Whiz-Dumb Teef

How many of you Lovelies and Dolls have had to get your wisdom teeth out? What was your experience like?

For me, the last 8 years my wisdom teeth have terrorized my poor mouth. They were all impacted and every few months would peek their heads above my gummies and cause me excruciating pain for a while then go underground again. The last 3 years have been full of Mr. Superman and my MIL trying to convince me to actually use my dental insurance and get those suckers removed.

Last week they reared their ugly, pain causing heads again so I bit the bullet and went in. When I say I bit the bullet I mean I realized that in 5 weeks insurance would be GONZO so it was now or never.

After asking some questions and getting the deets and info from fellow Milies, I hit up the MetLife website and located the one and only oral surgeon here in town that was accepting new patients which meant it was the only dude I could go to and called them up. I pulled the "I'm in pain card" on Monday afternoon, got an appointment for Tuesday afternoon and booked my surgery for Thursday afternoon.

Now, I have had a lot of surgeries. I have had a lot of doctors, exams, IV's, medical problems, etc. I have NEVER been even slightly nervous for anything medically related but I was absolutely TERRIFIED! I mean shaking, felt like I was going to puke, crying, anxiety attack, full blown panic and fear mode.

I got called in early and I was freaking out. 

I got taken back and I was freaking out. 

I got sat down and I was freaking out. 

I saw a cute guy in scrubs and I was freaking out. 

I finally met my surgeon and I was still freaking out.

It was happening so fast!

And I remember saying, "This is all happening way too fast!"

I told my doctor, "I don't mind needles but I need a '1, 2, 3' warning" but the next thing I knew I was being stabbed with a fatty needle, tasting something NASTY, and then I was in the car in the Walmart parking lot and then at home.

It was all such a huge blur and went super fast. Apparently, it took 20 minutes to yank all four of those buggers outta my mouth. Too bad recovery hasn't been that fast. I wish! I'm swollen and bruised and I just finally got to eat solid food yesterday which is a really long time for my my fatty self to not have some nomnoms. I never thought I'd be sick of ice cream and pudding and applesauce and mashed potatoes.

From the minute I woke up all I wanted was french fries and my mommy. Only one of those was within 2,000 miles and I'll give you two guesses which one.

If we're being honest I went downhill after halfway through day 2. Friday late night all the way until yesterday around 2 in the afternoon, worse than the four gaping stitched up bleeding holes in my mouth, worse than my swelling, worse than my bruising, my head felt like it was going to explode. I mean I was on the verge of vomiting from that sucker!

Thank Heavens for my incredible Mr. Superman and for my bestie Sammy! Between the two of them, after they got done video taping me and laughing of course, they took good care of me. As tough as it was it could have been a million times worse and we're definitely blessed to have insurance that covered a large chunk of it.

DAY 1

DAY 2

DAY 3

I'll spare y'all pictures from Sunday and today, I look like million dollar baby with bruises all over my face and a barely distinct line from where my jaw connects to my neck. Mr. Superman said it makes me look like I have a large gullet. Nice, huh?

So what were your weekends like?
Anything as fun as mine?!

No More Excuses

I'm not fat.
I never have been fat.

I've had ups and downs in weight but never more than 15 lbs and like I said, even then, I wasn't fat.

I was shapes.

In high school I played basketball and danced.
I was in shape, I had fun, but I still had insecurities.

If only I knew that once I turned 17 my metabolism would go on strike and it would be a struggle from then on to stay healthy. Its a sort of vicious cycle, being out of shape and not having a ton of energy to exercise so staying the same and enjoying my carbs, butter, and sweets.

Well after years of making excuses and only having short spurts of being healthy and in shape, I quite literally have NO MORE EXCUSES.

Its a health thing.

Those who know me know about my HHT and after last year my hematologist told me flat out, I HAD to get in shape and start eating a little healthier. Nothing like a bunch of tumors and failing kidneys to scare you into a lifestyle change.

For me, diets and restrictions FAIL.

Forcing myself to stop eating everything I enjoy and making myself eat a bunch of stuff I don't enjoy FAILS.

Every time.

As of right now I've just cut out soda and most caffeine. I mean, come on, I still gotta have my chai! I am having smaller portions about 5-6 times a day rather than snacking my butt off and then eating way too much of an unhealthy thing once a day. It is super tough because I make sure I am on the same schedule as Mr. Superman. If we aren't mostly synced up on being awake and asleep at the same times, we NEVER see each other. We get in bed between 2 and 4 in the morning and are up by Noon at the latest and he takes off for work about two hours later. Its tough to get a good healthy meal in together and once he's gone and its just me and the puppy, I have a hard time finding motivation to eat healthy meals all on my lonesome. Cold cereal, pepperoni's, Ranch Doritos, and Mac & Cheese are always what seems easiest and yummiest to my tummy.

It stops here though.

Thank heavens for Pinterest because I found simple and easy exercises and workouts that I can do at home that will help me get my shapely butt firmed up and bring my six pack back.

And food? I already LOVE oatmeal and Cream of Wheat. I prefer wheat over white and I adore spinach, avocado, lean chicken and tons of fruits and veggies. Its about moderation and smarter choices.

Tonight for example, I was craving sweets and desserts earlier and instead of eating eggnog ice cream out of the carton, I got creative.

I started out by peeling and chopping an apple, opening a bag of frozen raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, mixing some coconut milk with some vanilla, a tablespoon of heavy cream, and about 3 tablespoons of Cream of Wheat. Oats went at the bottom of my bread pan, I put in the apples and berries, poured the coconut milk mixture over them and covered the top with a ton of whole oats that had been mixed with cinnamon and nutmeg. This amaze-balls concoction got baked at 350 for 30 minutes and is now in my BELLY!

So yummy.

Hopefully soon I'll be a little less shapes and a lot more healthy.

Feel Like Death

Fear not Lovelies, I am alive.
I just FEEL like death.

Surgery went smoothly.
The doctor found more damage than he expected.
We didn't get any good news out of it...
BUT
it went as planned and I came out safe and sound.
Right now, that's what I'm trying to focus on.

I've been hobbling between bed, bathroom, and couch...
Eating a lot of bagels, emptying my DVR, painting and repainting my nails...

I currently can't be without my two heating pads (the dark blue for my back, the light blue for my tummy), my two pillows (memory foam and squishy), ipod, headphones, phone, charger, water bottle, pretzels, and strawberry bon bons.

I can't even begin to tell you how utterly incredible my husband has been and continues to be. Leading up to my surgery, we were both the biggest bunch of cranky butts ever and even though his list of to-do's hasn't lessened, he is just so patient and helpful.

I'm down and out for another 2'ish weeks
So thank heavens for him.
And thanks for the prayers Lovelies.

You Know, Because My Lady Bits Don't Work

I'm having surgery.
Again.
In a few hours.

I wasn't going to tell anyone, then I thought, "You weren't going to tell anyone about your tumors either, but then you did, you got thousands of prayers, and you have amazed doctors" so, I'm telling you.

I'm having surgery.
Again.
In a few hours.
Pray okay?
Not so much for me, because I am honestly, one hundred thousand percent okay, but for Mr. Superman.
He gets nervous.
He sits there.
Alone.
For a minimum of 8 hours.
In uncomfortable hospital chairs, where its cold.
Sure, he has his phone, and his laptop, and his thoughts...
Its those last ones that get him in trouble.
So, pray for him.
Thanks Lovelies.
As always, you're the very best.

Too Bad One Wasn't A Teratoma

Oh my dearest Lovelies, my dreams have been dashed all to bits!
Last week, I received some news.
Some very shocking, unexpected, nearly unbelievable news.

I went in for my incredibly fun, annual scans to check on my tumors rumtos.
My normal dude wasn't there. Boo.

Helga the Horrible (sporting the non-Brooke Shields unibrow) would not be swayed on telling me anything.

ZILCH.ZIP.NADA.BUTKUS.

She must not have been told how things work around there.
I show up, get my scans, make everyone laugh with my incredibly witty wit, and get sneak preview on what the doctor is going to tell me the next day.

Nix the rules.
They are my bladder, kidney, and thyroid gland tumors rumtos, not Helga the Horrible's!
Who is she to make ME, the super Mrs. S. with all my witty wit, wait?
Where was the justice?!
It must have been on a smoke break or something because even when I offered to tweeze her brow for her, she was not impressed.

Maybe I should have offered to take her for a wax?

Either way, that yatch wasn't giving in so I was forced against my will to wait until my appointment with my Doctuh the next day.

My appointments at The Cancer Center are always super duper long and leave me feeling guilty for having a full head of hair. I wasn't feeling particularly stoked about sitting in the Chemo waiting area to get my injections or the lab to get a bazillion vials of blood drawn for my gene testing, or sitting in the other stuffy waiting room that is full of the hissing sounds of oxygen tanks and the click clack of knitting needles, but it really was all unavoidable.

Mr. Superman hates coming back and wandering from area to area with me and I really do not mind just chilling there with my magazines, so he was up in the main lobby as always. Anyway, my amazing doctor comes in holding all my scans with a very furrowed brow line. He reminded me of Helga.

Imagine this in a super thick Indian accent. Well, his part.

"These are very, very clean."
"You mean... I sat really still?"
"No, they are clear."
"I took a good, non-blurry picture?"
"No, you are fine."
"Uuuhhhh..."

"I do not know what you did but all of your tumors are gone."
"Right. Uh huh."
"I am very confused, I have no explanation, medical or otherwise as to why they are gone. The last time I saw you, we had had such an infinitesimal amount of success, I was worried we were going to have to start going at them much more aggressively. They are gone. I am very confused."

By this point, I didn't even know what to say. I was about as stunned as Helga would be if she woke up with her brow shaved off. We talked some more and he kept assuring me he was not joking. He did not purposely admit to patients when he felt stupid or stumped. As I walked out and headed down to labs, I had this overwhelming feeling of just.... WOW. You know, the feeling all of you get when you think about my amazingness.

Anyway, I got one last round of injections to kill off whatever remaining bad cells I have and I don't see him again until JANUARY! I am getting tested for Lupus and a few other things because my blood disorder and the severity it is manifesting itself isn't making sense to him.

Well, just put it on his tab.

We let our parents know but we wanted to just let it sink in.
Its still surreal.
I'm tumor free.

We know what happened.
We didn't do anything.
God did.
He heard the thousands of prayers from all over the U.S. and He answered them.
I don't need medicine or science to explain this.
I do need to say thank you though.
My gratitude and love for all of you and for our families, is just so overwhelming its nearly inexpressible.

Thank You.

Even though I am no longer invaded by nasty little lump things, I am still a bit devastated.
My dreams of one of those little buggers being a teratoma wasn't realized.
Oh well, Nikki, no tumor in a jar for you.

Breaky Break Time

Hey there lovely Lovelies! As a lot of you have noticed, I've been ridiculously MIA for a while now and I don't see it getting much better anytime soon.

Between my many, many doctor's appointments, procedures, tests, Mr. Superman's ever-changing work schedule (now he's on 12's from 6-6), trying to not let the house cross the line between "Homeless-hoarder-laundry and dishes up to my neck-style" and "I'm really trying but just can't keep up with the housework-style", the blogging has been brought to a major stall and that includes keeping mine up to date and sharing the hundreds of things I've been wanting to share with you all as well as reading and commenting on all the ones I love. Not to mention between my 8 different prescriptions, I'm always either sick to my stomach or zonked out good.

Along with all of that, emails, postcards, letters, Facebook messages, and every other form of contact has piled up rather splendidly. I cannot say how much everyone's words of kindness, love, support, and encouragement mean to both me and my Loverface and I am so sorry I have been unable to respond to anyone. This newest health development has definitely been testing us but I'm confident all will unfold as it should and we will remain strong as ever.

I just wanted to tell all of you darlings a little of what's been going on. Hello to all you fabulous newbies and to everyone else, pleasepleaseplease don't leave me while I'm on this unplanned and unintentional hiatus okay?

It's Not A Tumah

 

Well actually, it is.

If you want an explanation as to why I have been so M.I.A. the last few weeks in bloggyland and real life, you can take up a complaint with the Tumor Department.

Apparently, a few of these suckers have decided to take up residence in the Chelle Hotel.

I know I've always been full of pure awesomeness and fabulosity and it is my belief that the Tumor Department was feeling left out.

Tumors that have thus far been discovered:

• 1 inside my Brilliant Bladder
• 1 on my Lovely Left Kick-A Kidney
• 1 on my Trusty (or not so) Thyroid Gland

Tumors that are believed to exist but were blocked out by all the extra fluid and blood that is making all the scans and x-rays blurry:

• 1 or more on my Reliable (or not so) Right Kindly Kidney

So Lovelies, I haven't been snubbing all of you, I have just been a tad preoccupied.

I had a biopsy performed on the one located in my bladder and have quite a few more procedures in my future. My situation is very tricky when taking in to account my HHT and other medical complications but I love my urologist and hematologist/oncologist.

There has been a lot of deep thinking and positive vibes buzzing around in my house lately because I refuse to accept anything but success and a good life. Prayers, crossed fingers and toes, wishes on stars and eyelashes, and smiles are always needed and appreciated more than we can say.

Just keep being your fabulous lovely selves and if anyone finds some of this. send it my way.

xoxo

Green With Envy

Guess who gets to have a needle aspiration biopsy TODAY?!

This girl!!

I know you're jealous.

It's no moustache but its just cool enough to turn all you Lovelies green-eyed.

Don't lie.

Defining Words

This week starts National Infertility Awareness week. Resolve.org is asking us in the infertility and baby loss community to help bust a myth. The myth and misconception that infertility isn't a disease.

Infertility is a disease.  

Just like heart disease or lung disease. 

It has a group of medical codes all it's own.  

It affects countless women and families.

It affects me.

Its a huge part of my life.

It helps define who I am.

I've taken this list from a fellow blogger, AF Recruiting: A Wife's Point of View.

634: Spontaneous abortion (i/e miscarriage)
640.0: Threatened abortion
646.3: Habitual aborter
649.5: Spotting complicating pregnancy
773.0: Rh- (Rh factor incompatibility
628.9: Infertility female of unspecified origin
256.6: PCOS
256: Ovarian dysfunction

I want to add endometriosis, as well as MTHFR and HHT.

This is a list that defines me and my inability to have a child. 

Its something that hurts my heart and my very essence every single day.

Help dispel this myth. Share and pray.

Yeah, Its Kinda Like That

Not these Hives

But these hives

Plus two very sick kids who are not mine who both along with me have to do this

Then throw in a lack of these

And a desperate wish to be able to declare this

Looking worse than this

Leaves everyone around me with this

Yeah, its kinda like that.

Efff.

I would say, "that is all" but that is not even close to being 'all'.

I'm sick. Again.

This time its what I call normal people sick because its the flu. It is a very rare thing that I become normal people sick so when I do, its bad. At least I think so. In reality, it just makes me look wussy because I can't handle it. Give me cysts, surgical pain, pelvic pain, cramps so bad I pass out.... that stuff, I can handle. Throw in a few horrendous nosebleeds and a migraine for good measure and I can function just fine. That is all stuff I have every day for ever since I can remember. Normal people sick though, is rough. See, wuss.

I've also been feeling very.... I guess the word would be bitter. Its a lot of other things mixed in too but really, bitter sums it up pretty well. A couple weeks ago I was driving with a friend and somehow we got on the topic of babies and all my um, issues. She suggested I become a crack head and my chances of a successful pregnancy and delivery would shoot through the roof. I laughed because its probably true but then it was forgotten. Until yesterday.

Yesterday I got to talk to my husband. I rarely use that word because it doesn't seem nearly enough. Mr. Superman is so much more than a husband to me. He is the kindest, gentlest, most sincere person I have ever met let alone been lucky enough to have in my life. He is the reason I am here, alive, and even half as happy as I am. He is incredible and I could go on and on and on, but I digress. I was talking to him about EVERYTHING. It was a day fraught with heavy and difficult conversation the topics of which I only share a very tiny portion on the blog.

By the tail end of his day off and thus the end of our conversations, Mr. Superman said something. We were talking about all the kids I have potty trained and how when we have kids, the plan I already have to get our kiddies out of diapers by the time they are 2 1/2. We were joking around and he said, "You'll be so good you'll have them potty trained before they even leave the womb." There was silence for a moment as he realized what he said and the "Oh crap!" face made an appearance. I started crying and he was apologizing profusely.

This led to my bitterness rising up again. I said, "I should go become a crack head whore then we'd have no issues having babies. Or better yet, find a time machine, go back to 16, and get knocked up without even trying! Hey, I have an idea, why don't we completely change who we are. No wait, listen. You go ahead and only wear wife beaters and let your wardrobe influence your behavior. If you get a beer gut and slap me around a bit combined with me developing a heroine habit, we would be able to get adoptable foster babies without even making social workers blink as they hand them over."

I know, I sound incredibly cynical and resentful. I won't even attempt to deny it. You'd think we'd have experienced intense antagonism lately or something. 

I wish I could go and do this

 Because I have been doing this for far too long.

I'm Back (I Think)

Holy crow. It's Monday. I've been MIA since Thursday. I'm back. I think. I am not anywhere near back to 100% but tomorrow real life resumes so I better be ready by then. I have no choice.

You know I'm sick when I have no desire to look at the computer, my cell phone, or the television. You know I'm sick when I don't have a screaming emotional breakdown upon finding a huge cockroach on the ceiling. You know I'm sick when the idea of blogging makes me want to throw up {again}. You know I'm sick when I lose my marbles 6 times in 24 hours when I haven't even eaten. You know I'm sick when I get 10 hours of sleep in 72 hours. You know I'm sick when Michael Cera can't make me laugh and when Daniel Radcliffe can't make me swoon. You know I'm sick when I set my Google Reader to Mark As All Read without a second thought because the idea of 500 New is utterly overwhelming. You know I'm sick when I lose 3.5 lbs. You know I'm sick when my abs feel like I've been doing Ab Ripper X for ten days straight when in reality I haven't moved much at all. You know I'm REALLY sick when Mr. Superman can drink my cream sodas without reprimand.

My many many thanks to everyone for their love, prayers, and concern.

My apologies to my mama who heard me lose my marbles from 2, 000 miles away.


My express love and overflowing gratitude to Mr. Superman for holding my hair back, carrying me to and from bed, drawing me baths, doing countless loads of laundry, cleaning the kitchen, rubbing my back, making me oatmeal, and most of all for not losing his patience with me. He is truly incredible.

I am so extraordinarily blessed.

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Breathe, Breathe, Breathe

Don't worry, I am still alive. I received quite a few texts, phone calls, emails, FB messages, wall posts, and blog comments from so many lovely people wondering if I was okay, where I was and when I was coming back. Thank you. You all are so sweet and caring.

To be honest, I hadn't planned on doing much of anything yesterday and then something infuriating happened with our internet company that made it impossible for me to do anything even if I had changed my mind. All is well now. We have internet back and I am fine.

The doctor's appointment was long, stressful, and draining. I saw so many sick people yesterday it just broke my heart. Its going to be hard having this doctor. We got there bright and early and left at nearly noon. Neither of us got much sleep the night before. I don't know if it was good or bad that I was feeling pretty awful the first time I met my new doctor. I had had an extraordinarily bad nosebleed before dawn, followed by a semi slamming into my brain migraine accompanied with the ever so friendly dizziness, vertigo, and nausea. Thank heavens I kept down my poptart and stayed vertical. At least while I was there. They took a lot of blood. I mean a lot of blood. I have an appointment next week for an MRI and one about 12 days after that for my gene testing. That my friends, is going to be a blast.

I only allowed myself five minutes of tears in the car. Mr. Superman's grabbing my hand and saying, "Let's go home baby girl" triggered it. He is so good to me. So very very good. 

Its currently pouring rain. Well it usually is by this time of the day. The clouds roll in by 2 or 3 PM and the thunder starts shortly after. The rain is next and usually keeps going until 10 or 11 PM. I love the rain. The smell, the sight, the feeling of it.

Guess what guys?

Something a Little More Serious

Sorry folks, not too much humor was found in our house this week so I have bowed out of Pillow Talk. Nothing horrible has happened. Its just been one of those weeks that dragged, stressed, and exhausted. 

I know I've been needing to update on my health and such, mostly regarding my HHT but I just barely got around to calling in all my referrals. For those who don't know, I was diagnosed with a blood disease. Its called hereditary hemorrhagic telangiectasia (HHT) and it used to be called Osler-Weber-Rendu syndrome. For most people it doesn't really affect them but for me, it has created a lot of health issues, complications, and is progressively getting worse.

I meet with my new Hematologist/Oncologist on Monday. I'm apprehensive about walking into the cancer center. I know there are so many people in the world suffering terribly and who are so ill that even just contemplating walking in there with a head full of hair and in a relatively healthy state (in comparison) makes me feel overwhelmingly guilty. 

I had a long phone conversation yesterday with his head nurse and someone who will be involved in my care. She was calling to get as much information and medical history as possible. Between my anemia, hypoglycemia, and HHT she noted I'll be a handful. Upon hearing about my stomach issues, cholecystectomy, partial appendectomy, laparoscopies, and my misscarriages and ectopic pregnancy she let out a low whistle. 

We talked about infertility, the pain -physical and emotional- that comes from losing precious babies, and the struggle to balance life after gaining the knowledge of, "You'll never have kids." She was sweet and sincere. She said, "There are other ways to have kids." I know. We know. 

She then asked for family history of cancer and heart problems in my immediate blood relatives extending to grand parents and their siblings. She first asked if there is any history of skin cancer. Yes. Breast cancer? Yes. Lung cancer? Yes. Heart attack? Yes. Heart murmur? Yes. I told her my paternal grandfather passed away with no warning while walking out of the gym. We speculate a brain aneurism or heart failure. I told her my paternal grandmother's brother has had cancer but I wasn't sure which type. My maternal grandfather had Parkinson's disease. I let her know I may be surgical again but won't find out until I see my OB in July. She asked if I knew much about HHT. I told her I had just done my own internet research. My dad and his sister have varying degrees and my dad hasn't really been affected since he was a child. I let her know I have never spoken with my grandmother about it and didn't really know anything other than my aunt was able to tell me. She questioned me about my symptoms and asked if the degree of severity has increased or decreased over time. Definitely increased. Nosebleeds every day. If I'm lucky I'll only have one a day and it'll only last 15 minutes. I cough up large blood clots and experience vertigo daily. I pass out. Luckily I have never hit my head. Mr. Superman is always there to catch me. My migraines never fail to make me feel as if my head is in a vice grip or as if an anvil has just dropped onto it. The lights and sounds make me nauseous but my head ct came back completely clean. No medication has ever worked. I'm looking forward to getting ANSWERS. 

She let me know that its something the doctor would talk with me about but just from hearing what I had to say, seeing my labs, and reading reports from past doctors as well as my current PA's on base, my degree of HHT indicates my increased probability and risk of liver failure and/or liver cancer, kidney failure, heart disease and/or heart failure as well as my blood cells doing a bunk, mutating, and shutting down my organs. I had read about all of this but didn't ever think too much about it. If my HHT were to continue to worsen, since their is no cure or really any treatment, this stuff usually hits early-mid thirties. 

Last night Mr. Superman and I talked. I apologized for being so broken. I then asked if he ever worried. "Not really. Well, not yet. You're tough. You're resilient. You always bounce back. Nothing keeps you down for too long. Plus you know I'd kill you if you died." I promised I wouldn't die until we have a child. It was a serious talk but not TOO serious. We'll find out a whole lot more on Monday and see what and if anything can be done. 

I also have incredible faith in my Heavenly Father. He will never give me more than I can handle. I trust and believe in him and the path he has set before me. Life is life no matter what stage or realm it is in. Complaining does nothing but make the situation harder. I pray and have others who pray daily on my behalf. I have people conduct special fasts and place my name in the temple. I am surrounded by so much love and so much faith that it would be tantamount to stupidity and ignorance to not trust, know, and believe in Him. I'm not terribly worried either. 

Come what may and love it. 

Not Me!!

This week, I most definitely did not threaten Mr. Superman and proceed to give him double titty-twisters until he spilled his guts on where he had hidden my last few cream sodas. I most definitely did not go all Middle-Eastern Torturer on his butt when he refused to tell me. Now Mr. Superman hasn't gone through Intimidation and Interrogation training but that man has skills. At the thought of losing his nipples, he never caved. I certainly did not give up after a short 30 seconds upon realization that my man had me beat. That is something a weak and unstable woman with crazy addiction and cravings for cream soda would do, not me.

National security crisis averted. I found my cream soda.

What did you not do?

Prayers, School, and Doctors (Oh My!!)

Sorry I've been a lame blogger lately. So much has gone on in the last few days. Most I can't really talk about, but if I have seemed all angsty/moody/sad/depressed/stressed lately, or haven't been commenting, its 'cause I have a lot going on. Sorry for being all cryptic but those of you who have let me know you're praying for me, it is greatly appreciated. I mean that is an understatement. I have felt some comfort come in the last 24 hours and I know its because of all the prayers on my behalf.

On a lighter note, guess what?! On Tuesday, while I was in school, I decided that I will be continuing school in the summer quarter! I'll hopefully have everything squared away tomorrow as far as registration goes. I (Mr. superman) filled out my very first FASFA yesterday. I really need it to come through otherwise the three crazy hard med classes I am signed up for will have to be dropped because they are also three very crazy expensive classes.

I had another dr's appt on base today. The PA I got was great. He wanted to order to more blood work ups to test for two things they missed the last time they ran the other 50. After the labs get back they are referring me to a hematologist (finally) and an ENT (ears, nose, throat dr.) Hopefully in the next few weeks I'll be getting more answers, tips, and possible treatments for my HHT.

Sorry this is such a bummer/lame-o post! I'll get back to normal soon. You all are fabulous!

Also, I have 3 more followers to go until I hit 100! That is insane. I'm thinking once I hit a good solid number of like 125 or 150, I'll have another Giveaway. I'll be doing multiple winners too so get to spreading the love about me and make sure to grab my brand new button!

Mr. Superman is The Cure

No, not the band. For those who know me IRL, you know all about my female issues. All about how my periods confined me to my house for 12 days, leaving me passing out and vomiting. Yeah those female issues. I have tried every single remedy, trick, suggestion, pain killers, dr's advice known to man and nothing ever fixed them. After getting the "you can't have a baby" news, I decided it was time to go back to school. For me to go to school, I needed to be able to leave my house so I tried the one thing I hadn't tried. I got an IUD. I know it has the few months where your body is transitioning, blah blah blah. My dr. said since I had never carried to term and given birth it was going to be a much more painful, harder transition for my body. Its been fine I guess. I mean yeah I have cramps every day but its okay. Let me just tell you that right now, I AM DYING. Thank heavens for Mr. Superman who noticed how badly I am hurting. He scrubbed out the tub and just left to get me some ice cream. Amazing yes? So I'm off to hopefully survive my cramps and have a good weekend with my (Air)man. I hope ya'll have a great weekend and if you don't see me before the end, you will see me Monday.

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WEEKEND BLISS

♥ MRS. S.

Flakes, UTI's, and Vacation.... Yes, all in one.

Wanna know what's worse than dandruff flakes? (EWIE, I promise I don't have any) Real life, real people flakes. They make me wanna scream, bite, and throw up a little all at the same time. They make me angry. Do they not realize that when they don't keep their word, or bail, or lie that they are not only making themselves look like a fool but they lose all credibility as a person and a friend? I don't think so otherwise they'd change right? They must all just be insane in the membrane.

Wanna know what else sucks harder than a Dyson Ball? Being up all night, cramping from my half exploded cyst, then throwing up all night. Mmmm doesn't get much better than that does it? WRONG! After my ER visit a few days ago I realized I now have a UTI. Sweet. I am now peeing a lovely shade of red/orange. Love it.

Now that I've got some venting outta my injured little system, its time to share little bits from our vaca in Arizona. It was filled with delicious food (Pete's, Thai, Gecko Grill, things only my beloved Valley of the Sun has), lots of fun with family and friends, and some good R&R for sure. It really was exactly what both of us needed. Here are some (tons) of pictures.

All of my nieces and nephews are so beautiful! I couldn't get enough of them. It breaks my heart to think I won't be seeing them for possibly a year. That's too long to think about. I love my family.

♥ Mrs. S.