>Reconstruction, Column Do-Over, Passover & losing my mind

>I really don’t even know where to begin.  Everything is just wonky.  Let’s start with the Porch.
I thought the guys did a good job, Bill however, was livid.  The south column, was cracked and not where he wanted it.  Not to worry though, I just spoke with the guy who did the job, and he will be here in about 1 1/2 hours to fix it. 
Moving on.
Went to the doctor yesterday and he pretty much threw his hands up and said, “I cannot fix this and I would be afraid to try.”  Nice.  So he is sending me to an OB/GYN surgeon who specializes in this sort of reconstruction.  I was a bit surprised when I learned who this specialist is.  It was my OB/GYN that delivered Aden and Evan.  Well, he didn’t actually deliver Evan, he was out of town that week, but anyway.  He is the doctor who, because I had so many issues, told me that if I got pregnant again, he wouldn’t see me.  I was to much of a liability risk.  No Shit Sherlock! There is a reason why Doctor’s are required to carry malpractice insurance.  I was amazed that I even got an appointment with him.  I really like him, and have tried several times in the last couple of years to get in to see him.  But, getting an appointment with him is like trying to get an audience with the pope.  Actually, it would probably be easier to get in to see the Pope 🙂
So, I go and see him Monday at the hospital.  Apparently, it is enough of an issue that he’ll see me.  Now, I like this doctor, the one I am seeing Monday.  But, I had alot of issues with Staph infections after the surgeries up in St. Joseph.  2 staph infections after Aden and 5, yes 5 different stains of staph after Evan.  That last one required an almost 3 week hospital stay. 1 of those infections was MRSA.  Now I know that the doctor himself doesn’t give you the staph infections, its the hospital.  And I really don’t want to go through that again.  So, I would rather not have to have the surgery in St. Joseph.  But, I don’t know if this doctor has surgery privileges at the hospital here in town.  I didn’t get a staph infection after this last surgery, so apparently its a cleaner hospital.
I know that I shouldn’t focus on it, but it just really sucks, and I can’t come up with a backup plan for this, should anything else go wrong. 
I won’t know until Monday, whats going to happen.
It could be a fairly easy fix and he can do it Monday with a few quick stitches.  Or, it may be that I have to be sliced open again so they can completely re-build the cuff.  That is supposed to require a hospital stay, but that is not going to happen, I will not stay. The biggest problem would be the recovery from yet another surgery.  having another surgery this quickly would not be a good thing.  I think I should stop worrying about it for now.  It is what it is and I am sure it will work out.
I got the mammogram scheduled for Friday morning.  I am not looking forward to being squished, but it will be good to even if its nothing to have a baseline before I turn 40. 
But I must say, I am getting really sick of being felt up lol. Well, being felt up by people who I don’t want to be feeling me up 🙂
Bill is pretty disappointed to!  I really feel for him.  We just got the go ahead to get friendly and now he’s cut off again.  Poor guy.
Friday night, we are heading up Bill’s mom’s for Passover dinner.  I think this year, to save myself the headache and the whining, I’ll feed the boys before we go. That way they don’t think they are going to starve to death, waiting on the actual food.  Dinner isn’t suppose to start until sunset, but she’s going to start about 6pm because otherwise the boys pass out at the table.  Usually they only make it till about 8:30 pm before they start nodding off.  Hopefully this year we can wind it up by 10pm.  No brisket this year 😦  But we do get the chicken liver which is all I care about 🙂  I think she is making chicken this year. 
I should probably get off here and go shut the dog in the boys room before the guys show up.  Sam was NOT a happy camper when they were here before and I was sure she was going to break the door down.  Mama of course didn’t care.  I’ll post the before and after pictures in a few days.  The historical society is coming up tomorrow with their architect to check out what they did and to drop of the paperwork for the roofer to fill out about the gingerbread and cornices. 
Ah, The Fun just never ends 🙂

>Holiday Hell

>The Holidays.  That wonderful time of year where Families get together and share in the joy of the season.  Stores play delightful Holiday music to get everyone in the mood to buy more crap. 

I must admit I do like the holidays- usually.  Mostly I like the food. Pumpkin Pie, vegetable stuffing, ham, Brisket with tons of gravy…oh and latkas. Oh how I love latkas with sour cream and chives, and my mother-in-law’s brisket.  But not this year.

This year I can’t eat any of the stuff I want- well at least on Thanksgiving- Hanukkah & Christmas are yet to be determined.  I guess I’ll find out on the 29th.

So yesterday I spent 2 1/2 hours wrapping presents because I don’t know if I’ll be able to wrap anything after the 29th- because I don’t know what exactly the doctor will.  This brings me to the conclusion that I am in fact a control freak. (So everyone else is right, I should stop denying it.) I need to have a plan, I must know what to expect so that I can plan.  I am very big on having a plan of action.  I can’t plan, I don’t know what is going to happen so I can’t plan.  It is driving me crazy.  I hate not knowing what is going on.  Should I plan on making latkas the first night of Hanukkah?  (which is the 1st of December)  or will I still be in the hospital.  For that matter will I miss Hanukkah with Bill’s family on Friday?   What about Christmas?  I always do Christmas (what with not being Jewish and all- it just makes sense- Bill’s family isn’t going to do it).  Will I be able to?  Will I be a raging, hormonal, menopausal mess?  Or maybe I will be fine?  How am I going to take care of the boys next week?  Even if he doesn’t do the big surgery and just looks around a bit, I will still have stitches and be out of it for a couple of days, that’s extremely dangerous around my boys.  I can’t sit down around when the are awake.  Ah so you wonder if I say that, how am I writing this??? simple- they are eating- that always keeps them in one place for about 10-15 minutes. 

But on the bright side- I should get a good nap on the 29th.  I just hope I don’t start blabbing away at the doctor again.

When he did the scope, apparently when I was waking up I told him that even though he was an asshole I loved him anyway.  He is an asshole, but like Dr. House- he is a great doctor.  Not so good looking, not so cool, but funny in an asshole sort of way. 🙂 

I am babbling but, isn’t that what the Internet is for? 

I am disappointed that I won’t get to see my uncle for at least one holiday.  I would also really like to see my brother and meet his family, but since the price of plane tickets seems to be going up not down I don’t think that will be possible for some time.  It would be really nice.  My brother, it seems has grow up to be a really cool guy, who married a really cool lady and together they made really cool, very cute kids!.

Someday, I am sure. 

Well, I am off to do laundry, cleaning, chasing the boys,  get to the library, mail out various holiday cards, get everything organized just in case I am out of commission for 8 weeks.  I hate not knowing almost as much as I hate surgery, I know…. control freak.  Could be worse 🙂