Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Baby belly at almost 28 weeks :)
Monday, October 12, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Alan always feel left out when Mommy and Daddy are playing on the Wii, so today I let him try the cycling on Wii Sports Resort. All You have to do for this one is move your hands up and down as if you are pedalling, and lean left or right to steer. Oh, and if you go too fast, you run out of breath. He had a great time, even if he did get progressively closer to the tv every time! More pics posted on Facebook here .
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
On a brighter note, Tina and Rob and the boys are due home in less than a week for a visit. Soooo excited to see everyone. Now I just have to figure out when we can all get together! Also, on August first, our friend Shawn is coming to stay with us for a while. He's looking to get a job here in Amherst. Alan is super excited, as are we. Should be fun! And, to top it off, we are going to have a huge crew of people here the following weekend (Aug 7 - 10). Two friends of ours from the states (whom we were introduced to through that online game we play) are coming for a visit. As such, the rest of the group we play with are coming as well, to make a party out of it. Tim and Julie are even bringing Al and May's camper! We're pretty psyched, obviously. Right now I'm trying to plan a whole bunch of meal items that I can cook in advance (if possible), will feed a ton of people, and be pleasing to a wide variety of eaters. So far, I've come up with chili, meatballs, turkey (I'll cook it in advance to have the meat for sandwhiches and maybe casserole), lots of cut up veggies, pasta salad, and potato salad. I also think I may make spaghetti one night. I'm also tossing around the idea of making (or begging my mom to make) a seafood chowder, since the guys are coming up from the US, but I don't know. I'll have to see if they like seafood or not. I'd hate to not give them a taste of the maritimes (even if I hate it). Anyway, I'd appreciate any meal ideas anyone has out there! I'm also dropping Alan off at mom's that weekend, since I need his bedroom, and would like to relax with everybody a little.
At any rate, that's my rant for the day. Now off to find another way to avoid all the laundry and housekeeping I really need to be doing!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Alan and Nathan
Peony flower in the garden
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Me and Alan coming down the slide
The initial surgery seemed to go well, and I was slightly swollen on my left side (one tooth out there) but not at all on the right when I went back to work about four days after having them out. The extraction itself was quick and relatively painless, as they gave me some drug that would have made me not care if Adolf Hitler himself was doing the extraction with a pair of pliers. At any rate, things seemed to be going ok, and healing nicely.
A couple weeks after everything had healed, it started to swell and get really sore again, to the point where I was back to living on tylenol and advil every four hours. Around the 5th of March, I went to a family Doctor for some prescription refills, and he had a look. He figured it was an abscess and prescribed antibiotics, but also said I should get to my dentist, pronto. Ok. The next day, I went to see my Dentist (Dr. #2), and he said that the antibiotics should take care of it, but if it didn't get better in two days, or if it got worse, to go straight to the ER. Yay.
That was a Thursday, and the next day we went to Mom's for the weekend (the church was dedicating a cross to Scott's memory). On Sunday, though, I was in agony and went to the ER in Amherst upon returning there. Dr. #3 saw me (after about five hours) and said that he couldn't really tell what was going on without a better way of looking at it, and so scheduled me for a Catscan the next day. The catscan led me to Dr. #4 (incidentally, I have taught two of his sons, and his wife was my doctor and the prenatal clinic), who showed me what looked like Osteomyelitis of the jaw (infection in the bone), but wanted a consult with the Oral Maxillofacial clinic in Halifax where I had the original surgery done. Sigh. Back to Hfx less than 24 hours after leaving.
So. On March 10th, I see Dr. #5 (Much to my dismay. I didn't particularly like this guy), the OMF resident. He told me that they "See this all the time" and just upped my dose of antibiotics, but was nice enough to give me some Tylenol 3 when I burst into tears on the examination table. I'm sorry, but when you're in agony, you don't want to hear "we see this all the time" and "why would they want a catscan?" in equally derisive tones. If they see this all the time, they need a bigger freakin' hospital, let me tell you. But I went home, sore, swollen, and with another appointment to come back in a couple of days.
OK. Thursday, the 12th, next appointment. My face is MORE sore, and MORE swollen. The antibiotics are obviously NOT working. DUH!! (can you sense the frustration? I thought you could....) Enter Dr. #6, whom Jessie refers to as "the cute one" (she's right, he was). He decided to do a surgical drainage. Yay. More surgery (but more happy drugs too!). He also inserted a drain into the infected area. Ready for the super icky part? The drain opened into my mouth with the consistency of a wet noodle, and that's where the infection drained. Well I'm sorry if it sounds gross, it tasted worse. Oh, and more Tylenol 3. And told to come back on Monday to have the drain taken out. Woo freakin Hoo.
So I attempt to put a positive spin on the next round of swelling (By this time, I look like a Klump from the Nutty Professor with Eddy Murphy on the left side of my head), and try to assume that it's from the latest round of surgery. By Saturday, though, when Alan and BJ are back visiting me, I'm in agony, the Tylenol 3 isn't working, and I can't sleep, eat, or open my mouth enough to get my puffer in. So Lindsay calls the OMF resident on call and he agrees to see me. So I"m off to see doctor #7. He takes a look, knows I'm in pain, and is perched atop a fence as to what to do with me. On the one hand there is a LOT of swelling. On the other, its mostly a "soft" swelling and could very well be from the surgery (Infection is usually a firmer swelling and hot to the touch, apparently). He argued back and forth with himself a bit, but decided to prescribe some Dilautid for the pain (yay) and send me back home (sigh). Well. I took 4mg of the stuff right away (and by this time I'm having to convince the pharmacist that Im not a narcotics addict, since I"ve had 3 prescriptions from 3 doctors at 3 different pharmacies) and was marginally better. But I still didn't sleep, and in the morning I was taking 6mg, and still vertical. I guess this was a red flag to Lindsay, though, and she insisted that I come to the ER that night to see another doctor.
Alan went home with BJ, and Momma took me into the ER. Lindsay had me see a wonderful Doctor (#8?), who immediately grasped the seriousness of the problem. The swelling was now hard and warm, and I was almost in constant tears from the pain and pressure, as well as just plain old frustration. So he gets on the phone with the OMF resident on call (dr #7 from the day before) who says that he "almost" admitted me, and would be right there. Finally...some relief in the form of Morphine :P . They had a look at me, took a culture, and admitted me to the hospital. I took a fun little ambulance transfer to the VG site, and put in a dingy little hospital room, but all by myself, thankfully.
The next morning, after a restless night, I met Dr. #9, who appears to be in charge of patients on the OMF floor. He was a nice guy, attended by dr's 5 and 6, as well as a host of students and probably other residents. He decided they would do another surgical drainage and insert a new drain. Surprisingly, it worked very well. That afternoon I was feeling much better, and managing the pain on Tylenol and advil again. They also switched my antibiotics, but since it was a type where people who are allergic to penicillin may react to it, they were a little nervous, and had a nurse with me for the hour the IV was running.
I have been thinking that I must have scared a few of the doctors, because that afternoon I met Dr. #10, the guy "in charge". The nurse said he "never comes to see patients", and yet he knew every single thing that had happened to me over the past week or two. She also told me that 3 or 4 doctors were calling the floor to check on me throughout the day. We see this all the time, though, what?
At any rate, to sum it up a little quicker, they kept me in the hospital until that Thursday (the 19th), and let me out only if I promised to stay in town for another week and come in for frequent checkups. So that's how I had the week before March break off, spent the weekend of in the hospital, and the week after off as well. Now, I'm allowed to go back on Monday, but have to come back in two weeks for a final checkup. With any luck, it's completely done by then. I still have a bit of a lump on my face, but nothing like it was. And that, I think, is the WHOLE story, of ten doctors and a swollen head!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
1. Alan Cam (all taken by himself)
2. Feb Pics (mostly OF himself!)
I'd put them on here but I've been procrastinating with my marking and should really get to that as opposed to waiting for them to upload here for the second time tonight!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Before the blankets are on, giving it a shot
Alan had his first night in his big boy bed last night. After a couple of hours of frustration getting it together (stupid pre-fab furniture. Screw holes never line up.), Alan couldn't even wait to get blankets on it before he tried it out. I was a little worried that he would be out of bed a hundred or so times last night, but after four times up knocking at the door, he did settle in and go to sleep. He took about an hour and a half or so, but he often stays up almost that long talking to himself anyway. We also made sure to put a doorknob cover on the inside of his door so he can't get out in the middle of the night and go wandering around the house while we're sleeping downstairs. Here's hoping that the rest of the next few nights are as easy!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
As anyone I've been talking to recently already knows, it is exam time again. Today, my Advanced Math 11 kids wrote their exam. They made me promise to bring my camera, and I'm glad I did. I'm calling these kids my "dream team", since they are all done up for the intense workout that is my Math exam. I nearly fell over when I saw them today, and not just because they look like a bad 80's Aerobics video! I love the fact that they are wearing tank tops when it's -25 degrees outside. Finally some people who appreciate my math jokes!
P.S. They all did great on their exams (which are marked already...woo hoo), and I got their express permission to blog this!
Smiling for the camera
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Alan with Auntie Linny