Multiple Updates

Little Man –

Needs another MRI. The spine came back perfectly clear. The brain has a small spot they THINK is an angioma, but will need another MRI to tell. Bloodwork so far is clear, but we’re still getting results back.

Both the physical therapist and the occupational therapist agree that he needs some help. His knees, hips and right arm will not extend all the way. He can’t lay flat on his belly, nor straighten his legs. I’m hoping the insurance will approve some home therapy visits. It’s really hard to see him try to pull himself up and be unable to.

Next I think is to see an orthopedist, but I’ll wait until I know more of what’s going on. He may need some braces at night or some such.

Two teeth on the bottom, a third coming in on the top, and a fourth peeking on the top. Eee 😀

NaNo – 

Kicked THAT mofo right in the ass, yeah! XD

Only now I can’t stand the sight of a pen and paper.  😦

Job – 

Still no luck. It’s becoming a “which bill can I push back this time?” situation. We’ll be driving up to Alabama for Christmas and you can bet we’ll be doing some job hunting while we’re there. Fortunately, we only need to give 60 days notice at our apartment, and there’s no penalty for leaving the lease early.

Games – 

Again, thankful that LOTRO is free. I miss playing CoH. 

Holidays –

Have a Happy!

A Little Man Update

Today we went to Arnold Palmer Hospital for Little Man’s MRI. Originally we’d been scheduled in January, and decided to try a different place, but they called us and asked us if we wanted to come in sooner. Hell yes.

It was a bit rough for Little Man and I, as he was not allowed to have anything to eat after midnight (I did give him a snack when I went to bed around 2 am, shhh). We got up early and drove to the hospital around 830. When we registered, we were told our cost would be $500. Hottie and I kind of looked at each other, and we’re like… you can bill us. Heh. This brings our current medical bills up to about $3000, which is all right since our actual running cost is about 23 grand. Good thing we have insurance.

After we registered we spent a few minutes in the waiting room while Little Man fussed and complained about being hungry, and I felt … well I wasn’t nervous exactly (at the time I had been told the sedation would be oral) since I’ve had an MRI and I know it’s no big deal. There was also blood to be drawn which bugged me but I knew they’d do it while he was asleep.

Except that it turns out he’s getting an IV instead. Yie! They prep him for that and of course he is mightily upset, but calms down after everything is in place and he’s allowed to move his arm around again. They lead us to the MRI room, and I’m cradling him in my arms. They say “Okay, this stuff works pretty fast, so don’t worry when he goes limp.”

He was fussing a bit when they injected the anesthesia, but about 2 seconds later his eyes rolled partially back and he was out like a light. We handed him over and went back out to the waiting room where I (ha ha!) tried to write. Failing that, and miserably, we opted to drown our nervousness with chocolate glazed krispy kreme. Now, I had not had a krispy kreme donut since before I quit working at Rollins, and let me tell you, it tasted damn good. I guess once a year for one of those isn’t bad.

Afterwards we went back to the waiting room and I again tried to write, and suddenly realized I had my story timeline screwed up and that the main villain wasn’t really supposed to be there. Crap. If I could write an autobiography it might be different. Anyway. I tried to keep busy and distracted, and time did pass a little quicker than I expected. The RN came out and got us, laughing. “He’s breastfed, isn’t he.” Apparently he’d been trying to accost one of the nurses for teh boobahs.

We get to the recovery room, and here is my little boy all covered in wires and doodads and not one but -two- IVs. He had a blood pressure cuff on his leg, an oxygen meter on is big toe, and three monitors stuck to his chest, along with the IVs. Poor thing. He was very drowsy and complaining a bit so it took him a little to realize the snack bar had arrived. After he figured it out, he quieted down and pretty much ignored everything that was going on after that. 

He started to wake up more and was awake enough to tell the nurse just how pissed off he was when she took the IVs out. He chitchatted a little bit as we were leaving, and then promptly fell asleep again once we were on the road.

He’s awake now and having a bit of cereal, and jabbering and seems fine. We’ll hopefully have some results by the middle of next week.

The physical therapist and occupational therapist are going to call us to make their appointments, but our testing is done for now.

Thanks everyone for your continued support, well wishes, notes and donations. We really appreciate all of you. 

Now we just need Hottie to get another job, or else we might end up moving to Alabama a bit sooner than we planned heh

Lucky x2

The place we had originally scheduled the MRI (the one in January) called and asked if we wanted to do it tomorrow. So, MRI and bloodwork tomorrow. That means I need to make myself go to bed early tonight, because Little Man can’t have anything past midnight, and he always wakes up and wants a snack when I come to bed.

Hopefully this will give us some answers.

Snakes bring luck right? Right!

Because Hottie has scored an MRI for MONDAY. Also, we have a physical therapist coming TO OUR APARTMENT to evaluate Little Man. This is fantastic, because at an office, he can’t really move around like he does at home, plus, with only one vehicle it can get a bit tricky to for scheduling.

A Ssssurprissse Addition To The Family

So, on Saturday, we all went to the Orlando Science center, because someone was nice enough to gift us with a year family pass, which means it is free entertainment. We go there, turn the kids loose, and relax. 

This Saturday was a reptile show, all kinds of great info, snakes and turtles. Highlights were a 13-foot albino python (forget what kind exactly) and a very mellow gopher turtle. I took a few pictures but the lighting wasn’t that fantastic so I haven’t put them up yet because I need to sort and tweak.


Then there is this little fellow.. or chick, we’re not sure yet. She was given to me by a breeder. He had several and twisted my arm so painfully that I couldn’t say no. She’s a corn snake, very friendly, very tiny. I believe she’s about 8″ long or so. She’s already had a pinkie and is quite happy in her little critter keeper. Of course, having one makes me want more but we’ll see how it goes first. Thankfully frozen mice are quite cheap.

[link] needs a name! Help me name this little beauty. I’ll take any and all suggestions.

/mourn Michael Crichton

This journal is 4 days late but I’ve been busy.

Michael Crichton – Jurassic Park, Sphere, Prey, Andromeda Strain, Eaters of the Dead, and a slew of other awesome books and movies – passed away on the 4th. Damn, damn, damn. He will be missed.

NaNo is kicking my ass, but via a couple of tricks I’m starting to climb back on top of it. Unfortunately one of those tricks involves actually hand writing things. I never realized how bad my handwriting was until I tried to transcribe it onto the computer. Eesh.

My ex had the good sense to let me slide on child support for these two months since Hottie is down to one job. He interviewed for a position the other day which could work out. Once again, I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high.

My kids are here this weekend. Little Man loves ’em. They drive me insane. It’s all good.

Thanks to those of you who have donated (or tipped for shows), we really, really appreciate it. Every dollar goes towards copays and other med bills for Little Man.

That’s it for now, woo.

I Admit It, I’m a Bad American

Yesterday, I didn’t vote. I’m about as non-political as a slug, and a perfect example of the ignorant American who has no idea what’s going on in her country. 

Except I did kind of have a clue. I knew we as a nation were ready for this change, and I was hoping that other people felt the same. So despite being non-political, and not voting, I found myself glued to as the results came in. I found myself getting more and more excited every time blue filled in a state. I knew it was over long before Florida and California were announced.

Then, out of curiosity, I looked at some of the other stuff on the ballots. I felt a little disappointment then. Gay marriage… illegal?! Gay couples adopting children… illegal?! I hope this changes soon.

Now my only hope is that all the environmental crap that Bush is trying to pull on his way out gets shot down.

OH and I just had to add this link [link] because I love it.

January, seriously? W.T.F.?

Finally got the MRI arrangements made, and we have to wait until January 30 before he can go. We’re on the cancellation waiting list, but seriously? January? He’s going to see the neurologist again before the MRI. And he’ll be a year old.

*rubs face*

Time, could you just slow down a little? 

No other news, just wanted to vent a little.

On NaNo, Teflon, and Little Man

Day 3 – I’m rewriting a story I had first written on blue paper in purple pen in the 9th grade. I’ve tried many times in the past to edit my childish prose, but have been unable to until now. Now it’s working. It might actually work. I think I can do this. I’m at 4500 words. I need to write another 1500 today to keep on schedule. I can do this. Really, I can. Damn you, insecurity and procrastination, making me write a blog post instead of another chapter of my novel.

I find myself increasingly irritated when, no matter how hard I try to keep to plastic, bamboo and silicone utensils, my nonstick pans always get scratched. Most recently my GOOD frying pan -you know, not the one that has months of PAM residue in it and has baked-on brown grease spots- became a victim of the dishwasher, whose evil, plastic-coated supports have become worn on top, exposing their horrifically sharp steel innards. Damn you, dishwashers, and your convenient place to hide the dirty dishes.

Today I also realized the full extent of my grudging dependence on microwaves, as I dumped a can of chicken noodle soup into a disposable ziplock bowl and nuked it, instead of cooking it on the stove like I normally would have. Damn you, microwaves, and your evil stroking of my lazy.

Little Man is doing well. He seems to be wanting the boobahs a bit more of late, but since he’s still happily eating solid foods I’m not overly worried about it, except for the fact that he cut a second tooth on the 28th. He does like to bite things. Last night I was sitting with my foot pressed against the table leg of my ‘desk’ to keep Little Man from bashing his head into it as he explores, and he decided it looked tasty and bit me on the instep. Hottie laughed at me, unsympathetic. Damn you, uncaring bastard, I’m going to sic Little Man on you in the middle of the night.

We’re still waiting for authorization for the MRIs. We called the neurologist’s office today to find out why we hadn’t heard anything, only to find out THEY hadn’t heard anything. Apparently there’s a third party involved that handles all those arrangements and they “hadn’t gotten to it yet”. Damn you, middle-men.

I’ve found there’s only one pediatric orthopedist on our insurance list, and possibly only one pediatric physical therapist. Since Hottie’s contract job is over now, he’s free in the mornings, so hopefully we’ll be able to get those appointments done quickly while I’m able to use the truck.

Little Man can say mama, dada, and papa, and something relatively close to baba when Hottie leaves in the morning so I think he’ll be saying them on purpose relatively soon. He’s definitely getting the idea.

Hottie’s been in touch with someone from Madison, AL about a job. I’m trying very, very hard not to get my hopes up, but I am thankful that the apartment we’re at doesn’t have a penalty for breaking a lease early. There’s too much churn from Full Sail for them to do that, I think. But still, I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Well, back to the grind. I’ve got a lot more typing I need to do, and the approximately 550 words I put here aren’t helping that any.