I’m crossing my fingers, toes, eyes and whatever else I can cross, in hopes that things are settling down in my life and I can squeeze a relate-able, decently spelled and grammatically correct blogpost out.
So here is what’s up in my world. Trust me, it’s not so exciting.
My mom, after having a heart attack, had a stroke. Isn’t that terrific? She came home from the hospital for a day before a return engagement at a different venue. By the way, she’s coming home today. Thank you for all your well wishes and prayers!! You people rock! XOXO
Here’s what we are thinking. And this is just a heads up for those of you who have health issues or know people with health issues and are on the fence about getting this wonderful inoculation. As many of you now know, my mom has a heart condition. She has had it for 20 years. She went, about a week before this latest heart attack, to get that H1N1 shot. You know the one. The one that so many doctors and pharmaceutical companies were regaling us with the fact that if we didn’t get this shot, we’d probably get sick and die. Or something like that.
Anyway. She dragged herself over to where they were sticking people. And, she got stuck.
Less than a week later, she had a heart attack.
I’m afraid it’s WAY TOO coincidental to be a mere fluke. In fact, after my mother had a little conversation with someone from the FDA, it seems that there is a slight percentage of people with heart conditions that did, in fact, have major…MAJOR…life altering complications. Due to this fucking shot that I REFUSED to get for my kids and myself.
The FDA will be doing some more research regarding this little incident and we will probably never find out anything conclusive. But, my wee little, pea sized brain, was convinced that this was the reason. When I voiced it to the darling little cardiac intern, she hmmm’d it. Even she said that there was a small, miniscule chance that this was the reason.
The sad thing is, up until this heart attack, my mom had started feeling better from her cardiac arrest that she had a few years back. And now? Well, I’d say this is a ginormous hurdle that she’ll have to try to overcome. Lucky for her, the stroke didn’t do much damage. So she just has to concentrate on remembering to hold her fork right and getting her heart to not fail. That’s it.
Then there is me. Let’s talk about me. 🙂
Graves Disease. A mild form. But really? With a name like Graves…it sounds like the only mild form of it is death. So, I’m on an anti-thyroid, Methimazole and a beta-blocker, Propranolol. They space me out, give me awful sleep and make me feel funky. Good times friends. Good times.
Now there is the little matter of children. More specifically, my oldest son.
What the heck is wrong with this kid? Flunking out of school?
I’m having him tested at school for an IEP. To see if he is frustrated due to some sort of learning problem and perhaps that is why he isn’t doing well. The only response I can get from him is…and I quote…I don’t care.
Yes. Kids. Aren’t they terrific.
Oh, just you wait, all my friends with wee little ones. You think it’s tough now.
I wish that I could wish myself back in time and freeze myself there. I’d go back to being 23. Back before I met my ex. So, before kids. I’d take the money my grandfather left me. I’d pack up my little white Honda Civic and hightail it to California with my friend, Anna.
Although, I’d probably be in the same situation with kids as I am now only, with a different baby daddy. But, on the plus side, I’d be somewhere warm and sunny and perhaps with better child support. Not this mess of Michigan shit.
Anyways, that’s what’s happening in my neck of the woods. Just rolling with the punches. What’s happening in yours?