i've never done one of the little questionnaire blog posts before. kind of a good day to do it since i'm 1) hungover and dying from exhaustion 2) still at work at 4:20 on a friday and 3) i neeeeeeeed to be better about posting, and maybe you'll read a little something about me that you don't already have figured out...
i got this little diddy from Charbelle at Ramblings! check out her blog here!
1. If you could eat anything without any health repercussions or guilt, what would your meal be?
right now? i would (and could) eat a giant vat of buffalo chicken dip. the husband and i are attending a GA/FLA party tomorrow, and if there's no buffalo chicken dip present, i might die. this reminds me i must get all of the makings for my favorite bean dip. i'll make a post about the recipe this weekend. it's a nice healthy dip to take to parties to sit among the cream cheese filled deliciousness. no worries, it holds it's own in the delicious department!
2. If you could meet anyone living or dead who would it be and why?
i kind of hate this question. i'd like to meet my great-great-grandmother. my great grandmother used to say that we're similar in one way or another. i'd also love to meet the however-many-times-removed grandmother of mine who was full blooded cherokee indian. she married some irish man, and apparently, it was total dramz!
3. Why did you start blogging and what did you expect when you started?
jen lancaster actually inspired me and EGIS to start blogging. we started around the same time, mine under a different name. then, i started up kindredly and took it public, then decided against that and here we are! when i first started, i expected to become jen lancaster...kidding. sort of.
4. What is the one book you could read over and over again?
Dry by Augusten Burroughs is faboosh. just re-read it again this spring. one of my faves. i feel like i should have a classic thrown in or something, but whatever, i don't. i also loooooved the book by jennifer weiner called Good in Bed..and the sequel, Certain Girls. my personal opinion is that jennifer weiner is one of the better chick-lit writers...i love her.
5. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be?
I'd like to visit the greek isles a la The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. seriously - i just want to jump through my TV. maybe with my new snazzy job, me and the husband can afford to do a trip like that before any kiddos start taking over our lives.....
6. If you could have a TV show on the Food Network, what would it be?
i would never have a show on the food network because me entering the kitchen to do anything other than pour a glass of wine or heat something up in the microwave, is like entering a foreign land. i dunno?
7. What was the best meal you ever had?
Rathbun's, here in atlanta. i had a steak, and i swear i still tasted it the next morning - kind of gross, but actually delicious. me and the hub HAVE GOT to go.
8. Who has been the greatest influence on your love for food and learning to cook?
these questions are really going for the jugular and pointing out all of my flaws... I. DON'T. COOK.
the greatest influence on my love for food is obviously my mom, who introduced it to me and kept me fed my whole life. i also have her to thank for not teaching me how to cook. :) it's all good - the husband's got it all taken care of...
happy friday, folks! hope you have a safe, happy halloween weekend!
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
it's baaaaack
the husband is back in his pitiful state. the kidney stone has reared it's ugly head, so i guess the day he spent kneeled in front of the porcelain god was actually a result of the drugs and not the passing of the stone.
balls. i feel sad. i have no one to participate in weekend shenanigans with at this point. unless the stone navigates to a comfortable position. until then, i guess i'll do my part and play nurse (although, not the sexy kind) until he feels better.
after he spent most of yesterday in the fetal position, i made him an appointment with a urologist. they squeezed him in today, and figured out everything in 25 minutes that we spent two days jimmy jacking around with the primary care doc. there is still no resolution as the urologist recommends a cat scan next tuesday.
they did another ultrasound and told him they saw stones. plural. and a possible blockage. nothing about this sounds fun, so i'm just trying to be superwife and there at his beck and call. so far, so good. it's not too hard when he's passed out 85% of the time.
ugh - wish us luck. 1) we need him to not get sick from the pain meds 2) we need him to not have to use another suppository. i'll just keep that story to myself, but poor guy's traumatized.
balls. i feel sad. i have no one to participate in weekend shenanigans with at this point. unless the stone navigates to a comfortable position. until then, i guess i'll do my part and play nurse (although, not the sexy kind) until he feels better.
after he spent most of yesterday in the fetal position, i made him an appointment with a urologist. they squeezed him in today, and figured out everything in 25 minutes that we spent two days jimmy jacking around with the primary care doc. there is still no resolution as the urologist recommends a cat scan next tuesday.
they did another ultrasound and told him they saw stones. plural. and a possible blockage. nothing about this sounds fun, so i'm just trying to be superwife and there at his beck and call. so far, so good. it's not too hard when he's passed out 85% of the time.
ugh - wish us luck. 1) we need him to not get sick from the pain meds 2) we need him to not have to use another suppository. i'll just keep that story to myself, but poor guy's traumatized.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
stoner
everything's been kind of crazy since tuesday when the husband called me doubled over in pain requesting that i come home.
so far, i've taken two afternoons off work, one morning, and been sleeping with one eye open just waiting for him to shoot out of bed and need to go to the emergency room. just so you know, we still have the kidney stone. thankfully, he's experiencing a period of relief and no pain, so that's good.
on tuesday the doctor said the only thing she could do to help was provide him with a prescription for lortab (yay! drugs!). being a drug free husband, he only took the pill when he was at level 7 out of 10 in pain, and promptly put himself in bed. he woke up at 2:45 wednesday morning in severe pain again and popped another lortab. i left for work wednesday morning only to go home at 2 because he was violently sick from what he thought was the lortab. he popped another pill at 9 a.m. and promptly threw up at 11:30 and continued to throw up for the rest of the day.
my husband sounds like he is in the throes of death when he vomits.
he vomited so violently, that i ended up calling his mother.
conversation with mother in law ::
me :: so, husband has graduated to vomiting. it's really quite violent. yeah, i'm kind of freaked out.
mil :: oh yeah, when he had his last kidney stone, he burst the blood vessels in his face. he looked like he had a rash.
me :: oh. wow.
mil :: yeah, you should probably take him to the emergency room.
me :: hmmm...ok. should i take him to the emergency room while he's nauseated? i mean, i don't want him to have to be nauseous waiting in the e.r.
mil :: what about his doctor?
me :: yes, of course, the doctor.
so, i called the doctor and the doctor told me that yeah, he could be sick from the lortab, or he could be passing the stone.
so i run into the bathroom, slamming the door into his head as he lays totally helpless. "are you in any pain?!?"
...this kidney stone stuff is a bit confusing. he wasn't in any pain; he was only nauseous, and wouldn't he be in major pain if he were passing it?? the doctor told me that either way, he needed to be supervised while he passes the stone. really? i thought people passed kidney stones everyday without supervision from doctors?
i ended up talking her away from that ledge and told her he wasn't in any pain, and he really did not want to go pass his stone in the e.r....at god knows what time. so, she prescribed some anti-nausea suppositories.
fast forward to the pharmacy where the pharmacist at our walgreens is my new bff. he gave me the recommendations for the over the counter anti-nausea meds i purchased on my first trip that the husband immediately threw up. when i picked up the prescribed meds, he said "you know these are suppositories, right?"
me :: [cracking a smile as i kind of know what a suppository is] what again is a suppository?
pharmacist :: it goes up the bottom [also cracking a smile because he's having to explain this to a 28 year old woman and making a putting a plug up something motion with his hand]
me :: ouch!
pharmacist :: they've probably prescribed this because he can't hold a tablet down.
me :: he will go nowhere near this, but thanks!
i laughed (hard) the whole way to the car. i'm five.
i figured since i've been a supportive wife thusfar, i should probably call and warn him about the buttplugs i've just purchased.
me :: hey sweetie. how ya feeling? listen, i just picked up your meds, and you should know they are suppositories.
husband :: [silence]...what are those?
me :: um...well...they um...you insert it into your ass.
husband :: [silence]
me :: i'm sorry! what should i do?
husband :: [panicked] why didn't they give me a pill? isn't there a pill version?
me :: i suppose there might be, but the pharmacist said you probably couldn't keep a tablet down (the pharmacist is the be all, end all here. i was literally a mile from our house at this point)
husband :: [mumbled something i couldn't understand; hangs up]
me :: hello? .....
the husband went nowhere near the suppositories. they are in our fridge, and when i open it, i laugh (because i'm five).
so, the husband pulled it together for the most part, and fell asleep long enough to sleep off the nausea. it worked, and he woke up later last night feeling a little better. i fed him a ginormous breakfast this morning, and he succeeded in keeping it down, and we're on the road to normal...or just waiting out the ticking time bomb that's floating around in his bladder.
now that i've shared too much info, how was your week?
for better for worse, for sicker for poorer
so far, i've taken two afternoons off work, one morning, and been sleeping with one eye open just waiting for him to shoot out of bed and need to go to the emergency room. just so you know, we still have the kidney stone. thankfully, he's experiencing a period of relief and no pain, so that's good.
on tuesday the doctor said the only thing she could do to help was provide him with a prescription for lortab (yay! drugs!). being a drug free husband, he only took the pill when he was at level 7 out of 10 in pain, and promptly put himself in bed. he woke up at 2:45 wednesday morning in severe pain again and popped another lortab. i left for work wednesday morning only to go home at 2 because he was violently sick from what he thought was the lortab. he popped another pill at 9 a.m. and promptly threw up at 11:30 and continued to throw up for the rest of the day.
my husband sounds like he is in the throes of death when he vomits.
he vomited so violently, that i ended up calling his mother.
conversation with mother in law ::
me :: so, husband has graduated to vomiting. it's really quite violent. yeah, i'm kind of freaked out.
mil :: oh yeah, when he had his last kidney stone, he burst the blood vessels in his face. he looked like he had a rash.
me :: oh. wow.
mil :: yeah, you should probably take him to the emergency room.
me :: hmmm...ok. should i take him to the emergency room while he's nauseated? i mean, i don't want him to have to be nauseous waiting in the e.r.
mil :: what about his doctor?
me :: yes, of course, the doctor.
so, i called the doctor and the doctor told me that yeah, he could be sick from the lortab, or he could be passing the stone.
so i run into the bathroom, slamming the door into his head as he lays totally helpless. "are you in any pain?!?"
...this kidney stone stuff is a bit confusing. he wasn't in any pain; he was only nauseous, and wouldn't he be in major pain if he were passing it?? the doctor told me that either way, he needed to be supervised while he passes the stone. really? i thought people passed kidney stones everyday without supervision from doctors?
i ended up talking her away from that ledge and told her he wasn't in any pain, and he really did not want to go pass his stone in the e.r....at god knows what time. so, she prescribed some anti-nausea suppositories.
fast forward to the pharmacy where the pharmacist at our walgreens is my new bff. he gave me the recommendations for the over the counter anti-nausea meds i purchased on my first trip that the husband immediately threw up. when i picked up the prescribed meds, he said "you know these are suppositories, right?"
me :: [cracking a smile as i kind of know what a suppository is] what again is a suppository?
pharmacist :: it goes up the bottom [also cracking a smile because he's having to explain this to a 28 year old woman and making a putting a plug up something motion with his hand]
me :: ouch!
pharmacist :: they've probably prescribed this because he can't hold a tablet down.
me :: he will go nowhere near this, but thanks!
i laughed (hard) the whole way to the car. i'm five.
i figured since i've been a supportive wife thusfar, i should probably call and warn him about the buttplugs i've just purchased.
me :: hey sweetie. how ya feeling? listen, i just picked up your meds, and you should know they are suppositories.
husband :: [silence]...what are those?
me :: um...well...they um...you insert it into your ass.
husband :: [silence]
me :: i'm sorry! what should i do?
husband :: [panicked] why didn't they give me a pill? isn't there a pill version?
me :: i suppose there might be, but the pharmacist said you probably couldn't keep a tablet down (the pharmacist is the be all, end all here. i was literally a mile from our house at this point)
husband :: [mumbled something i couldn't understand; hangs up]
me :: hello? .....
the husband went nowhere near the suppositories. they are in our fridge, and when i open it, i laugh (because i'm five).
so, the husband pulled it together for the most part, and fell asleep long enough to sleep off the nausea. it worked, and he woke up later last night feeling a little better. i fed him a ginormous breakfast this morning, and he succeeded in keeping it down, and we're on the road to normal...or just waiting out the ticking time bomb that's floating around in his bladder.
now that i've shared too much info, how was your week?
for better for worse, for sicker for poorer
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