Sunday, March 31, 2019

How did I get here??

I am 50 and had a brain bleed two days after my birthday.  What started as a horrible headache, quickly became "the worst headache in my life" and those words usually mean aneurysm. When uttered as you check in to the ER, they contain the magic whereby you find yourself fast tracked to a room and then fast tracked to radiology for a CT scan.  It took a lumbar puncture to diagnose a brain bleed and from there I was life flighted to Harborview Medical Center.  Everything became physically and mentally calm for me once they gave me some good pain meds, enabling me to obnoxiously take a picture from the helicopter.  My week in the ICU there was marvelously uneventful as each day proved that I wasn't going to have a stroke (one of the worst areas of risk following a bleed) and that I did not have an aneurysm, and that I had no deficits following the bleed.  Things I love: nurses..... nurses fucking rock!! (Good doctors are amazing too, but nurses make it all happen.)   Warm blankets.   Warm blankets make the pain go away.  Good insurance.  It's a conflict for me because everyone should have equal access to good medicine but insurance matters and I wish it didn't.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Nothing to see here

There aren't as many people at my house as there used to be.
Gene is in the Navy. Neil is in the Air Force. Travis is at WSU. My house is quiet. Gus is a senior.  Bay is a teenager. I have no kids in elementary school. I am a Crossfitter. I'm a bit bad ass but not as bad ass as people like to think.  My lung function is either "stuck" or "stable" at 57% depending on how my mood is.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

As for the rest of us:

Eldest boy: very nice.  very kind.  very sarcastic. very swears a lot. very outdoorsy.  very happy living at home.  very waiting for his parents to move out.
Next boy: very nice. very kind. very in love with his Hannah. very outdoorsy. ready for a big adventure. said "mom, whether you like it or not I'm joining the Air Force".
Youngest Peppard boy: very nice. very honest. very likes to party. very mechanical. very speedy. very ready to make money and buy toys. very very social.
Youngest and smallest girl child: very wants a ferret. very likes animals. very sweet. very, very funny. very would move away tomorrow for adventure.

Friday, January 13, 2017

And here we all are

Years later.
The boy did indeed have spine surgery to fuse his C1 and C2 due to them never having fused.  Evidently, he has been a bit of a ticking bomb all his life and it is quite literally amazing that with all the crazy stunts he has done and mishaps which have befallen him and roofs that he has scaled that he didn't (quite literally) drop dead with this never-fused thang.
He had the surgery at Harborview.  Trent and I survived the whole thing and then a month or two later I found myself in a bit of PTSD territory.  We all made it through.  Gus healed at a ridiculous pace.  Apparently 15 year old boys do do that.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Breakneck Speed

Question I was asked today:  "Seriously though, do you have ANY realistic idea of how cool your kid is?"

Gus came along, number three boy after two chubby-bubby, laid back, take it slow past due-date babies.  He came early: a tiny alien thing to us....   Small boned, curly headed and absolutely gorgeous.  He walked early, climbed early, drove early.  His sister who came four five years later was a perfect antidote....  she was late, plump and took forEVER to walk.  (Her paternal grandmother, seriously suggested that she would probably need "braces" to walk.)

At some point this kid appears to have broken his neck.  Yep. Tomorrow we will find out if it was congenital or if it is something that happened and we managed to miss.


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

anything but running....

I never, ever wanted to run.  Or walk, for evercise.  EVER.  I hate running.  AND.  I hate walking.  However, I was tired of going to the Y.  Tired of our local Y increasing my monthly rate every year.  (I loved the classes I attended though.)  So I got a new BFF and we started walking in September.  Now we are runners.  We don't love it.  BUT we are running.  Granted, the word "running" might be a stretch....

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Oh! It's a long winter we're having.

The good thing about rock-bottom lung functions is that they can only get better.  Then when you have that great day where they DO get better.... it's a great day.  Now that I have another appointment coming up in the next month and it seems like all I've done since raising those numbers is go from antibiotic to antibiotic and coughing fit to coughing fit, I'm finding myself dreading doing PFTs.  I'm certain that my numbers will have bottomed again.

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I recently moved with my family to Port Angeles... we are kind of re-inventing ourselves... I am 39 and have Cystic Fibrosis.

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