My Sweet Granddaughter

How about an Addie picture to make us all feel better?  :)

Addie

Addie

She and her PaPa were taking George for a ride. Don’t give me a safety lecture . . they’re sitting in the garage. Such a prim and proper little girl . . all dressed up in a dress with a skin of some kind hanging in the background  . . probably something Chad and Nicole trapped.

Chad has the best in-laws. They love him like their own, Nicole’s dad has every tool known to man and doesn’t seem to mind Chad using any of them; Nicole’s mom never seems to mind them moving in for 4 days at a time on Chad’s days off. Of course . . I wouldn’t mind either if it meant I got to spend time with Addie! I’m sure Chad cooks, makes a huge mess in her kitchen, keeps the house way too cold and  . . in Chad fashion . . tells everyone what to do!

Not only am I happy Nicole is my daughter-in-law, but I’m glad Nicole’s parents are my granddaughter’s other set of grandparents.and I’m reall

Update On The Old Girl

This kidney stone deal has kicked my butt! I told Vince this morning that the last time I had this done, it wasn’t nearly so bad and, in his usual “always knows what to say” self, he said “Everything is harder when  you’re old!”

When I came home from surgery and bragged about how good I was feeling, I think I was under the influence of anesthesia and pain meds because it’s definitely be down hill since then.  The pain hasn’t been unbearable but I just feel horrible – I don’t feel like doing anything. I stay up for an hour, sleep for two hours, get up for an hour, sleep for three hours.

I’m no doctor but I honestly believe the antibiotic I was taking was dragging me down. I started thinking that because I kept feeling worse each day post-surgery – not sick or hurting or feverish but just didn’t feel like myself. I googled it and you know . . Google can be your best friend or your worst enemy but what I read gave me hope that it was the antibiotic and I will be feeling better soon.  I took the last one yesterday at noon so I’m hoping that by tonight, I’m starting to feel like my old self again. This morning I fixed breakfast, got a load of laundry going, watered a few pot plants and took a shower and I think that’s more than I’ve done the past several days.

It is amazing what four days of doing NOTHING will do to a household. This morning we ate breakfast using salad forks and had grits out of serving bowls. Everything is dirty . . I’ve lived on ice cream and watermelon for the past few days so every small bowl was dirty. The dishwasher is going, the countertops have been wiped down . . there’s light at the end of the tunnel.

Surgery #1 is Done!

Goodbye and good riddance to the kidney stones in the right kidney. The urolgoist was able to start during surgery again this week after having had a broken arm, and I’m not sure who was happier . . me to get rid of these stones or him to be back to doing surgery.

I’m not going to say it scares me but one of the things that makes me apprehensive about moving to small towns is the medical care but I do believe, even though you have more options in cities, we get really good care in small towns. The nurses and staff are always so nice. Every time I leave the hospital, and this was my second minor surgery since living here and Vince has been to the ER once and I’ve been twice (black widow bite and kidney stones), and when we leave, I always think “That was not a good experience!’

Vince kept wanting me to go to Abilene for a urologist and I said . . no . . when you feel bad, you don’t want to have a 2 hour drive unless you just can’t help it and I had heard good things about the urologist here. Yes, there’s just one but where we lived in MO, there wasn’t one!  After having the surgery today, Vince and I both really like him and I’m glad I stayed here.

The surgery I had is the ureteroscopy and you can read about it here . . if you are interested but I surely don’t expect that anyone will be interested except that I find it so amazing that they can go through those tiny tubes with a basket! It hurts like heck when I go to the bathroom for about 24 hours. Otherwise, recovery will be a piece of cake  . . so long as Vince does all the cleaning and cooking and weeding and canning for . . what?   Six months?  No . . if I can get dinner out of him tonight, I’ll be doing great.

There’s a stent that I have to keep for about a week. I forgot when my appointment is to get it removed but I made the mistake of telling the doctor that the last time I had this surgery, I removed the stent myself. This time, there’s no string . . I guess that’s one way to be sure I don’t remove the stent myself.

By 11:00 a.m., I was out of recover and back in my little room with Vince. They fed us lunch and sent us on our way. Got home and slept for about three hours  . . now I’m going to try to knit.

The surgery wasn’t as bad as I remembered it being when we lived in KY so I’m not dreading having the left kidney done. 

Thank you all for the nice emails, the prayers, the offers to come and help me .  . I love my blog readers!!