Sunday, April 06, 2014

Yeah, about that

So, next time I talk about things getting better, remind me to keep my mouth shut.

Two weeks ago tomorrow I was in a car accident on the way to work. I honestly don't remember what happened. I was going to make a left turn and the next thing I knew I was head on with another car. It all happened so fast that no one had time to react. Luckily, no one was critically injured. I was in the hospital until Thursday, requiring surgery on my crushed right foot. From what I understand the gentleman in the other car had a similar injury. I'll be out of work until at least the end of May (pins won't come out for another three weeks at least). Sigh.

Even worse, while I was in the hospital, we lost our sweet Chumley. He was sick. And getting worse. And suffering. So we made the humane yet heart wrenching decision to say good bye. As I'm typing this the tears are streaming down my face. I miss his loud obnoxious meows at 6 am. I miss his cuddling up on the couch with me or begging to go outside. I miss his sweet face. I miss him.

So that is that. I'm going to tempt the universe and fate by saying things can only get better, and hopefully this time someone will make it happen. Because really, I can't handle much more bad.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

It's got to get better, right?

Here we are three months in to the new year and I haven't posted once?!

Sigh. I'm so ambivalent about this thing anymore it isn't even funny. I think I'm mainly staying away because I don't want to be a Debbie downer. Not that things are bad. They just aren't good. Or great. And it always seems to be one thing happening after another.

Let's start with the good. I was promoted at the beginning of February to a position I had already been trained in anyway in a different department. Previously I had been working twice a week in this other department, but the company I work for finally decided to open up a full time position which I jumped at like a frog on a hot plate. It's more regular hours and definitely less stress as I don't have all of the extra projects dumped on me. The fact that I can walk out the door at 5 pm on the dot is a new and exciting one.

The lowering of my stress level came at a good time as my doctor had put me on high blood pressure meds in January. I guess all of the stress and loss of the end of last year finally hit me because I wasn't sleeping well and I had constant issues with a racing heart and headaches. The BP diagnosis caught me off guard. I usually had the opposite problem, low BP like my dad. I've been responding well to the medication but my doctor wants to keep me on it since I haven't lost as much weight as she wants me to. I'd love to drop the weight but that's a struggle I've had for a long time and I think now I need to take a hard look at myself and what I need to do to be healthy.

We are still trying to get pregnant and that's all I'm going to say about that. I'm coping with all of the pregnancy announcements and baby shower invitations as best I can. Mostly just swallowing my sadness as we go another month with no success. I will admit I had a bad breakdown in January when we were in Maryland visiting Will's grandparents. His cousin and his cousin's wife stopped by to announce they were pregnant. I just couldn't handle it and quietly escaped to our bedroom where I bawled. And bawled and bawled some more. Sigh. I felt terrible for acting that way but the sadness and grief I was feeling was just overwhelming and I couldn't fight it. Maybe that was the turning point, I don't know but I've been able to cope a little better with our loss since then. April could be interesting because that was when I was due. April 20th. Now it's just another day.

Thursday is the start of Spring and with it I am hoping with every fiber of my being that it will be the start of something good.

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

A Mess

Today I saw three different people announcing pregnancies on Facebook.

I'm beginning to REALLY hate Facebook.

Truly, I'm happy for all of the new mothers (a college friend had her third child yesterday) and newly pregnant friends. My immediate reaction is less than gracious though. Today I sat in the bathroom for five minutes and cried. I don't want to be like this, but I can't help it. I'm upset that it didn't work out for us. And yes, we've been cleared to start trying again. My doctor doesn't think I'm high risk yet. But I've started wondering what we will do if we get to that point. We can't afford IVF or any other fertility treatments. Someone asked me if we would adopt? I honestly don't have an answer for that because adoption is another pricey endeavor.

But as my dad says, "Let's cross that bridge when we get to it."

Life is otherwise rolling along. We're more settled in to the house and Chumley is on the mend, since it seems like our decision to move somewhere with a backyard has brought out an allergy/asthma issue that wasn't there before. Poor guy spent a few weeks sneezing and coughing like crazy until we got him on an antibiotic. Now he's back to his normal, grumpy, meowing at the top of his lungs self.

Work Lots of projects on my plate. On the plus side, I makes my day go faster.

This month started off on a positive note and I'm hoping that it keeps going that way. I can't handle any more downhill falls.

Saturday, October 19, 2013


Today as we walked through Target I couldn't bring myself to look at at the baby section. As we walked by four aisles of baby necessities, I turned my head toward the books and movies. I just couldn't do it. Seeing all of that stuff was just a reminder of what had been lost just two weeks ago. And I couldn't handle it, so to keep from losing it, I avoided those aisles and quickly moved toward electronics.

It will get easier, right? I won't always avoid anything baby and hide pregnant friends from my Facebook feed, right?

I hope so.

Speaking of things I'm avoiding, tonight is my 20 year high school reunions. I had, and still have, some great friends from high school. Many of the people I still keep in touch with, but I still can't let go of how I was treated by others in my class. I'm pretty sure if I had gone tonight I would have gotten drunk and told a few people off. After all of these years you'd think I would have let it go, but I haven't. If some of the things that I went through then were done now it would be called bullying. But then it was all just considered part of growing up. I do consider myself a stronger more tough version of myself circa 1993. There's something about being around some of those people though that makes me revert back to that time and hope that I can just walk down the hall unnoticed.

Yeah, I'm better off at home tonight watching "Big Bang Theory" and hanging out with my cats. They're better company than some of the people who will be at the reunion tonight anyway.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Plot twist!

There was a meme going around on Facebook a few months ago about when something unexpected in life happens, just yell "Plot Twist!" and go on with life. The plot twisting around here the last two weeks can stop anytime now because frankly, I'm over it.

Let's start with the fact that we bought a house. It's a three bedroom, single floor townhouse about 20 minutes east of where we were living. We've been in the house for two months now and are almost settled in. Almost. There are still bins in the extra bedrooms I'm not quite sure what to do with and we have already replaced the refrigerator and dish washer, but otherwise we're settling in to being homeowners o.k. We still have some work to do like painting and redoing the master bedroom (I don't even want to get in to the questionable decorating choices of the previous owner).

Right before we moved I broke my foot. Let's just say a game of tennis got a little too competitive and I wound up in a walking boot for two weeks. Definitely made life interesting with the move and then a wedding we went to right after. But that is all healed and I'm trying to get back to wearing heels and playing tennis again. Not necessarily at the same time.

The last week has probably been the worst part of this whole "Plot Twist".

I had a miscarriage.

There, I said it. I was pregnant and now I'm not. I found out about the pregnancy the day before we moved in August. I was happy, scared and not quite sure how to handle it. Will I think was terrified. We had been trying, so it wasn't too much of a shock, but still, it was a shock! The next weeks after I was tired a lot, Got nauseous when I didn't eat on a schedule and Tried to eat more healthy. As far as I knew, everything was going great. I had an ultrasound scheduled for Oct 3rd where we would hear the heart beat for the first time and get a better idea of a due date.

Apparently my body had other ideas.

Two Saturdays ago I started spotting. I wasn't concerned at first because my OB said that was normal in the first trimester. Then Monday morning I woke up and the spotting was red. And there was a clot. I called off work and went in to my doctor as soon as they could fit me in. She did blood work and told me after the exam I was still physically where I should be. If the bleeding worsened or I had cramps I was to go to the ER. Things didn't get bad until the day of my original appointment. My OB did an ultrasound in office but wasn't happy with it so she sent me for a more extensive one at an imaging place. By this time I had started cramping. In my head, I knew what was going on.

We were losing the pregnancy.

And that was what my OB confirmed when she called me that night.

I was devastated. I'm not getting any younger (hello 38, I see you peaking around the corner). And I was just getting used to the idea that we were going to be parents. And then life had other plans. I'm almost done with the process of my body cleaning itself out, so I won't need to have a D&C. I'm just very emotional. And angry. And frustrated. And sad when I see friends who are pregnant or just had a child. We'll try again, but I know the clock is ticking.

On the same day the miscarriage was confirmed, I found out my godfather, Uncle Barry, had died. He had either a stroke or massive heart attack and passed away almost instantly. He was a big part of my life. My dad's best friend. I have so many good memories of Christmas parties and birthdays, get togethers at his house. We said good bye to him at a very nice service last Tuesday. If there is any comfort in losing him, it's that he is now reunited with his wife, Aunt Julie who died 13 years ago from cancer.

And as the saying goes, bad things happen in threes. My grandma Verna, at the age of 91, went to heaven on Thursday. She had been declining in health and when she was moved to a nursing home that, at least from what my mom told me, brought her life to an end. I'm sad because she was a great
lady who had a goofy sense of humor and loved her family. Her dementia and eventual Alzheimer's stole her memories and knowing her family. So in the end, she's at least whole again. I will miss her so, so much. We are holding a service on Tuesday to say good bye. I'm choosing to share the good memories, which I hope is how people will remember her.

So yeah, it's been quite a few months of up and down. There has been so much down though, we can only go up. At least that's what I keep telling myself.