I'm Kind of a Big Deal
I'm just so full of awesome that I had to get some of it out.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007
You know when you read the paper and you see something bad that happens to a kid, and you're all, where were those parents? Why in the world was that kid ___________ ? I admit, I do have human feelings too, where I feel badly for these people, but my foremost thoughts are "MAN, those parents are stupid!" You do it too, you know you do.



Until it happens to you.



Those of you who "know" me know that my daughter is somewhat un-graceful, so we have had our share of stitches/CT scans/Xrays/buying the value pack of band-aids.



But, and I'll get to it in a minute, my son has always been the cheap kid. I have no outstanding medical bills on this boy. For example, when I took him in for his kindergarten screening and immunizations when he turned 5, I had to RE-Fill out all the paperwork because it had been TWO AND A HALF YEARS since he had been to the doctor. That's my boy. He doesn't ever get sick or hurt. I like to take credit... it was all the breastfeeding and coddling.



OK, here's the story in its entirety.

My sweet 10 year old boy leaves for school after the rest of us are gone. My daughter's bus picks her up right outside where I work, so she and I had left around 7 am. My husband leaves the house around 7 also to go to school (electrician program) in a city an hour away. My son rides his bike to a friend's house and then they ride their bikes to school, which is about 8 blocks away. So, at 7:30 my son comes in to my work, which is 5 blocks from home, and he says he locked the house and forgot his backpack. I give him my housekey. He retrieves his backpack and rides to school.

Now cut to 3:30. I go across town to pick up my daughter, and we go home. I remember I don't have a key to the house, because my son has it. His school was just getting out, so I told Jarikah that we would drive down by the school and find him to get the key, then meet him at home. We drive and drive, and didn't see him. We went back home, and he's still not there. Jarikah says, you didn't go the way HE goes. So we go back, it's 3:40 now. We are driving towards the school and Jarikah says, is he wearing a black shirt, I say yes, she says he's there, on that street. So I turn and go in the direction she sees him. We watch him turn the corner onto a busier street. Two blocks of driving later, I turn onto that busy street. Jarikah says, "There he is Mom." I look and see his bike in the road. Oh, I say, he must have fallen down. Seriously, it ONLY occurs to me that he wiped out his bike. I pull over and run over to him. As I'm making my way over to him, this woman is running past me on her cell phone, and I hear her saying the address of where we are and she says this: A LITTLE BOY HAS JUST BEEN HIT BY A CAR. I'm like where? Oh, FUCK. That's when I freaked the fuck out.



I ran over to him, and just fell into the grass on someone's lawn, at this fairly busy street, right at high traffic time. My sweet boy keeps trying to hug me, saying over and over, I'm ok mom. I'm ok. The nice lady keeps saying no, lay down, don't get up. Don't move. I hear the lady still on the phone, saying, no, no blood, he does have this bulge in his stomach, I don't know. The nurse in me takes over. I ask Jarikah to hold his head still. He's as white as a ghost, maybe a little green. I ask him if he hit his head. No. I ask him if he can move his arms and legs. They move. I ask him if his back or neck hurts. No again. The lady who was driving the car that hit my little boy was there, she's hugging me. I told her I'm not mad at her. At some point someone asks, who are you, I say his mom. The lady on the phone says, his mom is here. Suddenly there is a crowd, and I'm aware that all the people in all the cars are watching us, too. I'm holding my son's new shoe which was thrown off, I guess when he was hit. My son keeps talking, assuring me he's ok. I am crying. I say, I knew this would happen, this is my worst nightmare. Finally the ambulance and police show up. Jesus, they send a lot of cars to this sort of thing. They take over, holding his head still, asking him lots of questions, mostly the same ones I already asked. There are police, taking statements, handing out clipboards.
No one says anything to me. I say, I need to call my husband, I can't call my husband, he'll be home in a half an hour, I need to call my mom. Someone hands me their phone, because mine is in the car. I call my mom at work, she freaks out even though I told her not to. She hangs up. A nice policewoman tells me she will take my son's mangled bike home if I can't get it into the x-terra. I say it will fit. I will take it. She follows me to the car and puts the bike in. I walk back to the "scene" where they are logrolling my baby boy onto a backboard. He's not scared. He's starting to think this is all pretty cool. I can see it in his eyes. I tell him not to be scared anyway. Someone hands me DJ's other shoe. I look over. His socks don't match. The bottom of one is blue and the bottom of the other is black. Of course. Today of all days.
Jarikah has his backpack. They put him in the back of the ambulance. Everyone stands on the side of the ambulance. Policemen, EMT's, firemen... all talking, laughing. The girl who hit my son hugs me again, and I again tell her I'm not at all angry with her. She gives me her phone number and begs me to call her and let her know how he is later. She asks if he's going to be ok, I say, well, the EMT's aren't in any hurry, he must be.
The ambulance leaves. I am in my car following them. I get to the hospital and I follow him in. They flurry around him for a few minutes, and decide to do a few x-rays and a few CT scans... the doctor says I'm confident that he is perfectly fine, but lets do these tests, just to be sure. I know two of the nurses, they both hug me, and I'm holding up pretty well. DJ is strapped to the backboard, with a neck brace, a head roll, and lots of straps keeping him from even blinking, I think. He's laughing and jokes with the x-ray girls, one of whom was my best friend all through high school, but she married my high school sweetheart, so we're only sort of friends now. Weird. DJ tells her: "I swear I didn't hit my head. I'll show you. What's 7 times 5, 35. See?" I laugh really hard from outside the room.
My mom shows up and kisses him and I assure her that he is ok. Jarikah keeps hugging him and pushing his hair off his forehead, I think, they'll be fighting again tomorrow. I guess my mom called my husband, he shows up. I didn't think he'd be home yet, I tell him. He takes it all so well, and is just talking and joking with my boy. He tells me and DJ, you won't be riding your bike again for a long time. Probably never.
He hugs me because I need him to. He always knows that. Jarikah comes back from the waiting room and now I hear there is a crowd in the waiting room. My mom returns with two bags of funyuns or whatever because DJ requested them. Doctor comes back and tells us the X-Ray was negative, neck uninjured, and takes him off the backboard, unties, unstraps him, sits him up. He eats the funyuns. Dan goes out and gets him a cherry coke. He drinks that.
We go down for CT scan, with and without contrast. He loves the huge machine and says he can't wait to tell his friends about it. I secretly thank god. over and over.
An hour of waiting later, CT comes back, no trauma to his abdomen. All his organs are fine. The bulge on his stomach was caused by his handlebars, and is now gone.
His only real injuries: a half inch scratch on his left elbow, a half inch scratch on his left knee, a two inch abrasion to his back, and his mommy's heart hurts.
I stayed home from work today, and kept him home from school, mostly because I don't believe that he is really uninjured. But he is.

Thank God. Thank God, Thank God, Thank God.

Posted by some girl at 8/22/2007 03:50:00 AM | 6 comments
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
There is definitely too much to try to update in one post.

What I really need from you all is to go here: www.myspace.com/prayforbella

It just keeps getting worse. Every day.

If anyone can think of ways to make her page more visible, let me know how.

Posted by some girl at 8/14/2007 05:26:00 AM | 0 comments
Monday, June 18, 2007
Did you enjoy how I just dropped that little bomb about my sister's baby?

Go ahead, make funny comments, cuz I sure have.

I've said it before: I don't make this shit up.

Posted by some girl at 6/18/2007 01:43:00 PM | 1 comments
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Well, guys, I'm here. I have such a hard time getting on this freaking blogger to post. I don't like to post if anyone is home cuz they will read it. I hate that. So, I have no time.

So much is going on. My brother's baby (Isabella) was in Children's Mercy for 24 days last month. She is now on her 5th trip there, and is going to be sent home (in TWO MONTHS) with a tracheostomy and ventilator. She is still on oxygen and a feeding tube, but is unable to breathe properly. Her CO2 level in her body keeps rising to dangerous levels.


The doctors think that if she is able to go home on the vent then eventually she will gain weight. She will be six months old on the 23rd and weighs 8.5 lbs. She is freaking TINY. But when she feels good, all she does is smile and play. She is very special and we all love her so much.

My little sister finally had her baby on May 2nd. Oh, check out these two pictures:



The first picture is my sister and her boyfriend. The second one is their baby. Do you guys notice anything strange about this?

We did too. She wasn't going to tell us until my mom called her when she was getting ready to leave the hospital and told her she wasn't fooling anyone. She finally admitted that it was possible it was someone else's baby.

Posted by some girl at 6/17/2007 07:15:00 PM | 6 comments
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Your Celebrity Boob Twin:
Carmen Electra
Who's" Your Celebrity Boob Twin?


HaHa!

Posted by some girl at 4/08/2007 05:15:00 PM | 3 comments
Sunday, March 18, 2007

Sorry about not posting and leaving you all hanging. I've been extremely busy lately. Every day off I have had has been busy running up to KC to visit my brother, sis-in-law and the precious baby, who is doing pretty good now.

She was in the hospital 17 days total, and just came home this last week. She's still on a feeding tube, but her heart is doing exactly what it should be doing.

I wish I had time for a long post, but I'll leave you with this:



Posted by some girl at 3/18/2007 06:06:00 PM | 5 comments
Friday, February 09, 2007

This is me.
As you can clearly see, the stress fairy has paid a visit, and took a huge, stinking dump on top of me.
Out of the flippin blue on Wednesday afternoon, my boss was fired. Just like that. It would seem that would be a good thing, but she was my friend, too. Her desk actually touches my desk, so it's safe to say that we worked closely together. She was very easy to get along with and always complimentary, to everyone. The major problem with her was she was too soft on the employees. She may be a bit mentally unstable, but, hey, who isn't?
Thursday morning, I was made co-director of nursing, instead of just Assistant DON, like I had previously enjoyed. It was nice of the management to ask me like I had a choice, but I suspect there wasn't really a "no" option. Oh, yes, it's a step up, but I liked my position before, I had all the authority and none of the accountability. See, that works for me because I'm not a natural leader- I never wanted to be a leader. I just sat at my desk, did my job, and went home. If I felt like reprimanding someone, I did, and if I didn't feel like it, I just left it up to my boss.
The girl who is Co-DON with me is the daughter-in-law of the company's owners. It's kind of a long story, but we have a "sister facility" that she has been running for several years. She is kind of taking over and changing everything. I think she knew I wasn't very happy about her being there, and I feel like we may have had a rocky first day together. She is a very take-charge kind of person and is a little intimidating to me. But what I love about her is her ability to get things DONE, like right now. She is fearless. I just wish I could be like her. Maybe I will be someday.
I do have updates on my neice. She will be having her heart-repairing surgery on the 27th of this month. She is slooooowly gaining weight, and is now on a NG tube for feedings, so she won't tire herself out with all the sucking. If she coughs or cries, she turns blue. She is now 6 weeks old and is so alert, looking around, smiling, cooing, and is just generally precious. She seems to be mentally normal. This is the most important observation, because her genetic testing shows that she has a chromosomal deletion. (22q11 if anyone wants to know.) What this means is she has Di George Syndrome. There are many possible defects with this syndrome, and everyone has different combinations. There is a high possibility that she will have mild mental retardation. She doesn't have any of the facial characteristics, except maybe the small mouth. She may have immunity problems, but most of the things she may or may not have won't be fully known until she's older.
My main defense mechanism is to just not think about it. I don't think it's working. I may have to take up drinking heavily.

Posted by some girl at 2/09/2007 01:40:00 PM | 3 comments