hand was on top of his head.... i remember the way he had looked. i remember cleaning him the very best i could every day.... i remember.... the moment my cheek was against his, and i whispered in his ear, him lying still and his heart rate slowly dropping.... it was almost as if you could FEEL the fear lift from him.... it made me sooo sad and yet so much better knowing that he wasn't alone.... i watched his chest rise and fall until it didn't rise again.... i remember staring at his chest, waiting for it to rise again.... and staring at his chest and staring at it.... thinking, "he's gonna breathe again...." it's unreal, watching someone pass.... like, how does one's body just stop? how can ANYONE let ANYONE die alone??? his "girlfriend" came by AFTER he passed and before i had gotten him ready to go to the morgue.... she acted a bit upset, but not much.... she looked like she was loaded and it just sickened me. i felt like, "where were you?!" but i didn't say a word....

there are so many patients that i've had, that i remember nearly everything about... i remember their names, first and last. i remember their look, i remember their personality, their diagnosis. i remember how long they stayed and i remember their families....

it can still turn my stomach at times, watching people battle illnesses.... people fighting JUST TO STAY ALIVE, and here we are fretting the small stuff in life.... complaining to your spouses about who works more, or who makes more money, or who takes care of the kids more.... it turns my stomach....

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there's this lump in my armpit.

it started a few days ago.... and has, at minimum, doubled in size....

it hurts to move my right arm.

it hurts to put a shirt on, it hurts to wash.

it just hurts.

i'm sure it's just a swollen lymphnode or something, but it hurts.... and when i looked it up on the internet, it says, "If you are a woman experiencing this lump, CONTACT YOUR DR IMMEDIATELY, as this may also be a sign of breast cancer."

ohhh. nice.

especially nice considering my father passed away from cancer. his brother and sister both passed away from cancer. and he has one other sister who is still alive....

his father passed away from cancer, and all of his siblings, minus one that is still alive (7 or 8 siblings mind you) have all passed away from some type of cancer.

it's clear.

cancer runs on my dad's side....

like i said, i'm sure it's just a swollen lymphnode, i'm nearly certain, but i'm not entirely sure i'd ever forgive myself for dismissing something that could be fatal, knowing i knew my odds before hand.... if it were just me, i would probably say "it's a freakin swollen lymphnode... i'll wait til it goes away." buuuut... it's not just me... it's jason. it's taylor. it's lewie....

my aunt wanda, who passed away most recently of breast cancer, had known she had a lump for a year and a half and by then there was nothing they could do. it was everywhere. they tried, but it was just too far spread to even really help. she passed away after just a few short months of battling it.

so about that lump in my armpit, (that i'm sure is just a swollen lymphnode), it had me awake much of the night because it hurt so bad. all these thoughts started going through my head.... like, what if BAM dr's told me i had cancer? honestly, emotionally, i feel soooo incredibly drained, i'm not even sure i'd have the energy to keep fighting, but then YEAH RIGHT!!!! do you know who i am? i fight everything! i guess that was the attitude i was looking for.... i was thinking of how pathetic my insides sounded thinking that there just wasn't anything else i could fight right now.... that's not ME.... that was that pathetic little voice inside my head throwing a pity party.... cuz whatever it is, cyst, lymphnode.... whatever it is, i just want it to goooo away.... it hurts.

do i think i'm dying?

no.

do i think i have cancer?

no.

do i think i think too much?

yes.

duh.

will i call the dr?

yes.

today.

will i be okay?

i'm sure of it.

anyway, i guess where i was kind of going with this one was, that before you find yourself arguing over the small petty stuff that seems huge at the time, imagine if you were lying at the side of someone you love.... watching them fight to live.... what are those last minute words you'd cram in to say to them? what would you apologize for? would you kiss them and hug them and hold them? well, why don't you try apologizing for those things now... while they're still conscious.... why don't you kiss em, hold em, hug em now.... now, while you have the chance... why don't you let all the petty stuff go... and look at these moments you're given with them now.... they won't be there forever.... go ahead.... love on em.

.....i won't even tell em i told you to. ;)

King x 4.

I am no photographer, by ANY means....

Nor am I claiming to be one... ha!

All I wanted was to get a fairly decent picture of the brothers and sister together for Steve's (their dad's) Birthday coming up.

Seeing that there really aren't any recent pictures of the 4 of them, i just thought it'd be nice.

=) and i think that it was.

Look! Shane's even smiling! =)

oooo. and who's the stud on the right? ;)

Holy Laundry....

So , i don't quite understand it, but this is what Jason does.

He rips his laundry that he wants me to throw away.

rather than throw it away himself, he goes through the trouble of ripping it.

i asked him about this sock.

his response was. "well there was a hole in it."

ooohh honey.

lol.

he never ceases to make me laugh.

Lewie's new favorite thing to do.

in case you get bored, because it's about 3 and a half minutes long, you can fast forward to about 3 minutes and 5 seconds, but you'll miss the close calls throughout. =)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PpMSmutFQ0

oh what fun! 

Let the good times begin.... 

we got it!!!

Ladies and gentlemen.... our new livingroom/dining room.... 

not our furniture of course, but that's our house. =)

well for the time being. ;)  

just feels wonderful to finally be moving in to a house.

can't wait to move in 9 days....

perfect. =)

WOO HOO! 

once we get it all set up, I might take "after" pictures once we get our furniture in there. =)  

losing hope.

So, as of this morning, i still hadn't heard from either agent. 

I finally placed an email to my agent telling him that i'm not a very patient person, but that i've been waiting an extra day and a half from when the guy originally told us we'd probably know by....

i've received a few emails from our current landlord telling us that she has people who are ready to move in whenever we decide to move out.... even though, moving wasn't ever finalized. i told her it was just a "maybe" and that the other place had a few other applicants.

so then, after finally getting frustrated, i told my agent that there was another house i'd like to take a look at just in case we don't hear anything back from this other guy....

i called Troy (the other guy) and asked if they had any new news. 

he didn't. 

he said that they got another application for the house yesterday and that she was wanting to look over it, or it was incomplete or something like that. 

that leads me to believe, that she probably isn't content with just us just yet. 

oh well.

bummer

probably wants someone without pets, i don't know.

sorry. asia's a big part of our family.

can't go without her.

well, talked to my guy and he said that if we don't hear anything about the first house by this afternoon, then we'll go look at the other house later on....

and the second house is his own listing, so we're probably safe there.

anyway.... just thought i'd update you all....

i'm feeling a little hopeless today.... 

wah.