I had to visit Dr. Guice today about the thing in my throat. Turns out, it was a mucus gland that got infected and turned into a cyst. It popped on its' own and drained, so there really wasn't anything for him to do today except confirm that was what it was and tell me how to handle them if they recur in the future. That makes me happy! Just thought I'd share.
Now, I'm off to soothe what's left of this sore throat.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
In memory of my Daddy
My Dad, Dorval Nelson Bell, passed away 14 years ago today in Carrick-on-Shannon, Ireland. I was numb for quite some time afterward, and went through some really dark times. As time has passed, I still find myself thinking of him almost every day. Something always comes up when "I wish my Daddy were here."
Nearly three years ago, my son was born. We had decided, upon finding out the gender, to name him James Dorval Toney after two of his deceased grandfathers, my dad and Dr. James F. Toney DVM. I find more and more often, that JD was named appropriately. From looking strikingly like my dad, to his sense of humor and intelligence, he is so similar to my dad. I only wish he had been here to meet JD; he would be so proud!
They say "time will make it easier." It hasn't really been any "easier" per se, but it is different. I am not numb and angry at God for taking my father. I do wish he were around, but I know he is in a much better place.
Daddy had no formal music training, but he sang this song often and well. Miss you Daddy...
Also, he was very interested in the Bell/Boler family genealogy. This was one of the last, if not THE last book we bought him:
Red clay hills of Neshoba: Roots-reflections-ramblings : the early history of Neshoba County, Mississippi
Nearly three years ago, my son was born. We had decided, upon finding out the gender, to name him James Dorval Toney after two of his deceased grandfathers, my dad and Dr. James F. Toney DVM. I find more and more often, that JD was named appropriately. From looking strikingly like my dad, to his sense of humor and intelligence, he is so similar to my dad. I only wish he had been here to meet JD; he would be so proud!
They say "time will make it easier." It hasn't really been any "easier" per se, but it is different. I am not numb and angry at God for taking my father. I do wish he were around, but I know he is in a much better place.
Daddy had no formal music training, but he sang this song often and well. Miss you Daddy...
Also, he was very interested in the Bell/Boler family genealogy. This was one of the last, if not THE last book we bought him:
Red clay hills of Neshoba: Roots-reflections-ramblings : the early history of Neshoba County, Mississippi
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
You strep'd me right off my feet
O. M. G. The kiddo started out sick week before last. I thought he had a rough time with allergies, and a little stomach virus. He never complained of his ears or throat hurting, but when he finally went to the doctor (thanks, Mom, for taking him while I was in class!) he had strep, conjunctivitis, ear infection and possible bronchitis. Poor little fella...
When Mom called me and told me it was strep, my throat had started hurting and my ears stopping up that morning. When I left town to head home last Thursday, I decided to come to the same clinic he'd been taken to. They closed at lunch. Boo. And everyone was closed Friday for Good Friday! I managed to tough it out til yesterday. I have strep, got a load of medicine and Doctor's Excuses from school last week and yesterday.
I don't ever remember having it, but it strep'd me right off my feet. I have been good for nothing. JD's been pretty pitiful as well, and has to go this afternoon for a checkup. We've piled up and watched movies and drank juice for the better part of the weekend.
As for me, I'm waiting on a phone call from the clinic. They didn't like what they saw in my throat. I have a cyst just under the size of a marble in the back of my throat. I have to go to an ENT now and have that checked out. Hopefully, it's something that will dry up soon and not cause any problems, but it worries me regardless. If you don't mind, say a prayer for me. I'd appreciate it.
When Mom called me and told me it was strep, my throat had started hurting and my ears stopping up that morning. When I left town to head home last Thursday, I decided to come to the same clinic he'd been taken to. They closed at lunch. Boo. And everyone was closed Friday for Good Friday! I managed to tough it out til yesterday. I have strep, got a load of medicine and Doctor's Excuses from school last week and yesterday.
I don't ever remember having it, but it strep'd me right off my feet. I have been good for nothing. JD's been pretty pitiful as well, and has to go this afternoon for a checkup. We've piled up and watched movies and drank juice for the better part of the weekend.
As for me, I'm waiting on a phone call from the clinic. They didn't like what they saw in my throat. I have a cyst just under the size of a marble in the back of my throat. I have to go to an ENT now and have that checked out. Hopefully, it's something that will dry up soon and not cause any problems, but it worries me regardless. If you don't mind, say a prayer for me. I'd appreciate it.
Have Sippy Will Travel: Thomas & Friends™: Pop Goes Thomas! DVD Contest
Have Sippy Will Travel: Thomas & Friends™: Pop Goes Thomas! DVD Contest
I just entered Have Sippy Will Travel's contest for a Pop Goes Thomas! DVD. In exchange for an extra entry, I am posting a blog linking back to her giveaway.
My toddler loves all things Thomas, so when I saw this giveaway, I had to enter! I figured some of my readers and facebook friends might also be interested, so I had to share. Good luck! :)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Injustice is served.
I want to preface this entry with "I'm not BLAMING my problems on anyone." Things have happened throughout my life that have been misunderstood and has caused a lot of hurt. These are a couple of things I've kept under a tight lid, but it is time to let it out.
I just saw a post on a friend's Facebook that prompted this blog entry. It was not the first time I'd seen it, and won't be the last I'm sure, but seeing how I'm staring down the 10 year reunion of my high school graduating class, I felt it was time to address this.
"A 15 year old girl holds her 1 year old son; people call her a slut, but no one knew she was raped at 13. Make fun of someone for being fat, but you don't know that person has a serious medical condition that causes her to be fat. Call the old guy ugly, but you don't know he got a serious face injury after serving the country or saving a life. Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping."
I went to school with some of the most rude and insensitive folks. Ahead of me, in the same grade, and behind me. I even had one particular piano student clue me in that her family (which happens to be family of my own) had been discussing my weight and that I needed to lose the fat by exercising. Not so simple! God bless her, though, she didn't realize it wasn't okay to let a person know what was being said about them...
I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). It is a metabolic disorder, characterized by otherwise unexplainable weight gain, exceptionally difficult weight loss, crazy hormones, inability to conceive, and other various symptoms and difficulties. Dr. Cole wasn't able to diagnose this disorder, treated my weight issues with SEVERAL different therapies all to no avail, and eventually said "just back up from the damn table." My gracious! I was barely eating, starving myself just to MAINTAIN my weight, riding bikes and rollerblading for 2-3 hours a day, and not getting any results.
But none of you knew anything about my personal battle. You just knew I was fat. And you LOVED to remind me. You know what? I've come to terms with the fact that I will always be heavy, unless I decide to undergo very expensive surgical treatments including, but likely not limited to, Ovarian Drilling and Gastric Banding.
JD is indeed a miracle child. He should never have even been conceived, much less carried to term (but that's a whole different medical chapter), but he is here and is amazingly healthy. I will likely never have another child. And as much as it hurts, I am okay with that. I'd rather not put myself through the miscarriages again, or the "trying" to even get pregnant.
And as for those of you who talked behind my back about me being a lesbian: yes, I found out about that. I'm very much not a lesbian. I do have friends who are GLBT, but my personal conviction is that God intended marriage and sex to be between one man and one woman. That is how I've always felt. What you do with your partner(s) is between you and the god you serve.
I've held these things in for a long time. I knew you didn't want me in your circles. And that's okay. And it's not that I'm better than you, and you're certainly no better than me, but we just aren't right for each other. The politics have and will continue, and that's fine. But I think I've made up my mind that it's not something I want to re-hash.
I just saw a post on a friend's Facebook that prompted this blog entry. It was not the first time I'd seen it, and won't be the last I'm sure, but seeing how I'm staring down the 10 year reunion of my high school graduating class, I felt it was time to address this.
"A 15 year old girl holds her 1 year old son; people call her a slut, but no one knew she was raped at 13. Make fun of someone for being fat, but you don't know that person has a serious medical condition that causes her to be fat. Call the old guy ugly, but you don't know he got a serious face injury after serving the country or saving a life. Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping."
I went to school with some of the most rude and insensitive folks. Ahead of me, in the same grade, and behind me. I even had one particular piano student clue me in that her family (which happens to be family of my own) had been discussing my weight and that I needed to lose the fat by exercising. Not so simple! God bless her, though, she didn't realize it wasn't okay to let a person know what was being said about them...
I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). It is a metabolic disorder, characterized by otherwise unexplainable weight gain, exceptionally difficult weight loss, crazy hormones, inability to conceive, and other various symptoms and difficulties. Dr. Cole wasn't able to diagnose this disorder, treated my weight issues with SEVERAL different therapies all to no avail, and eventually said "just back up from the damn table." My gracious! I was barely eating, starving myself just to MAINTAIN my weight, riding bikes and rollerblading for 2-3 hours a day, and not getting any results.
But none of you knew anything about my personal battle. You just knew I was fat. And you LOVED to remind me. You know what? I've come to terms with the fact that I will always be heavy, unless I decide to undergo very expensive surgical treatments including, but likely not limited to, Ovarian Drilling and Gastric Banding.
JD is indeed a miracle child. He should never have even been conceived, much less carried to term (but that's a whole different medical chapter), but he is here and is amazingly healthy. I will likely never have another child. And as much as it hurts, I am okay with that. I'd rather not put myself through the miscarriages again, or the "trying" to even get pregnant.
And as for those of you who talked behind my back about me being a lesbian: yes, I found out about that. I'm very much not a lesbian. I do have friends who are GLBT, but my personal conviction is that God intended marriage and sex to be between one man and one woman. That is how I've always felt. What you do with your partner(s) is between you and the god you serve.
I've held these things in for a long time. I knew you didn't want me in your circles. And that's okay. And it's not that I'm better than you, and you're certainly no better than me, but we just aren't right for each other. The politics have and will continue, and that's fine. But I think I've made up my mind that it's not something I want to re-hash.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
"what a day this has been, what a rare mood i'm in, why it's almost like bein' in love!"
ha! this has been great. went out for bbq @ the shed w/ the hubby last night and saw kipori "baby wolf" woods, then marble slab for dessert, then stopped by inertia to see brandi and danielle. had a headache and ended up spending the night w/ will. on the way home to pick up my sweet toddler, i hit a few great garage sales! got the kiddo, headed to "day out w/ Thomas," and get to meet Melissa's sweet Elizabeth, followed by Gattitown for lunch. then teaching piano, and heading home to get ready for a women's conference featuring Laura Leathers. full day? yes! complaining? by no means! i love it!
ha! this has been great. went out for bbq @ the shed w/ the hubby last night and saw kipori "baby wolf" woods, then marble slab for dessert, then stopped by inertia to see brandi and danielle. had a headache and ended up spending the night w/ will. on the way home to pick up my sweet toddler, i hit a few great garage sales! got the kiddo, headed to "day out w/ Thomas," and get to meet Melissa's sweet Elizabeth, followed by Gattitown for lunch. then teaching piano, and heading home to get ready for a women's conference featuring Laura Leathers. full day? yes! complaining? by no means! i love it!
Friday, April 8, 2011
headed out for some much needed QT with the hubby. if there is one thing i've learned during our struggle, it is that you must set aside time regularly to connect with your spouse. if you havent cleared your calendar (even for just a few hours) to spend time with your SO, do it now. make it count. even if you cant afford it, do something together just the two of you. if you're growing apart, a sure-fire way to finish off the relationship is to not spend time together.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Welcome Back....
I have missed blogging. I'm going to make a better effort to set aside some time to get back to it daily.
So much is going on! Trying to wrap up school so I can student teach this fall, dealing with a lovely toddler, teaching piano, my Avon business, starting up with BambooPink... I am loving the new-ness of it all, but I miss having the time to myself that I found in blogging!
The hubby has even started blogging. He posted his first entry today! You can read it here.
I'm looking into getting some other gigs going, and I'm excited about those, too. I know this post was ramble-y, but it'll be ok. The next one will be better. I'm going to go listen to some Adele now.
~LT
So much is going on! Trying to wrap up school so I can student teach this fall, dealing with a lovely toddler, teaching piano, my Avon business, starting up with BambooPink... I am loving the new-ness of it all, but I miss having the time to myself that I found in blogging!
The hubby has even started blogging. He posted his first entry today! You can read it here.
I'm looking into getting some other gigs going, and I'm excited about those, too. I know this post was ramble-y, but it'll be ok. The next one will be better. I'm going to go listen to some Adele now.
~LT
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