Wish me luck everyone. Tough week ahead!
Feeling great and not sick this week! Success.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
On The Road- The Book
Sleepless nights, and days filled with doctors appointments and tests. I am thankful for my Mobile devices where I can read books while I wait.
I am reading "On The Road". This book thus far reminds me of someone dear to me whom I love very much. I wish I could tell this person to read this.
These are thoughts thus far and some from critics that I found online:
Split into four sections, each consecutive one involving a different road trip with more details and a shorter time-span, I found myself also becoming consecutively more involved as the book went on. The first section I found, unfortunately, tedious and little more than a listing of things he did and places he went. There was throughout, of course, the occasional poetic and insightful passage, but they were few and far between and not really worth the effort to find. The most unfortunate flaw of the novel is that it is actually quite uninteresting. It would have made an intriguing (and bearable) novella, but its length feels frustratingly unjustified.
"The text was less rebellious, and more restraint. It is not forward-looking, but nostalgic. Kerouac's memoirs are a sort of nostalgia for a disappearing era. And the characters, really, are hardly rebels. Instead they drift from place to place seeking excitement, only to find the same dull existence in each setting." In the second half of the book Sal begins to grow tired of the road, and of Dean, as he sees more and more of the same. Also, Sal often feels content to be a spectator rather than a participant, watching the antics of others from a safe distance. Truly, the men are misfits. In this way they were unique, disenfranchised maybe, but they were not rebelling against anything. Mostly they get drunk and try to get laid in a familiar fraternity style. The characters are lonely and insecure, not hipsters or nonconformists. Their journey is about a search for stability, not spontaneity. These are not criticisms of the novel, but merely observations, and are actually the elements that make story interesting.
I dont love the writing style, but it is an interesting read.
What do you think?
I am reading "On The Road". This book thus far reminds me of someone dear to me whom I love very much. I wish I could tell this person to read this.
These are thoughts thus far and some from critics that I found online:
Split into four sections, each consecutive one involving a different road trip with more details and a shorter time-span, I found myself also becoming consecutively more involved as the book went on. The first section I found, unfortunately, tedious and little more than a listing of things he did and places he went. There was throughout, of course, the occasional poetic and insightful passage, but they were few and far between and not really worth the effort to find. The most unfortunate flaw of the novel is that it is actually quite uninteresting. It would have made an intriguing (and bearable) novella, but its length feels frustratingly unjustified.
"The text was less rebellious, and more restraint. It is not forward-looking, but nostalgic. Kerouac's memoirs are a sort of nostalgia for a disappearing era. And the characters, really, are hardly rebels. Instead they drift from place to place seeking excitement, only to find the same dull existence in each setting." In the second half of the book Sal begins to grow tired of the road, and of Dean, as he sees more and more of the same. Also, Sal often feels content to be a spectator rather than a participant, watching the antics of others from a safe distance. Truly, the men are misfits. In this way they were unique, disenfranchised maybe, but they were not rebelling against anything. Mostly they get drunk and try to get laid in a familiar fraternity style. The characters are lonely and insecure, not hipsters or nonconformists. Their journey is about a search for stability, not spontaneity. These are not criticisms of the novel, but merely observations, and are actually the elements that make story interesting.
I dont love the writing style, but it is an interesting read.
What do you think?
Monday, June 20, 2011
My Little Hazel Eyed Red-ish Curly Hair Cutey
My little Hazel eye, curly top brownish reddish hair pumpkin may be a Star!. Her picture is being submitted for Parents Magazine and Baby Gap. The photographer that I use for her shots submitter her pictures and I got an email to have her in a photo shoot!. I knew she was cute- but this is too much!.
A good end of a day where I needed to be at the doctors to receive IV and anti biotics.
One good news- my legs have never been skinnier. Heck, I have never been skinnier in my life.. I dont know if I like this look.
and I need to discuss about wigs. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny.
A good end of a day where I needed to be at the doctors to receive IV and anti biotics.
One good news- my legs have never been skinnier. Heck, I have never been skinnier in my life.. I dont know if I like this look.
and I need to discuss about wigs. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny.
Update- Biopsy
I am scheduled for a biopsy this week for a potential growth doctors found in another part of my body. Potentially this damn thing may have spread to other parts of my body.. *great*. Nature is playing a dirty trick on me. :-)
With me luck. this is supposed to be a painful one.
With me luck. this is supposed to be a painful one.
The Love of a Mother
"The Love of a Mother". I never understood that sentence. But having a child now, I understand. I would feel the same if my child was adopted or my own. But the love of a child is a love like no other. No lover, no parent, no friend, nothing will compare the love you have for your child.
"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."
Author: Agatha Christie
This has been the hardest year of my life. Some of my own doing and some is that mother nature is playing a nasty joke on me. Friends have disappeared, loves have faded, luckily some friends have stuck around and have been an enormous support. My family, of course, with the unconditional love that knows no boundaries. But what I feel overwhelmingly is the love for my child.
I cannot wait to adopt one or two more children once (and if) I get well. I have found so much joy in spending time with Eliana. The joy is immeasurable. Those that have chosen not to share in the moments with me and Eliana are losing a lot. We are not the losers, they are. Eliana is an amazing, extraordinary little girl that is slowly bringing me back to life. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."
Author: Agatha Christie
This has been the hardest year of my life. Some of my own doing and some is that mother nature is playing a nasty joke on me. Friends have disappeared, loves have faded, luckily some friends have stuck around and have been an enormous support. My family, of course, with the unconditional love that knows no boundaries. But what I feel overwhelmingly is the love for my child.
I cannot wait to adopt one or two more children once (and if) I get well. I have found so much joy in spending time with Eliana. The joy is immeasurable. Those that have chosen not to share in the moments with me and Eliana are losing a lot. We are not the losers, they are. Eliana is an amazing, extraordinary little girl that is slowly bringing me back to life. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Another Painful Night and my dear friend "Lolita"
Another painful day, another painful night. I went to the doctor on Friday and was told that my massive infection had spread to my bladder and kidney. I feel lightheaded, exhausted, fatigued and dizzy. I did not go to work and spent most of the day at the doctors office. The doctor put a catheter up my urethra and helped me release some of the bent up urine. It hurt so much, but felt so much relief at the same time.
I came home and attempted to go about my normal business. When I needed to urinate, it would remind me how raw and engorged my insides were and how much pain I was in. Needless to say, I did not sleep a wink last night from the pain inside of my body. I did, however, got my hands on the books I am reading and dove right into "Lolita" once again.
Chapter 1. “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta. The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap at three on the teeth: Lo-li-ta.”
A critic of "Lolita" Wrote: "The first thing he does is make us feel words in our bodies, and especially in the mouth and in the tongue, in that very sensuous way. So, that’s the first thing that his style does for us: it makes us align ourselves--in the way that some of you were talking about earlier--not just to identify our minds with the point of view of this particular person, this particular character, but actually to move your body, and to feel something bodily that he wants you to feel, to share that sensuous experience with him."
Amazing, right? An excerpt of the book:
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did. Indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved one summer a certain initial girlchild in a princedom by the sea. Oh, when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs--the misinformed simple noble-winged seraphs--envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
I love it. I am diving into this book with the little passion that is left in me. I need something to hold and grasp.. for now, it's just books.
I came home and attempted to go about my normal business. When I needed to urinate, it would remind me how raw and engorged my insides were and how much pain I was in. Needless to say, I did not sleep a wink last night from the pain inside of my body. I did, however, got my hands on the books I am reading and dove right into "Lolita" once again.
Chapter 1. “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta. The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap at three on the teeth: Lo-li-ta.”
A critic of "Lolita" Wrote: "The first thing he does is make us feel words in our bodies, and especially in the mouth and in the tongue, in that very sensuous way. So, that’s the first thing that his style does for us: it makes us align ourselves--in the way that some of you were talking about earlier--not just to identify our minds with the point of view of this particular person, this particular character, but actually to move your body, and to feel something bodily that he wants you to feel, to share that sensuous experience with him."
Amazing, right? An excerpt of the book:
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did. Indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved one summer a certain initial girlchild in a princedom by the sea. Oh, when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs--the misinformed simple noble-winged seraphs--envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
I love it. I am diving into this book with the little passion that is left in me. I need something to hold and grasp.. for now, it's just books.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Online Courses
So I am stuck indoors more than I would like since I scared my family half to death after my Thursday debacle. I also have a massive kidney infection so I have substantial lower back pain.
My friend Monica told me about these online courses that yale offers, so that gave me the idea of taking online courses to entertain, educate, and enlight myself. I am getting sick of browsing amazon to find interesting books.
I checked out the online class she is taking and it seems to interesting. They are currently reading Lolita,which I must say it's one of my favorite books bc of the way it's written. I am dusting off my copy of Lolita and will begin re-reading it this weekend.
My other friend also told me about the MIT online courses and I signed up for a Political Science course called: "THE POLITICS OF FINANCIAL GLOBAL RELATIONS" It seems like its something I must have taken in undergrad there, but I cant remember what I read in undergrad anyway. The readings seem very interesting. I am picking them up this weekend as my fun summer reading. Yes,that's what I said, my fun summer reading.
my first reading:
Rogoff, Kenneth. "International Institutions for Reducing Global Financial Instability." National Bureau of Economic Research Working Paper 7265 (July 1999).
I welcome anyone that wants to read them along with me to discuss. It would be nice to have someone other than myself to talk about these books.
My friend Monica told me about these online courses that yale offers, so that gave me the idea of taking online courses to entertain, educate, and enlight myself. I am getting sick of browsing amazon to find interesting books.
I checked out the online class she is taking and it seems to interesting. They are currently reading Lolita,which I must say it's one of my favorite books bc of the way it's written. I am dusting off my copy of Lolita and will begin re-reading it this weekend.
My other friend also told me about the MIT online courses and I signed up for a Political Science course called: "THE POLITICS OF FINANCIAL GLOBAL RELATIONS" It seems like its something I must have taken in undergrad there, but I cant remember what I read in undergrad anyway. The readings seem very interesting. I am picking them up this weekend as my fun summer reading. Yes,that's what I said, my fun summer reading.
my first reading:
Rogoff, Kenneth. "International Institutions for Reducing Global Financial Instability." National Bureau of Economic Research Working Paper 7265 (July 1999).
I welcome anyone that wants to read them along with me to discuss. It would be nice to have someone other than myself to talk about these books.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
DC Best City To Raise A Family
My Parents (Yes you guys!) keep on insisting that I should move back home to Miami and be with family through this whole ordeal. While it does sound tempting to move back home and be taken care of, I think that if I move back home it would be worse for me in the long run. For one, I would feel defeated, as if I am incapable of working, going through treatment, and taking care of a child. Second, there are no jobs back home where I could work and earn some money, and lastly, DC is such a great place to be around with a small child. I am not the only one who thinks that"
DC ranked #1 best city in the US to raise a family.
http://wtop.com/?nid=41&sid=2423610
I dont know what the future holds and I hope I do not get sicker and need to stop working and require full time help. I will cross that bridge when it happens (hopefully it will not!). In the meantime, I am doing ok and I enjoy going home to Miami once a month.. the best of both worlds!.
Esther is moving to DC and now we are all up here in the DC area... HINT HINT.
DC ranked #1 best city in the US to raise a family.
http://wtop.com/?nid=41&sid=2423610
I dont know what the future holds and I hope I do not get sicker and need to stop working and require full time help. I will cross that bridge when it happens (hopefully it will not!). In the meantime, I am doing ok and I enjoy going home to Miami once a month.. the best of both worlds!.
Esther is moving to DC and now we are all up here in the DC area... HINT HINT.
Monday, June 13, 2011
While I am sick and idle
For you guys that know me, you know I cant sit still. Not-for-a-second. I am sick with a cold, a sinus infection, and a massive kidney/bladder/everything inside of you infection. As you also saw from my last post, I am also suffering from depression and the I-fell-sorry-for-myself syndrome.
No more! I say to myself today. I cannot feel sorry for myself one minute longer. I should devour every book I can get my hands on and devote my energy to a multiple of things: 1) Eliana, 2)Eliana, 3) reading books, 4) online non profit work- my new and old charitable passions, 5) more reading 6) Eliana. :-)
For my reading, I have been reading some out-of-the beaten-path books that I wanted to share with you all:
Permanent Midnight by Jerry Stahl: As someone who’s never taken a single drug in her life, it’s pretty amazing how many junkie memoirs I’ve devoured. Maybe I have a junkie memoir problem? Jerry Stahl’s is one of the best, because he’s a writer first and foremost. Follow him as he goes from Hustler to writing scripts for Moonlighting, while death spiraling through a narcotic cautionary tale that will make your hair fall out. Added bonus: He was the head writer on the cult classic Alf, so next time you see a clip, remember that all that dialogue was written by a man strung out into near-psychosis. It makes so much more sense!
Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson: If that book cover isn’t enough to convince you to check this out, what is? Robert Anton Wilson (RAW to his fans and followers) was an icon of brain-altering philosophies, and his writing has lost zero of its power over time. The headline here is that Prometheus Rising is about meta-programming your own mind. The subheads are many. You’ll feel altered.
Raging Bull: My Story by Jake LaMotta: When Robert DeNiro read Raging Bull on the set of The Godfather Part II, it affected him so much he nagged Martin Scorsese for years before convincing him to adapt it to film. DeNiro’s assessment of it was dead-on: While the writing is simplistic, LaMotta’s raw humanity and violent intensity are unforgettable. You can get books galore on boxing technique, the business, the interference of organized crime, but LaMotta’s book is about the life and mind of a man who brawls like an animal for the entertainment of others.
The Singularity Is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology by Ray Kurzweil: Hm, this one is a little hard to blurb. Let’s say this: Kurzweil is the world’s most optimistic mad scientist. In this expansive book, he argues that humankind, with its massive advances in nanotechnology, genetics, robotics and more, is reaching a kind of maximum knowledge — a “singularity” — at which point we can merge our biology with our science to completely transform the human race. This isn’t blurbing well, is it?
Happy Reading! Fiction coming up soon. Chat with me about books if you want to chat.
No more! I say to myself today. I cannot feel sorry for myself one minute longer. I should devour every book I can get my hands on and devote my energy to a multiple of things: 1) Eliana, 2)Eliana, 3) reading books, 4) online non profit work- my new and old charitable passions, 5) more reading 6) Eliana. :-)
For my reading, I have been reading some out-of-the beaten-path books that I wanted to share with you all:
Permanent Midnight by Jerry Stahl: As someone who’s never taken a single drug in her life, it’s pretty amazing how many junkie memoirs I’ve devoured. Maybe I have a junkie memoir problem? Jerry Stahl’s is one of the best, because he’s a writer first and foremost. Follow him as he goes from Hustler to writing scripts for Moonlighting, while death spiraling through a narcotic cautionary tale that will make your hair fall out. Added bonus: He was the head writer on the cult classic Alf, so next time you see a clip, remember that all that dialogue was written by a man strung out into near-psychosis. It makes so much more sense!
Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson: If that book cover isn’t enough to convince you to check this out, what is? Robert Anton Wilson (RAW to his fans and followers) was an icon of brain-altering philosophies, and his writing has lost zero of its power over time. The headline here is that Prometheus Rising is about meta-programming your own mind. The subheads are many. You’ll feel altered.
Raging Bull: My Story by Jake LaMotta: When Robert DeNiro read Raging Bull on the set of The Godfather Part II, it affected him so much he nagged Martin Scorsese for years before convincing him to adapt it to film. DeNiro’s assessment of it was dead-on: While the writing is simplistic, LaMotta’s raw humanity and violent intensity are unforgettable. You can get books galore on boxing technique, the business, the interference of organized crime, but LaMotta’s book is about the life and mind of a man who brawls like an animal for the entertainment of others.
The Singularity Is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology by Ray Kurzweil: Hm, this one is a little hard to blurb. Let’s say this: Kurzweil is the world’s most optimistic mad scientist. In this expansive book, he argues that humankind, with its massive advances in nanotechnology, genetics, robotics and more, is reaching a kind of maximum knowledge — a “singularity” — at which point we can merge our biology with our science to completely transform the human race. This isn’t blurbing well, is it?
Happy Reading! Fiction coming up soon. Chat with me about books if you want to chat.
Update
I missed my doctors appointments on Friday and now have to reschedule my second opinion. After the incident on Thursday, I have to start taking care of myself better. I spent the weekend sick and resting. I am having a hard time peeing, so I also think it's time to see the urologist again. I dont catch a break. I hope to reschedule my appointments this week and have some solid idea of what is to come in the next month or so.
For now, my surgery remains scheduled for July 1.
I need a vacation.. I shall dream of Bora Bora.
For now, my surgery remains scheduled for July 1.
I need a vacation.. I shall dream of Bora Bora.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Emergency Room Madness-Part T wo
When I pull my head up and look around I find myself surrounded by sheer madness: Fire trucks, people all over the place, and DCFP busting the window of my Toyota Prius and asking if we are allright. I respond: "huh? Yeah, I am fine". I look back at Eliana and she is cheerfully talking to herself via her mirror placed directly in front of her carseat. I unluck the car and step out of the vehicle. "I must have passed out" I said. "How long were you out you think?" asks the Fireman? "I have no idea", I relied. I was a little dazed and confused and did not know what was going on.
Within a few minutes the ambulance pulled up and a lovely woman stepped out and asks if we are allright. "We found the mother and child locked in the car" said the fireman to the EMT woman. "How long were you out, ma'm" the EMT asks. "I am not sure, but not very long" I relied. IT was all so surreal. I was asked to follow the EMT lady and walk towards the ambulance. When the doors of the ambulance opens I step inside. Steam came out of the inside of the ambulance. "excuse the ambulance" said the EMT lady, "DC has not fixed the AC units in the ambulances. This ambulance has no AC." No AC? I think I am safer staying next to my car then stepping inside a non air conditioned ambulance!.
The EMT took basic vitals of me and Eliana. I had unusually low blood pressure and the EMT decided it was best that we be transported to the hospital. Eliana's vitals were perfect, thank goodness.
I asked the DCFP to please fetch Eliana's carseat and stroller and to please lock my car. "dont worry ma'm, we will take your car and park in the a garage. Call the Fire department and they will let you know where we have left the vehicle." "ok, thanks," I said. "I very much appreciate all you have done."
I step into the ambulance with Eliana and it feels like a furnace in there. I lay on the stretcher and put Eliana on my lap. "wow, it's hot in here", I say. "Yes, it's crazy hot in this ambulance" the EMT lady responds. Eliana truly enjoyed her ambulance ride- she was laughing and giggling the entire ride. She either liked the ride or all the instruments that the fireman was playing with.
We arrive at the hospital and I was escorted to a nurse's station where I was examined. I had unusually low blood pressure, was dehydrated and needed fluids and electrolytes. I guess I must have suffered some heat ehaustion or something similar. I was give an IV of something to elevate my blood pressure, electrolytes and some fluids. Eliana sat next to me on my lap playing with a stetoscope. We were there for 4 hours until the doctor felt that I was ok to head home.
My brother met us back at the house and he stayed the night with us to make sure that we were safe and I felt better. Due to my condition, the doctors wanted to make sure that my vitals were good and that I felt better before I was sent home.
Yes, I know. This was a close call. I scared my family half to death. Heck! I scared myself to death. i was very embarrassed by the whole ordeal and I am so grateful that it was nothing serious. This could have had a much more tragic ending. I know now to take it easy and to take it slow.
My brother and I spent most of the day today calling the Toyota dealership and ordering the window that needs replacing.
I hope I dont have another story like this to tell you all.
Moral of the story: dont overdo it!.
Within a few minutes the ambulance pulled up and a lovely woman stepped out and asks if we are allright. "We found the mother and child locked in the car" said the fireman to the EMT woman. "How long were you out, ma'm" the EMT asks. "I am not sure, but not very long" I relied. IT was all so surreal. I was asked to follow the EMT lady and walk towards the ambulance. When the doors of the ambulance opens I step inside. Steam came out of the inside of the ambulance. "excuse the ambulance" said the EMT lady, "DC has not fixed the AC units in the ambulances. This ambulance has no AC." No AC? I think I am safer staying next to my car then stepping inside a non air conditioned ambulance!.
The EMT took basic vitals of me and Eliana. I had unusually low blood pressure and the EMT decided it was best that we be transported to the hospital. Eliana's vitals were perfect, thank goodness.
I asked the DCFP to please fetch Eliana's carseat and stroller and to please lock my car. "dont worry ma'm, we will take your car and park in the a garage. Call the Fire department and they will let you know where we have left the vehicle." "ok, thanks," I said. "I very much appreciate all you have done."
I step into the ambulance with Eliana and it feels like a furnace in there. I lay on the stretcher and put Eliana on my lap. "wow, it's hot in here", I say. "Yes, it's crazy hot in this ambulance" the EMT lady responds. Eliana truly enjoyed her ambulance ride- she was laughing and giggling the entire ride. She either liked the ride or all the instruments that the fireman was playing with.
We arrive at the hospital and I was escorted to a nurse's station where I was examined. I had unusually low blood pressure, was dehydrated and needed fluids and electrolytes. I guess I must have suffered some heat ehaustion or something similar. I was give an IV of something to elevate my blood pressure, electrolytes and some fluids. Eliana sat next to me on my lap playing with a stetoscope. We were there for 4 hours until the doctor felt that I was ok to head home.
My brother met us back at the house and he stayed the night with us to make sure that we were safe and I felt better. Due to my condition, the doctors wanted to make sure that my vitals were good and that I felt better before I was sent home.
Yes, I know. This was a close call. I scared my family half to death. Heck! I scared myself to death. i was very embarrassed by the whole ordeal and I am so grateful that it was nothing serious. This could have had a much more tragic ending. I know now to take it easy and to take it slow.
My brother and I spent most of the day today calling the Toyota dealership and ordering the window that needs replacing.
I hope I dont have another story like this to tell you all.
Moral of the story: dont overdo it!.
Emergency Room Madness-
Last night, I spent the evening in the emergency room. I would think it's a funny story, if it had not had happened to me. All is ok now, my poor car has a broken window and my family is a little shaken up by it all.. but we are allright. Here is what happened:
After a week and a half of being healthy, I woke up yesterday morning feeling like crap. I was sick again. My bones ache and I felt as if I was coming down with the flu. I was furious and upset.. How could I only have at most two weeks of health before catching something again. I am so careful and I try to stay out of crowded places and sick people. But I have to go to work and interact with people.
So the day begun.... Eliana also has a little bit of the sniffles, but that may be due to teething.
After changing, feeding, and playing with Eliana, we got in our car and went to run errands. I remembered that Eliana needed water for her bottles and I needed some toilettres. I was still so upset that I got sick that I spent about one hour with my mother complaining and crying because I never catch a break. My mother suggested that I take Theraflu daytime and head straight home to rest.
After running another errand, Eliana and I go to CVS and purchase water, theraflu, candy, chocolate, toilet paper and toothpaste. I load everything in the car, including Eliana and we head home.
I drop off my things from CVS and go meet my friend for lunch whom I had lunch plans with. I was feeling crappy and was upset- overall having a very bad day and I thought having lunch with a friend would cheer me up. We had a lovely lunch and Eliana behaved very well.
I forgot to mention that yesterday DC was having record high heats of 102 degrees and with humidity at almost 100.. it felt like a swamp. now back to the lunch.
We say goodbye to our friend and head back home. I tried to put Eliana down for a nap so I could rest, but she just wanted to play and be held. sometime in the middle of the afternoon she finally decides to take a nap and I start to unwind. I pick up her room and put toys away and other things and heat up water to brew some theraflu. I take my theraflu and lay next to Eliana while she naps.
My mom calls to ask how I am feeling and I tell her that I feel a little weak, tired, cranky, and overall blah. We chat about other things and my mother overhears Eliana complaining about something. Eliana is up! my mother says,.. We say goodbye, I hang up, and I pick up Eliana from her nap. Eliana seemed hungry so we head to the kitchen to make her a bottle.
I look for her formula.. where is the formula.. oh oh, I forgot we ran out of Similac and I only bought the water for her bottle. I cant believe I forgot the formula! Eliana needs formula for her nightly bottle.
Reluctantly, I pick up my keys, purse, eliana's diaper bag, and carseat and we head to the car. I have to make a run to cvs again to pick up formula.. no biggie right?
I get in the car and it feels like 120 degrees in there.. humid and hot. I strapped Eliana in her carseat, lock the doors, turned on the engine and began to drive. We didnt get very far. At the corner of 7th and E I began to feel dizzy so I pull over and park the car.
the next thing i remember was the Fire department breaking the window of my car...
to be continued....
After a week and a half of being healthy, I woke up yesterday morning feeling like crap. I was sick again. My bones ache and I felt as if I was coming down with the flu. I was furious and upset.. How could I only have at most two weeks of health before catching something again. I am so careful and I try to stay out of crowded places and sick people. But I have to go to work and interact with people.
So the day begun.... Eliana also has a little bit of the sniffles, but that may be due to teething.
After changing, feeding, and playing with Eliana, we got in our car and went to run errands. I remembered that Eliana needed water for her bottles and I needed some toilettres. I was still so upset that I got sick that I spent about one hour with my mother complaining and crying because I never catch a break. My mother suggested that I take Theraflu daytime and head straight home to rest.
After running another errand, Eliana and I go to CVS and purchase water, theraflu, candy, chocolate, toilet paper and toothpaste. I load everything in the car, including Eliana and we head home.
I drop off my things from CVS and go meet my friend for lunch whom I had lunch plans with. I was feeling crappy and was upset- overall having a very bad day and I thought having lunch with a friend would cheer me up. We had a lovely lunch and Eliana behaved very well.
I forgot to mention that yesterday DC was having record high heats of 102 degrees and with humidity at almost 100.. it felt like a swamp. now back to the lunch.
We say goodbye to our friend and head back home. I tried to put Eliana down for a nap so I could rest, but she just wanted to play and be held. sometime in the middle of the afternoon she finally decides to take a nap and I start to unwind. I pick up her room and put toys away and other things and heat up water to brew some theraflu. I take my theraflu and lay next to Eliana while she naps.
My mom calls to ask how I am feeling and I tell her that I feel a little weak, tired, cranky, and overall blah. We chat about other things and my mother overhears Eliana complaining about something. Eliana is up! my mother says,.. We say goodbye, I hang up, and I pick up Eliana from her nap. Eliana seemed hungry so we head to the kitchen to make her a bottle.
I look for her formula.. where is the formula.. oh oh, I forgot we ran out of Similac and I only bought the water for her bottle. I cant believe I forgot the formula! Eliana needs formula for her nightly bottle.
Reluctantly, I pick up my keys, purse, eliana's diaper bag, and carseat and we head to the car. I have to make a run to cvs again to pick up formula.. no biggie right?
I get in the car and it feels like 120 degrees in there.. humid and hot. I strapped Eliana in her carseat, lock the doors, turned on the engine and began to drive. We didnt get very far. At the corner of 7th and E I began to feel dizzy so I pull over and park the car.
the next thing i remember was the Fire department breaking the window of my car...
to be continued....
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Race For the Cure
Race for the Cure was a huge success. I walked with a group of strong women who have or are currently battling this ugly disease. I was exhausted towards the end, but so happy to have walked in solidarity with so many wonderful people.
Through this struggle, I have met and become friends with some amazing people who have given me so much!.
We must continue and fight on.
One second opinion down- one to go!.
Through this struggle, I have met and become friends with some amazing people who have given me so much!.
We must continue and fight on.
One second opinion down- one to go!.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
UPDATE
Update:
My oncologist believes I am ready for surgery. This is great news.. it means: Surgery and then a few rounds of chemo plus treatment and I should slowly begin my recooperation. I cannot wait.
I met with the surgeon last week and he gave me lots of options with regards to surgery methods, etc. He also gave me the run down of possible complications, side effects etc. There are lots of possible complications so I will be having 2 second opinions. I am making appointments for second opinions now and hopefully will have a clearer view of what is to come soon.
As always, I am a nervous wreck, but keep chin up.
This week I feel great! I have not caught anything and am ready for the Race for the Cure Run this Saturday June 4th. If you are in the DC area, I encourage you to attend. What else do you have to do on a Saturday am at 8am? Sleeping is for when you are dead!.. remember that!
My oncologist believes I am ready for surgery. This is great news.. it means: Surgery and then a few rounds of chemo plus treatment and I should slowly begin my recooperation. I cannot wait.
I met with the surgeon last week and he gave me lots of options with regards to surgery methods, etc. He also gave me the run down of possible complications, side effects etc. There are lots of possible complications so I will be having 2 second opinions. I am making appointments for second opinions now and hopefully will have a clearer view of what is to come soon.
As always, I am a nervous wreck, but keep chin up.
This week I feel great! I have not caught anything and am ready for the Race for the Cure Run this Saturday June 4th. If you are in the DC area, I encourage you to attend. What else do you have to do on a Saturday am at 8am? Sleeping is for when you are dead!.. remember that!
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