Things that make you go, "Hmmmm?"

A recent conversation I heard at the grocery store: (in the juice aisle)

Boy: Let's get this one
Girl: Uh, noo. Why would we get it at 2 for $5.00 when we could get one for $2.69?



My fortune cookie:










Not sure if everyone would agree with this one. Perhaps? Hmmm.



Move over Alfred Hitchcock:

When I drive home from work, there is one intersection that always looks like this.









Why this one intersection? Why so many? This shouldn't be creepy, but darn Hitchcock if he didn't make it downright unnerving.











Texas bumper stickers:

I've made it a habit to store in my memory bumper stickers I see driving around Dallas. They seem to be of a different strain than in California. Here's the latest (seen on a big truck):

"Let's get squirrely."



Getting more than I payed for:

We recently purchased some cat food online. When we opened the box there was something extra.









WEE-WEE pads? Why would they send us WEE-WEE pads? Did someone think, "Huh, let's just throw in some WEE-WEE pads for good measure?" And furthermore, just what am I supposed to do with said WEE-WEE pads? My conscience dictated that I call the place. I left a message saying I got something I didn't pay for, but they never called me back. Do I actually have to spend the money to send back WEE-WEE pads when it was their mistake? WEE-WEE pads? Does anyone need some WEE-WEE pads?

And finally,


Exploring new places:

Found a new road,










Now that is just cool. Something to aspire to, to live on Chevy Chase Ave. Imagine the exterior illumination on that street!

Holy cow I live in Texas!!!!

This is what I say to myself at random times because it's all a little surreal still. But, Texas, here I am. It has been kind of a rough adjustment for me, but things are starting to feel a little more settled now. Of course, I think PMS then a week of the flu conspired to make the transition that much more difficult, but I digress.

Things didn't exactly go smoothly from the beginning. My saint of a brother Matthew can attest to that. Getting here from California was a bit of a chore to say the least. I had already driven Ian down here to live with his Dad while I stayed in San Diego and looked for jobs. I found one quickly, thankfully, but then I faced the task of packing and moving by myself. Lots of wonderful people helped me on my way, and I finally got to moving day. Matthew flew in the night before. The elders quorum showed up in force to help pack the truck. First snag--the rental truck wasn't big enough. We had to go back and get a bigger truck, it ended up being much bigger. But, we finally got everything packed and two wonderful friends stayed up till wee in the morning helping me finish up. They even scattered rose petals around my truck as they left. Oh how I miss them.


(It did not look this happy and organized)





We left early (well, sort of early) the next morning. Matthew drove the rental truck and I drove our Chevy truck with two whining cats in tow. At first things weren't so bad, then--second snag. The rental truck starting emitting dark smoke somewhere in the middle of Arizona (a bad sign) and Matthew pulled over. Long story short, the truck was a no go. We had to call for a tow. Meanwhile, pulled over on the side of the road in the Arizona desert, my poor cats were really not looking so good. I tried to leave the truck on with the AC, but then the truck started to over heat. I was kind of starting to freak out (in a calm way of course) and didn't know what to do. Matthew made the executive decision. I kept going while he waited for the tow truck (for a very long time). So to make a long story even shorter, they ended up having to move our stuff to a different truck and Matthew ended up driving all night long after the swap. We kept going, but in the end we took 3 days instead of two to get to Dallas. Oh I owe my brother big time. As soon as we got to Dallas, I drove him to the airport so he could head off to work. Thank you, Matthew, more than I can say.

(I thought I had pictures on the road, but they're on my cell phone, so sorry.)


Settling in to our new apartment has taken me forever, but I like our new place. It's smaller, so storage solutions have become increasingly creative (found one up high for the cats). It's nice and cozy though and we have a great view out back. One downside is the electric stove. I'm so used to a gas stove I struggle with that one. I've had to air out the apartment at least three times so far cooking dinner. Live and learn--eventually. (Pictures to come, when it's just a little cleaner.)


As for my job, well, that's probably been the hardest transition of all. I loved my job in San Diego. I loved my coworkers and everything was so comfortable. Here's some shots of my goodbye party--I miss them so much!






Anyway, I'm kind of back down at the bottom of the totem pole and have to work my way back up again. I have to cover at two different hospitals in the same health system to be able to get hours and I have to work every weekend. Blah! I have to assert myself all over again and prove that I really do know what I'm doing. I have felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I suppose that's when growth happens. Sigh.



On a side note, we can wear scrubbs to work here. I've never had that option before. We have to wear a certain color to designate that we are dietitians. Of course, the two hospitals I cover require different colors for their dietitians. I just know I'm going to get mixed up and show up in the wrong color one of these days. I HATE shopping, so the scrubs thing works out well for me I think. I will say it feels weird to look down and see you are wearing turquoise pants to work, but oh well. I felt so energetic the first time I wore them. Wearing pajama bottoms and running shoes at work made me feel like I should be super speedy or do lunges down the hall or something. Don't worry, I just contented myself with walking down the hall really fast instead. Here's me in my super scrubs with my super dietitian binder and wonder calculator.

(I was going for the super hero look, but I think I just look like something smells really bad.)

Things I've noticed so far about Dallas:

-my hair doesn't like it here
-drivers are terrible, really terrible
-pedestrians don't wait for lights
-Greenville (a road) is pronounced "Greenvull"
-Cowboy's jerseys are available with ruffles and sequins

Also, in a two to three block radius of our place there must be at least 5-6 liquor stores and several stores called Condoms to Go and my personal favorite (of store names that is), Condom Sense. On the up side, two, count them two Targets within 5 minutes. Yee haw!

Well that's all for now. I know it's November again, but I really am going to post more now. More to come as I learn about Dallas!












My fellow young women leaders in San Diego felt it was only fitting to send me to Texas with a proper Texas Do. We didn't have a Bump-it so we had to make do with a toilet paper roll. Phew! Now I'll fit in!

IT'S THE END OF NOVEMBER??!!!???

How did this happen?! Is it seriously almost the end of 2008? I'm afraid I've gone back to my old trick of putting the blinders on and trudging forward with whatever life throws at me, only keeping in touch with those that are right in front of my face. Sorry for the extreme neglect of my blog. I'm sure you can imagine the same sorry state of my personal journal. So anywhoo, where to begin? I guess I'll give the extremely shortened, highlights version. It actually should be pretty short since we are really not all that interesting. I must mention, since I spoke of it in a previous post, that I did finally finish organizing my stupid file cabinet, and have even kept it organized these many months and kept the infernal piles at bay! Little Bella was extremely helpful with this process. This is hardly noteworthy news, but an accomplishment for me anyway.

As far as the summer goes, it was mostly spent studying. I studied pretty much every night after work for the CNSC exam, which stands for Certified Nutrition Support Clinician. It is a test for doctors, nurses, and dietitians that certifies that you are specialized in IV nutrition and tube feedings, with all of the associated complications and management concerns. This is useful to me as I pretty much work exclusively in the ICU and it looks good on a resume. Studying was tough, but I really learned a lot and it was all applicable to what I do every day. I got a few study breaks here and there with Ian's family visiting and of course a wonderful visit from my dear sister. The weekend with Jess was definitely my best weekend EVER! We had a blast. She treated me to way more than I deserved and we had so much fun just hanging together. We had a great laugh in the fancy hotel bathroom where you could actually see through the glass to the person next to you. If I had been doing my business next to anyone but my sister I would have been mighty uncomfortable!

So with visits and studying, that pretty much rounded out the summer. I took the actual test mid-September. Then I had to wait 6 weeks for my results. And the verdict was.......Ta Da!!! I Passed!!!! I actually did pretty well on the test and was super happy to be done with it. I'm now certified for five years. Yea!! So now I've been super busy at work and have actually been recently promoted to Lead Clinical Dietitian. It sounds more official than it really is, but it will provide some new opportunities and learning experiences for me. In fact, my manager will be leaving for maternity leave in a few months, and I will be filling in during her absence. I can't imagine how I'm going to fill her shoes, but I'm sure the experience of trying to do just that will be good for me. Now that I have a new position at work, I feel it is a good time to get some new work clothes. I asked Ian his opinion on the matter and he very wisely agreed that some new work clothes were definitely in order.

Other than that, there is really not much of interest to report. After my test, I've spent the months trying to catch back up on the rest of my life (obviously haven't caught up so well as you can tell by my blog). I made a long to-do list after my test that I'm afraid I'm still working on. The problem is I keep starting over on the first three items: clean, laundry, grocery shopping. I never seem to get to the rest of the list once I get home from work and get those things done! It is so darn frustrating! I love to imagine a day where I actually do everything I mean to, exercise, go to work, make dinner, practice violin, study scriptures, do some project around home--meanwhile keeping everything clean and laundry done and folded. Oh will there ever be such a day? I despair of it ever occurring. I'm afraid my motivation begins to dwindle about the time I hit the snooze button for the third time. Aaach! Save me from myself and my to-do list! Oh the frustration!

As for Ian, since I'm sure you're wondering, he is doing pretty well. He's still a bit underweight, but he's up over thirty pounds from his lowest, which is a huge improvement. He's still riding the same old roller coaster with health concerns, just different hills, but he manages well and is working full time and keeping very busy.

So now the official kick-off of holiday season begins and we're gearing up for the big Turkey day at our apartment. We are so grateful for the blessings we have, especially for each other and our families. I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope you come back and visit the blog again. I'm determined to be a better correspondent! Love to all. I'm finally going to bed now. I've got stuff to do tomorrow....er today.

Hmmmmm

That's me trying to think of something to blog about. Yep, you heard it here first, we are officially BORING! Ok so let me give you the update. Me--well I work. Yep, I think that's about it. Ok, so I am trying to get in a little more running again finally, and though violin has slipped horribly down on the priority scale, I'm still trying I guess. Oh, and I think I'm entering the third month or so in my saga of trying to reorganize my file cabinet. My shredder can only take so much you know. We both get overheated very quickly. Enough about me. As for Ian, he is doing pretty darn good. He is up about 25 pounds or so from his lowest point and making progress. He's working again and eating real food which is certainly a plus! All in all I'd say life is about normal, well normal for us anyway. How uninteresting is that!

So I will say a little about this weekend. Some of you may know about the U.S. Open? That big golf tournament right? Yeah, I know nothing about golf, but anyway, the Open is happening just down the road from us. Everyone is all abuzz about it. We went out to dinner on Friday and saw all these people in their cool golf hats that had obviously just come off the golf course. They were all in town just for the big event. When we were leaving the restaurant there was a large group of them out front visiting. As we passed them I got the strongest urge to yell:

"I live here! I live here! Hah, hah! You all have to fly here to visit Torrey Pines, but I can go whenever I want to. I'm not a tourist, I live here!"

(We live in an apartment next to the building with the green roof.)

Rest assured that I did not actually make this announcement out loud, but I do have to say that I am incredibly fortunate to live in a place that so many people like to visit. Yeah, it can be crowded and the houses are built entirely too close together, but you can't beat the weather and the ocean, well, it's the ocean! We are truly very lucky. So come visit family! We live in San Diego!

40 Days and (a few less) Nights

Hospital days that is. Ian just got home last night from another 11 days in our nearby Scripps "health spa" rounding it out for an even 40 days total over the past month and a half. 40 days, 4 admissions, 3 surgeries, 3 different PICC lines for IV nutrition, 6 units of blood, 2 units of fresh frozen plasma, 2 ER visits, who knows how many pokes and prods, and I sure hope he is done for a while! This last visit was related to a problem with his pancreas that was caused by an antibiotic he was prescribed. (Or that's their theory anyway.) Ian has been a real trooper and though his weight dropped even more while in the hospital, he is on the way back up and doing much better. I'll be home from work just a little longer to make sure he stays on the road to recovery. He is back doing IV nutrition at night but eating during the day. He is now also on an appetite stimulant and an anabolic steroid to really get him gaining weight again. With 24 hour nutrition and some "juice," I think we are finally "gonna PUMP, [clap], him up!"

The bright spot in the last week and a half was the visit from my Dad and Shelley. They visited with Ian of course, then whisked me away for most of a day and took me shopping, fed me, and got me out in the sun for a while. It was so good to be with them, and though I felt sorry that Ian couldn't have such a break, it sure was refreshing for me at least. Thanks Dad and Shelley!

Now today, with Ian home, I just can't stop smiling when I see him eating or going through the pantry looking for snacks, lugging around the IV bag on his shoulder. With all the encouragement he gets to eat and chew his food well (so it doesn't get stuck in his intestine), I find myself doing the same. Hey, I help any way I can. Here's hoping for a ravenous husband and days of normalcy ahead!

Whoo-Hoo!!!!!

Ian is home at last! He has been home three days and so far so good. He's up walking around and eating solid food again. He's got a lot of recovering to do, but he's making great progress. I still get to play nurse with dressing changes and making sure he gets his meds, but no more IV's at least. We're so relieved to have him home! Thanks again for all the well wishes. Another 40 pounds or so and we can post pictures of Ian again! We'll keep you updated on his progress.

Update: Best of Three?

Well the saga continues I'm afraid. Here's a quick run-down of what's going on with Ian. I told you that he was initially in the hospital for a week to drain an infection and received blood transfusions. Then we were home for a brief respite with him on IV nutrition. He then went back into the hospital for the colon removal. His surgery went well and he was in the hospital for five days getting his pain under control and gradually moving up to a solid diet. We went home, but were only there 2 days when Ian's pain suddenly became worse and his belly looked much more swollen. We went back to the ER and Ian was admitted to drain some fluid from his abdomen and have a tube put into his stomach through his nose to drain his gut. We then were in "wait and see" mode for a while to see if his gut would start working again. They also restarted the IV nutrition. Then his pain got bad again and they had to take him to the OR in the evening over the weekend. They had to remove some scar tissue and untwist his small intestine. They also had to scrub out his abdominal incision and culture the wound. Now his wound cultures have come back positive for a resistant strain of bacteria. So as of yesterday he was starting treatment for this most recent infection and was receiving more blood to help with his anemia, continuing on the IV nutrition and still unable to eat or drink. Whew! I think that's mostly the gist of it! My heart aches for Ian in all that he has suffered, but I hope that things will improve soon. In all of this I must remain grateful for my dear husband, my wonderful family, good friends that do more for me than I do for them, good insurance, a good surgeon, and a good workplace that misses me but also lets me have plenty of time off. We continue to hope and pray for positive progress and to have Ian home again soon. Thanks to you all for your continued thoughts and prayers!