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!

Dinner is served!

Well I had thought after my last blog that I would be posting some pictures from my trip to Utah, however the trip turned out to be a little short! Instead, I figured many of you may be interested in our recent goings on, so I will fill you in. I arrived in Utah a week ago Wednesday. I got to visit for a little more than 24 hours before I had to turn around Thursday and rush home. Ian's health had unfortunately deteriorated once more, and he was admitted to the hospital that Thursday. Boy did that put new meaning to the phrase, "I'm packing my bags, 'cause I'm goin' on a guilt trip!" He was admitted for an infection related to his Crohn's and also ended up having some major bleeding from his colon. May I just say here how deflating it is as a dietitian to have his admitting diagnoses also include malnutrition? Oh the irony! But anyhoo, to make a long story short, Ian had a long week in the hospital, but after a number of blood transfusions and a quick drainage of his infection in the OR, he got to come home on Wednesday of this past week. I've been home with him making sure he gets all his meds around the clock and hooking up his nutrition that runs through his IV line every night. The up side? I have a week's worth of meals for Ian in my fridge:

(Doesn't that look good? I just slaved and slaved. )

He can't eat solid food anymore because his colon looks like this:

So we head back to the hospital this coming Tuesday and Ian will be having the left side of his colon removed. If all goes well he should be in the hospital just about another week. He then will eventually be going back for more surgery in about 3 months or so depending on how things heal. We are praying and are optimistic that all of this will make his life much better and that it may offer a somewhat more permanent solution to his health problems. So to share what has become our favorite quote over the last week or so, "We will just wait and see!" Thanks to you all for your love and concern. It is deeply felt. Oh, and just so there's a more uplifting picture than the last one, here's one of our kitties who are taking great advantage of the comfy set up we've got going for Ian in the living room. Love to you all!

Snow anyone?

So I've decided I just can't take anymore if these sunny days and ocean breezes, so I'm coming to Utah to freeze my patootey off! Anyone want to go skiing near the end of February?

A Night for Nostalgia

This last Thursday I got to have the most wonderful evening. I had the privilege of going to see violinist Pinchas Zukerman in concert with the San Diego Symphony and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra (from London). I had been looking forward to the evening since I bought tickets in October. Zukerman has been my most favorite violinist since I first started playing. There is just something special in the way he plays. The sweetness he can coax out of a violin is incomparable and he makes it look effortless to boot. He is so much fun to watch! The last time I saw him in concert was when I was nine. Mom and Dad had given me tickets on my ninth birthday to see him play with the Utah Symphony. So to put it simply, this was a really big deal to me! It made me really excited and nostalgic all at once, and I have to thank my sweet husband for going with me and patiently smiling at all the right times when a little flick of the hand or bow made me especially excited. We got all dressed up and to add to the nostalgic theme, I pulled out my Mom's beautiful Pendleton coat I hadn't brought myself to wear since her passing, and we headed to symphony hall. We had great seats where I could easily see everything he was doing and the balance was perfect. The concert was just amazing. Pinchas played and conducted Beethoven's violin concerto and the two combined orchestras played Beethoven's Fifth, conducted by Pinchas Zukerman. His musicianship is incredible (he barely looked at the score for the symphony), and he seems to be very humble. He seems almost shy when accepting the applause. I do feel the need to mention the nice gentlemen sitting beside me for the concert. Picture a Santa-looking fellow, with beard and all, dressed very casually in black pants and a grey sweatshirt. He was also wearing a Jamaica style beanie cap with a large button pinned on it that read "Hot Chicks Dig Obama." As the concert began I unfortunately also happened to notice this man's feet. He was wearing those Indian-looking flip-flop sandals that have the jewels all over them (definitely feminine-looking I might add) and his toe nails were painted turquoise! What's more, he's apparently an authority on Beethoven, or so he led me to believe with his few comments during intermission. I think I said something like, "Huh" when he dazzled us with his Beethoven trivia. He also kept grunting during the concert. I considered looking his way during the concerto to see if he was breathing okay, but decided against it. He made it through the whole thing, so I guess he was okay. All in all though, it was an absolutely wonderful evening and I'm so so glad that I got to go and that I was able to spend it with Ian. Good music is good for the soul!

A little side note, I finally bought myself a new violin case after years of complaining about my old one! Yea! It's so pretty and you can even turn it into a backpack if you want. I feel so cool, now I just need somewhere to go!

(Do you like the crooked pictures in the background? That's my idea of decorating.)

Finally

Ok, so I finally read Twilight this week. I always come at these "must-read" types very late because I like to pretend that I came upon them myself, not that I'm jumping on the band wagon (doesn't make much sense I know, but whatever). I know I'm among fans, so I must tread carefully, but I have to say I was kind of over it by the middle of the book. I mean, yeah, of course I was hooked and all and couldn't put it down, yada, yada, but I found it all just a little over the top for my taste. I mean, did we really need to be reminded that often how gorgeous Edward was? It was almost like the book was saying, "Are you imagining Edward now? Well you're not imagining him good enough!" And I also have to admit that I just didn't find Bella's character to be unusual or complex enough to have been the love interest of Edward after almost a hundred years. (By the way, we named our new kitten Bella a while back, having no idea that was Stephenie Meyer's heroine. I'm a bit bitter by that!). Anyway, yes, I enjoyed it, but I was fine when it was over too. Are the next two worth it? What do ya think?

Blah.

Do you ever feel that way? Just blah? I can't really describe it much better than that. It's that plugging along bit of life that just really gets to you sometimes, you know? At times I feel like I'm trudging through this mud pit from which one just can't escape. Then sometimes you feel a little lighter and think maybe you're coming out of the mud, then you look back and find you've left your shoe behind you back in the quagmire somewhere. Is there a grassy meadow ahead? Perhaps I'm just tired; perhaps I'm just up way too late--perhaps I just need a slobbery kiss from one of my nieces or nephews and hugs from my brothers and sister? Anyhoo, just felt I needed to make my presence known again in blogging land. Still here, feeling blah, but still here. In any case, I will trudge on, nay, I will triumph!

Life is...normal

Well I'm back finally. I feel I have been out of the blog-o-sphere forever. I've just been catching up on some blogs and figured mine needed some updating. So the firestorm is over I suppose and life for us is pretty much back to normal. I do say that with some guilt, however, because I know there are so many people in our area who won't be able to say that for a very long time. Other than a long work week, a little less sleep than normal (which isn't much anyway), and realizing that we really need to clean out our closets so we can find our most valued treasures, our lives were pitifully little changed by the firestorm. I can only be grateful that we are safe and don't have to deal with the headache of property loss. Now we are starting to hear all the sad and touching stories related to all of the fires. I liked one story I heard this morning. Apparently a policeman who was getting ready to head up to the fire area was stopped on the street by a homeless man. The man asked if the policeman was going to the fires. When the policeman replied that he was, the homeless man handed the policeman his tent. A very meaningful gesture I thought. The closest effect of the fires that we felt personally was that the property of Ian's former boss was severly damaged and some of his animals were killed. It was very sad. It will definitely be a long recovery for many in our area.

Not to detract from the previous subject at all, but I must mention one little incident to end on a lighter note. There is actually one casualty of the last couple of weeks that I must report. Sadly, our trusted friend, the good old "Hoover Soft & Light" has sucked her last suck.

(By the way, being the traditonalist that I am, the fact that it is called a "soft & light" makes it female in my book. You may argue amongst yourselves if you disagree.) She was a good little vacuum that served us well. Hailing from the Logan Walmart, she cost us just $45 in the first year of our marriage. Now 8 years later she has sucked faithfully from Logan all the way to San Diego. Her last effort was in vacuuming almost the entire apartment, giving out just before she could get to the last corners of the kitchen. But alas, she did not go quietly. I was just vacuuming along, when the stench of burning rubber became decidely more pronounced. I put my face right down close to take a look into her depths, and yes, I saw sparks. That's when she exploded. Fearing for the safety of my scarless visage, I nearly jumped out of my skin and not wanting to touch the moaning vacuum I ran to the outlet and unplugged the vacuum, and then stood rooted to the spot with my eyes bulging and my heart racing. This is when Ian came running from the office.

"What was that?"

"The vacuum."

"What did you vacuum up?"

"Nothing. It exploded."

"Huh. It smells in here."

So guess what we bought at Walmart last weekend?