Friday, September 9, 2011

Sorry about this one. *Personal Confession*

This post isn't a happy one for me. I am not going to enjoy this, but I feel the need to get it out - off my chest. I don't believe I've ever expressed these thoughts to anyone. I apologize ahead of time for the contents. You don't have to read if you dont want to...

I am not unfamiliar with loss.
It is nothing new to me. My father died when I was quite young, my grandmother and a host of other relatives have passed in my lifetime. My godson recently passed away and perhaps this is what is making this issue such a burning one for me.
I have an irrational fear of losing loved ones. It is so strong that I have found that I avoid fostering new relationships. Of course, I have my closest friends and family, but I distance myself from others for fear of forming new and meaningful friendships that I will eventually lose. I cannot go a complete day without worrying about some, if not all, of the ones I hold dear to me. It physically makes me sick. It takes such a toll.
I hide my feelings because, frankly, its a little embarrassing. I don't like to dwell on these things. I dwell on them enough when they force themselves into my thoughts daily. Hourly. Will my loved ones die before I do? Will they just stop liking me and find someone more interesting? I realize it sounds juvenille. I realize that death is part of the grand scheme and it is uncontrollable and unavoidable. I realize that the thought of my loved ones just "not liking me anymore" is far-fetched.
I've done some research for my own personal bank of knowledge and all I could find to name what I'm feeling is OCD with a side of anxiety and thanatophobia. I am afraid of what I don't have control over. Afraid of the unknown. I also realize that I should, as a Christian, hand all my worries over to God and trust Him. I try. Really, I do. I just can't seem to shake this fear that sometimes makes it hard to breathe.
One cannot tell me they are off doing something or another without hearing a "be careful" before we part. I feel like if I don't say it, I jinx them into oblivion and something awful will happen. I know that isn't the way things work, its just how I feel at the time.
Will I be able to ever get over this feeling? Can I ever give up what I can't control to God and stop literally worrying myself sick?
Who knows.
If you are still reading, thank you for your diligence. I'm so sorry for writing such a rant-y, depressing post. I just really needed to get it out. I appreciate your patience and I promise the next post will be on something nice.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Danger Shepherd's Pie Tutorial

I have decided to post one of my favorite recipes. It's so easy and delicious! I don't exactly follow an actual recipe - I just go with what feels right. Here goes!

First, bring a medium to large pot of salted water to a boil. Meanwhile, peel some potatoes. Four or five will be fine.



Then, chop 'em up.




Put them in the boiling water. Actually, you should probably just put them in the water, then bring it to a boil so you don't get splashed with scalding liquid, but I like to add a little bit of danger. Danger Shepherd's Pie.
Anyway, boil them for about 15 minutes or until soft.


While those danger potatoes are boiling, chop up a green onion and cook it in a pan with a little extra virgin olive oil until its clear. I was over-ambitious and mine turned a little brown. I like it that way though so its all good. :)

I really hate chopping onions. Danger onions.



When the onions are done, transfer them to a plate for later. Brown a pound of ground beef in the onion pan. I like to add garlic, salt and pepper.
Your potatoes should be done by now. While the meat is browning, drain and transfer potatoes to a large bowl and add some milk and butter and mash it up. I don't know exactly how much to add, just add a little at a time till it looks right. Set it aside for later.


When the beef is done, add back the onion, about 1/2 a cup of beef broth, 2 tbsp flour and 1 tbsp ketchup. Let that simmer for a couple of minutes then add some cooked carrots, peas and corn or whatever veggie you want! (Okay, okay. I admit, I used canned.) Mix it all up. Line the bottom of a baking dish with the beef and veggie mixture.




Then, carefully cover the top of the beef and veggie mixture with the mashed potatoes you made earlier.




Now, shred some cheese. Maybe 2 cups or so. Layer it on top of the potatoes.



Let bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes or until the cheese just starts to brown.


There you have it! Deliciousness Danger Pie.
Now what have we learned from this tutorial? That I'm just awful at tutorials.
Anyway, Enjoy!













Saturday, August 27, 2011

Just for fun


An old one of Mya, just because she is SO darn cute! She reminds me of a little flower.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A flooded bathroom, unremarkable plate tectonics and a little bit of broth...

It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry.
I'm so disappointed that I didn't feel our very own natural disaster on the east coast. My first earthquake was quite boring. I didn't feel a thing. Don't call me, I'll call you.
The earthquake had nothing on Hurricane Mya. Picture it: I'm sitting in the living room, Mya (who is potty training and doing GREAT for the most part) goes to the bathroom. I hear the flush then a few seconds later:
Mya:  "Mommy!?!"
Me:    "Yes, Dear?"
Mya:   "She made a mess on the floor!?"
Me:     "Coming."
Now, I assumed maybe she had an "accident". No big deal. As I enter the hallway, I notice water gushing out of the bathroom into the hallway.
Oh dear.
I run into the bathroom flooded with water. Mya had decided to flush the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper.
I sigh as everything inside me dies a little.
After cleaning up the wreckage due to my own little natural disaster, I had a long conversation with said disaster about how much paper to use.

In other news, I made my own chicken stock from scratch yesterday. A huge pot filled to the brim, lovingly stirred every so often, simmered for about 4 hours yielded about a bowl full. I need to learn some things about cooking in bulk.

I can see that I have been rambling and I'm not sure how this is translating to anyone else, as I have taken my anxiety medicine, thus rendering me less coherent and far less capable of making a comprehensive post.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

It's amazing I'm not dead yet.

I have heard from friends and family about the "Traditional Diet", so I took it upon myself to study it as much as I could from the world wide web. It is sometimes difficult to find the unbiased information one needs to make an informed decision on anything, but I think this site is the real deal. It seems to contain loads of comprehensive info based on Weston A. Price's studies.
I think I may give this a try. A relative of mine has seen tremendous benefits from this lifestyle and is even a WAPF chapter leader!
Can I break my addiction to the modern American diet? I sure hope so...

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Construction

Please forgive me as I am ruining my blog's appearance one step at a time. I am trying to remodel, however html codes are utterly gibberish to me. Wish me luck!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

New Stats...

Another 4 hour doctor appointment...another gallon of blood extracted from my body....
A couple of weeks later, I receive a letter in the mail stating that I have been referred to a rheumatologist. Included in the letter are instructions for me to complete the registration process with the rheumy-1 hour away. Also stated in the letter is my diagnosis:  Myositis and Myalgia
"Wtf is Myositis?," I say.
A few hours of research yields minimal results. Myositis is a rare autoimmune disease that causes severe muscle pain and deterioration. Ten in one million get this. No real known causes. No known cure.
It requires aggressive treatment almost identical to the treatment given for Lupus. Corticosteroids, immunosuppressants, physical therapy...Life span is normal, so I will live long enough to suffer through this and will most likely be in a wheelchair by the time I reach 40.
Okay, I realize I'm probably overreacting. I just need to get these thoughts out. Bear with me.
I also have Myalgia. I know people who have this who are taking 5 medications to counteract the side effects of one medicine. Similar things can be said for Myositis-I just don't know any first-hand. I can deal with the pain, but the latter affliction is actually causing me to waste away. I refuse to pump myself full of drugs if it can be avoided. I don't want to waste away...

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Oh dear...

This afternoon, my dear friend and I were talking on the phone about how her DH wasn't watching her child and as a result lost his phone in a toybox somewhere. As we were venting about how you need to check on the kids when they are being too quiet, I walked into the hallway to find suspicious footprints....


I proceed to walk into her room to be greeted with...






Her response? Mommy look...baby powder! XD  

The culprits:


and


Thursday, July 21, 2011

If I die young....

Worry....a simple word that so perfectly describes me ninety-nine percent of the time. A big cloud of worry. I worry about my relationships, about Mya, about Mother, about Ruth, about Husband, about the future, about the past, about the present....about my health.
I was talking to Mother on the phone the other day and she has been insisting that I request more tests to rule out "other possibilities" for my health situation. "Other possibilities" meaning Cancer. The doctor I have been seeing told me she is "pretty sure" it is Lupus, but said that there is no test for a conclusive diagnosis and suggested that I get another opinion. I have an appointment on Monday to see a different doctor.
I have tried to push the C-word out of my mind, telling myself 'It's Lupus. It will be hard but I can manage. I shouldn't worry too much about some of the weird results that the doctor got from my blood tests.' Then I thought 'Well, what are the symptoms of cancer, anyway? Are there generic symptoms or is it individualized into the type? What if you opt out of treatment?', so I did some research. Mistake.
Generic symptoms I found:
Lack of energy - check
Unexplained weight loss - check
Easy bruising - check
Lowered immune system - check
Slow healing wounds - check
Constant stuffy nose - check
Headaches - check
Aching bones/joints - check

It's a scary thing to think about for anyone else, let alone yourself. I'm trying not to go into hypochondriac mode and self-diagnose. On the contrary, I honestly don't think I have it. Its just when the possibility is brought up by a doctor, its a little terrifying and hard to get off the mind; especially for a worrier like me.
Not many understand how I feel. Its certainly not fun. My mind has been screwing with me lately. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the ocean and the waves are just pulling me under over and over again. It becomes hard to breathe. Little things will set me off into anxiety attacks. I heard the song "If I Die Young" last evening and cried thinking of all the possibilities. Other times, I feel like I'm completely overreacting and I have no right to feel this way...others have been through so much worse; maybe my being sick is all in my head. Then I wave the BS flag and re-validate my thoughts. I know how I feel and that's all that matters..... right?

Friday, July 15, 2011

Mommy, look at my makeup on my brinkles...

The day before yesterday, we made the purchase I've been dreading for 3 years...Mya's first "big girl bed". I realize we waited a little longer than we probably should have, but my worrying mind just couldn't shake all the hazards of allowing her to have free roam. I think we may have waited even longer if she could have managed to not somehow entirely knock down one of the walls on her crib...I think she was trying to tell us she was over this little kid crap.
The first night with the bed started out horribly. She kept getting out, screaming like a crazy person and violently flailing her limbs when I put her back. On the 5th try, she finally gave in and slept all night long. "Nice", I thought. "I can do this! This was way easier than I thought."
Last night was a different story. Putting her to bed was reasonably easy. She wimpered a little bit at first, but went straight to sleep. This morning when I woke up, I found Husband and Mya asleep on the couch. When they woke, Husband explained that when he got up, he found her Pull-Up on the floor next to the potty. Some of my make up was strewn across the counter and his cologne bottle was missing its lid. He continued through the hallway to find that the baby gate we keep set up at night (blocking the living room and kitchen) had gingerly been taken down. Upon entering the living room, he saw that Mya was asleep on the couch naked. Her arms and face were adorned with some sort of mascara war paint and her cheeks were coated in a thick layer of blush. The television and ps3 had been turned on. We're assuming she tried to find Netflix to watch Blue's Clues as that is usually the case when she gets the controller.

She was so proud and happy to tell me her recap of the evening's events. They went something like this:
"Mommy, look. She woke up and she pee-pee'd in the potty. She put make up on her face and on brinkles and squirts in an eye. Kitty in there and she slept on the couch and she watch Ploo Ploos." 

Translations from Myan to English:
"Brinkles" - her word for eyebrows...not entirely sure why.
"Ploo Ploos" - Blue's Clues
She - doesn't neccessarily mean "she". Mya tends to refer to herself in third person.

This bed thing may prove to  be exactly how hard I thought it would be.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

It must have been "Free labwork for geriatrics" Day...

I had to have more bloodwork done today and husband had to sleep (he works night shift) so I brought Mya along for the adventure. What could go wrong?
Hm.
We got to the doctor's office to get my form to bring to the lab and she decided the waiting room was not feng shui enough and began rearranging. I gave her a pen and piece of paper to occupy her and avoid any further havoc while we were waiting. She decided that the guy sitting across from us filling out his forms needed a smiley face on his medical record.
We finally managed to get the form and shove off to the lab.
Upon entering, the first thing I noticed is that they expected us to wait in a 7x7 room packed with about 10 chairs. That is challenging enough for a toddler. Now, add 8 ladies and 1 man all over the age of 97. Once the cheek-pinching and oogling was done, we managed to sit down.
I suppose the lady next to me was uncomfortable with silence so she pointed out how "godawfully ugly" the paintings in the room were. A little more silence...Not satisfied with the lack of reaction she received, she leaned in to me, nodded to the one man in the room (huge bald guy with a beard to his belly button) and said in the softest voice I believe she could muster (which was not very soft at all) "You don't see beards like that anymore do ya?" I laughed nervously... More silence...
In the midst of the silence, the old man was involuntarily emitting small "mhm's" and "mm's". Mya began to echo them. "Mhm" "mhm"..."Mm um mm" "mum mm mhm"... for five minutes, this is what everyone listened to. My anxiety level had just about reached peak and Mya's was climbing. I checked our name on the list, still 5 people ahead.
We left. The lab work can wait. My sanity cannot.

Monday, July 11, 2011

The waiting game

I'm so tired of waiting to be told what I already know.
There are so many aspects of my life that this statement pertains to, one of which, my diagnosis of having lupus. I've lived with SLE for a while now, I just didn't know it. Now that I know what it is, all my symptoms have validity. Feeling like a 90 year old trapped in a 24 year old's body...getting exhausted sometimes after performing some of the smallest tasks....my hair coming out in chunks...the list goes on. I have always attributed these things to being lazy or stressed. I was always embarassed of these things because, let's face it, its not cute. I have always hidden these things from everyone, including those most important to me. I don't want to be seen as "the sick one". I am a walking paradox....I don't look sick. People don't see what's going on inside me. They don't see the physical symptoms other than a light butterfly rash across my face. They don't see that when I am going on about my day, I constantly wonder about how long I will be around for Mya and what my quality of life will be 5 years from now.
I realize that I am blowing things a little out of proportion. I realize that most people with SLE live almost normal lives. I just need my time to blow things out of proportion. I need my time to sort things out for myself.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Spiders are f*cking scary.

Yesterday, I was in the kitchen enjoying a nice cup of coffee looking out the sliding glass door at the beautiful day at its prime. I was contemplating the tasks of the day when, in a Little Miss Muffett-esque scenario, a spider descended onto the window just in front of me.
Let me pause to clarify that spiders absolutely terrify me.
So I'm keeping my eyes on the spider so as not to lose it (I'd much rather know where it is than be suprised again) and I'm trying to carefully strategize how to get rid of it, all the while emitting some sort of high pitched noise that must have alerted Mya to the dramatics ensuing. She came over to where I was standing and looked at me. Hi mommy. She proceeded to trace my steadfast gaze to the eight-legged monster. Ewww bug. Splat. She had high-fived the irachnid into oblivion. Feel better mommy? I'm not too sure, honey.