Hear hear, eye eye

J's surgery last Friday went off without a hitch. (Note to self: Find out if it's wrong to laugh heartily at your child, stoned off her gourd and talking nonsense, while under the influence of medication.) To say her hearing has improved would be an understatement; now let's just hope we've seen the last of the ear infections.

This past Sunday found me at the emergency room...for which child you ask? Neither. For moi.

I had been battling (what I thought was) a sinus headache for a few days. I saw the ENT at J's pre-op appointment last Thursday and he scoped my sinuses, declaring them clear and saw no indication of why I'd been getting the headaches.

Fast forward to this past Sunday and I woke up with what may well have been the worst pain I've ever experienced...this from a gal who's birthed two babies from her 'underneefy bits' (with epidurals and all, but still). The headache got so bad, I had to go to the ER. It physically hurt to move my eyes, I was nauseous, it felt like a steel band was squeezing around my head at eye-level. I was miserable.

So, the ER...talk about a clusterfuck. Apparently, the new MO at my local ER is that you get triaged, preliminarily treated, sent back to waiting, treated some more, sent back to waiting, maybe get assigned to an ER bay, and then ultimately be discharged or admitted. In my case, this meant that I got triaged and temporarily assigned a bed while they inserted an IV, then was told to go back out and sit in the waiting room (with the heplock in my arm) for the next person to come get me (for a CT scan) about a half-hour later. Got scanned, then was returned to the waiting room yet again before being called back about a half-hour later and assigned to a bed/bay in the actual ER. There went 7 hours of my life I can't get back.

Long story short...migraine. First one ever. Relief was not immediate; in fact, I still have some lingering 'eye' pain today that is slowly tapering off. I hope/pray/cross my fingers/sacrifice small animals imagine that it will finally leave sometime in the next day or so.

There is one interesting factor that coincided with this migraine. Back last week, A and I bought a new memory foam mattress topper in an effort to make our bed softer. We let it air out for a day and then put it on our bed last Monday (the 18th). I woke up the following morning with a slight headache of the sinus variety, or so I thought. That headache plagued me off and on all week long until I was finally convinced (on Sunday morning) that the link between the onset of the topper and my headache was too strong to be coincidental. The ER docs think it may be very possible as well.

I promptly pulled that bitch off the bed, had A roll it up and stuff it back in its box (no small feat since it came vacuum-packed), and I returned it to C0stc0 today. I couldn't get it out of the house fast enough.

Now, if only I can get rid of this slight lingering headache; it too cannot be gone fast enough.

Rain, rain go away

It has been raining here since Monday evening. I'm talking deluge after deluge. The rain gauge in my yard maxes out at 8 inches--it has been full to the brim all week so no telling exactly how much rain has fallen here. It has to be at least a foot to a foot-and-a-half, if not more. The yard is like a small lake with at least 4-6 inches of standing water covering about a-third to a-half of the acre and a quarter we call home.

We need the rain, that much is for sure. Alas, the lack of blue sky can get a girl kinda down and that is where I'm at lately. Add to that the fact that I have had an incredibly painful sinus headache off-and-on (more on than off), along with a low-grade (99-100 degree) fever for the past 3 days, and I'm one unhappy camper.

J goes for her pre-op consultation this afternoon and I've managed to tag myself onto her appointment time so the ENT will check my sinuses after checking out the mini. Wouldn't you know it though, my sinus pain seems to be letting up today.

As of right now, she is scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. I've managed so far not to think about it very much, for--if I do--I'm liable to freak the fuck right out. Please keep her in your good thoughts. Even though it's a minor procedure (ear tube insertion and adenoid removal) in the grand scheme of things, she's still my baby, and I'm still worried.

Perhaps the sun will return tomorrow, to take the gloomy edge off....

It's official...

My big girl is SO not a baby any more. Tonight, I saw that her last two remaining baby teeth (the second molars) have come in. Sigh. She's got a full set of choppers in that mouth, at least until they start falling out in a couple of years' time.

I think even she realizes the truth these days.... The other day, she turned to me and said, "Mommy, I'm not a baby any more."

I replied, "Yes, it's true you're not a baby any more, but you'll always be my baby no matter how big you get."

Her reply?

"Yes."

Truer words were never spoken.