I would not make a good Christian Scientist. Medicine is way too important to me. It would not be too strong a statement to say that I love the meds I’m on right now. They are powerful! On Sunday, the doctor at the ER prescribed three. All three of said pills have five or more warnings on their respective bottles... Things like "Will make you dizzy" - "May cause drowsiness" - "Don’t take with alcohol" - "Don’t drive a car" - "May cause dry mouth" - "Do not exhale for 45 minutes after taking this."
So, my daily ritual is now:
*Get up & go to work
*Take meds as soon as I get there, because I’m done driving for 8 ½ hrs
*Careen through the day at Oxford, grabbing onto desks & tables for support
*Take meds fifteen minutes before leaving for the day, so that the drowsiness & dizziness don’t hit until I get onto Chestnut Hill Rd
*Stumble into my house & change into my pajamas
*Take a nap for 1-2 hrs
*Get up & attempt to get a few things done
*Go to bed between 9-10
But its ok, I’m not addicted. I could stop anytime... Honest...
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
An Aunt's Life For Me
I do love being an Aunt. This was brought to my attention once more tonight when I was over at Evan & Jill's & Chloe was the only child home. She was fresh from a bath & ultra snuggly, giving many hugs & kisses & pointing excitedly to all the important things in her life... the table, Jed's bed, Daddy in the rocking chair, etc.
Jed is the first nephew - only, he's not Jed very often. You have to catch him on the right day, when he's not "Job-site guy," "Firefighter guy," or on one special occasion, he was even Paul Newman!
Then comes Addie, with her endearing way of saying both "Aunt" & "Lindsay" in the same word, "Zahnzie." When said in her high pitched little voice, who can resist?? She was the first niece, and the one who at not many months old, got the polish on the toes bit, thanks to a doting aunt!
Stuart's next, with his incredible eyes, wonderfully round body & funny way of saying "Aunt" & "Lindsay" together as well, but his comes out "Minsy." It makes me think of someone tall & thin, who takes little mincing steps along life's path. May he forever think of me as his tall & thin Aunt... Oh wait, no - that's his Aunt Jill, or Aunt Rose, or Aunt La...
Chloe, the Princess comes next. She is convinced that she has the world by the tail, and I'm not too sure she doesn't!
And Tucker is the youngest - just going on 14 weeks (I think) and starting to become his own little person more & more each day.
How blessed am I?? I love each day of being an Aunt! There are more precious little ones in my life that refer to me as Aunt Lindsay, and I'll write about them at another time.
Jed is the first nephew - only, he's not Jed very often. You have to catch him on the right day, when he's not "Job-site guy," "Firefighter guy," or on one special occasion, he was even Paul Newman!
Then comes Addie, with her endearing way of saying both "Aunt" & "Lindsay" in the same word, "Zahnzie." When said in her high pitched little voice, who can resist?? She was the first niece, and the one who at not many months old, got the polish on the toes bit, thanks to a doting aunt!
Stuart's next, with his incredible eyes, wonderfully round body & funny way of saying "Aunt" & "Lindsay" together as well, but his comes out "Minsy." It makes me think of someone tall & thin, who takes little mincing steps along life's path. May he forever think of me as his tall & thin Aunt... Oh wait, no - that's his Aunt Jill, or Aunt Rose, or Aunt La...
Chloe, the Princess comes next. She is convinced that she has the world by the tail, and I'm not too sure she doesn't!
And Tucker is the youngest - just going on 14 weeks (I think) and starting to become his own little person more & more each day.
How blessed am I?? I love each day of being an Aunt! There are more precious little ones in my life that refer to me as Aunt Lindsay, and I'll write about them at another time.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
ER - a vast disappointment
It became very clear to me on Sunday night that Michael Crichton does not visit the Elliot hospital emergency room for fodder when writing intensely dramatic screenplays for his Emmy Award winning TV drama, ER! There were no incredibly handsome doctors running to heal me. There were no heart-rending pleas for me to come back to the land of the living. There were no medical professionals sitting by my bed with silent tears flowing down their cheeks.
All I got was a long wait, a five minute (if I’m being generous) consult with a doctor , (who did NOT look like Noah Wylie) a shot, a pill & three prescriptions! Definitely not enough to entice me back again... Sure, the medication did help my back (oh yes - the reason I went to the ER... spasms in my back that made it almost impossible to walk) and that’s all I should have been expecting, but would it have been so horrible to have George Clooney make a guest appearance?
All I got was a long wait, a five minute (if I’m being generous) consult with a doctor , (who did NOT look like Noah Wylie) a shot, a pill & three prescriptions! Definitely not enough to entice me back again... Sure, the medication did help my back (oh yes - the reason I went to the ER... spasms in my back that made it almost impossible to walk) and that’s all I should have been expecting, but would it have been so horrible to have George Clooney make a guest appearance?
Thursday, September 23, 2004
The Voice of Truth
Doubt has been one of the loudest voices in my head lately. Thoughts like, "Perhaps God doesn’t really have my best in mind," and various other misguided (though I daresay human) thoughts. Jill & I were talking on Saturday and in answer to my "Why did God do this to me?" question, she said, "Maybe God didn’t do this to you. Maybe He just let it happen." I’ve been mulling that over throughout the week, and its given much peace. Then on the way to work this morning I heard a song by Casting Crowns about how doubt can take over our lives, but...
When I stop & listen to the sound of
Jesus singing over me…
The voice of Truth tells me a different story
The voice of Truth says “Do not be afraid.”
And the voice of Truth says “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen & believe
The Voice of Truth
When I stop & listen to the sound of
Jesus singing over me…
The voice of Truth tells me a different story
The voice of Truth says “Do not be afraid.”
And the voice of Truth says “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen & believe
The Voice of Truth
"I'm From The Country & I Like It That Way"
In the car on my way to work today I thought, "You know you live in the country when you see porcupines by the side of the road on the way to work, and chickens pecking by the side of the road on the way home." What an awesome commute! No traffic for this one, and all the wildlife I want.
A little while ago I stopped by the side of the road on the way home from work to watch a huge turtle that hadstopped for a siesta just over the white line. The only two cars that passed while I was watching both stopped to make sure I was ok. I do love living on Chestnut Hill!
A little while ago I stopped by the side of the road on the way home from work to watch a huge turtle that hadstopped for a siesta just over the white line. The only two cars that passed while I was watching both stopped to make sure I was ok. I do love living on Chestnut Hill!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
"Oops - I did it again"
So, after two nights of banishment due to the mice incident, I let The Cuteness back into the bedroom last night. I hadn’t heard any mice and she was being extra cuddly, so it seemed like a good idea. Well, it WASN’T!
I was almost asleep when she jumped up onto the bed, chasing something. As is seeming like a nightly occurrence I jumped out of bed, turned on the light & saw... my cat playing w/ a Christmas bow. Sigh... Poor Cuteness still had to sleep in the living room last night, just for giving me that fright.
I was almost asleep when she jumped up onto the bed, chasing something. As is seeming like a nightly occurrence I jumped out of bed, turned on the light & saw... my cat playing w/ a Christmas bow. Sigh... Poor Cuteness still had to sleep in the living room last night, just for giving me that fright.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
"Rosie the Riveter" is felled
Parts of living by myself are awesome - parts are not!
Here’s one thing that falls into both categories - when something goes wrong, I have to fix it. That can be exhausting, but it can also give a strong sense of Girl Power. My toilet handle broke off, so away I went to Home Depot, where I found the part & came home & installed it. Talk about power trip. I did that SEVERAL months ago, and I’m still on a high! And then my front headlight went out. Now, I’m all about playing the game padiddle when I‘m on a long car trip, but I’m not into being the car that has one, so I went to VIP Auto, got the replacement bulb, and changed it myself.
I’ve also had to catch my share of mice, because I live in the country, and The Cuteness is much better at chasing them than at catching them. "Mom," she says, "Its much more exciting to careen all over the house, following a squeaking rodent, then to carry it around in one’s mouth." The gifts that she bestowed on me this weekend were in the form of rodents... IN MY BED! Early Saturday morning I woke up to The Cuteness running pell-mell through my bedroom. Then I heard the squeaking. I leapt out of bed, at the same time that she picked up the mouse & threw it onto my bed. Sadly, it escaped and made another appearance that night... 2:30 in the morning I woke up to The Cuteness standing next to my head. As I awoke, I heard the dreaded squeaking again. I’d been sleeping on my stomach, so I reared back, just as she released the horrific creature where my head had been. We finally caught that one and let it go outside.
Well, this last week I came across something that I just couldn’t handle. I got home work, and couldn’t get into my house. "Was it locked?" you might ask. "No," I would say. There was a giant spider guarding the door. It was glossy black with yellow spots & about five inches…. Ok, so it was only about an inch, but it was awful. I went next door to my neighbors (the senior pastor of our church & his family) and said, "I’m sorry. I try not to be girly, but I can’t get into my house because of a spider." The Pastor’s wife graciously came over with a snow shovel (see, we’re resourceful here in NH - we don’t just use shovels for our eighty feet of snow each winter) and killed the dreaded beast. If I were a pioneer woman, I’d want June on the homestead next to me!
Here’s one thing that falls into both categories - when something goes wrong, I have to fix it. That can be exhausting, but it can also give a strong sense of Girl Power. My toilet handle broke off, so away I went to Home Depot, where I found the part & came home & installed it. Talk about power trip. I did that SEVERAL months ago, and I’m still on a high! And then my front headlight went out. Now, I’m all about playing the game padiddle when I‘m on a long car trip, but I’m not into being the car that has one, so I went to VIP Auto, got the replacement bulb, and changed it myself.
I’ve also had to catch my share of mice, because I live in the country, and The Cuteness is much better at chasing them than at catching them. "Mom," she says, "Its much more exciting to careen all over the house, following a squeaking rodent, then to carry it around in one’s mouth." The gifts that she bestowed on me this weekend were in the form of rodents... IN MY BED! Early Saturday morning I woke up to The Cuteness running pell-mell through my bedroom. Then I heard the squeaking. I leapt out of bed, at the same time that she picked up the mouse & threw it onto my bed. Sadly, it escaped and made another appearance that night... 2:30 in the morning I woke up to The Cuteness standing next to my head. As I awoke, I heard the dreaded squeaking again. I’d been sleeping on my stomach, so I reared back, just as she released the horrific creature where my head had been. We finally caught that one and let it go outside.
Well, this last week I came across something that I just couldn’t handle. I got home work, and couldn’t get into my house. "Was it locked?" you might ask. "No," I would say. There was a giant spider guarding the door. It was glossy black with yellow spots & about five inches…. Ok, so it was only about an inch, but it was awful. I went next door to my neighbors (the senior pastor of our church & his family) and said, "I’m sorry. I try not to be girly, but I can’t get into my house because of a spider." The Pastor’s wife graciously came over with a snow shovel (see, we’re resourceful here in NH - we don’t just use shovels for our eighty feet of snow each winter) and killed the dreaded beast. If I were a pioneer woman, I’d want June on the homestead next to me!
The Beginning
Hi Guys! Its me. I have entered the world of blogging. Do I promise it will be updated hourly, daily or even weekly? No. There - the guidelines are posted, and now I can refer people back to the first post if (or when) they complain that its been a long time. Fair? Fair!
So - here’s what’s up with me. I’m happily living here in beautiful NH, where whether the calendar says it or not, Autumn has come. The leaves are starting to look beautiful, and should peak in about two weeks. I’m working at a health insurance company, and am currently training people on how to do the job I’ve been doing for almost two years. Today was the first day of class. How do you keep ten adults (with an extreme lack of maturity) from laughing hysterically about unrelated topics, while you’re trying to teach them how to handle extremely irate people on the phone?? This will be a great learning experience... For me at least!
I live in my own little apartment that I share with my psychotic (and currently pregnant) cat, The Cuteness. Sometimes she lives up to her name, but most often she lives up to names that I can’t (or shouldn’t) say! Her love language is gifts, and she brought me two this weekend. I’ll write more about that later.
My life, for the most part, is wonderfully full & blessed. I guess this blog is a way to share those blessings (whether seen as blessings at the time or not) with all of you. Its also a great way to, as everyone states in their own blog, keep in touch.
So - here’s what’s up with me. I’m happily living here in beautiful NH, where whether the calendar says it or not, Autumn has come. The leaves are starting to look beautiful, and should peak in about two weeks. I’m working at a health insurance company, and am currently training people on how to do the job I’ve been doing for almost two years. Today was the first day of class. How do you keep ten adults (with an extreme lack of maturity) from laughing hysterically about unrelated topics, while you’re trying to teach them how to handle extremely irate people on the phone?? This will be a great learning experience... For me at least!
I live in my own little apartment that I share with my psychotic (and currently pregnant) cat, The Cuteness. Sometimes she lives up to her name, but most often she lives up to names that I can’t (or shouldn’t) say! Her love language is gifts, and she brought me two this weekend. I’ll write more about that later.
My life, for the most part, is wonderfully full & blessed. I guess this blog is a way to share those blessings (whether seen as blessings at the time or not) with all of you. Its also a great way to, as everyone states in their own blog, keep in touch.
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