Well, there’s good news and bad news involving my foot. Good news: No tumors. I wish it had been that easy. The bad news is that the lumps poking out of my foot looking all distorted are the freaking BONES.
Sesamoiditis. You know tendonitis and all those other goodies where tissue gets
irritated and inflamed? In my case, these are the freaking BONES that are doing it. Apparently I’m quite an overachiever, since the condition is most common in knees, or the feet of runners, and then, it’s usually only pain. My foot is deformed, with the bones openly poking and pushing against others. Right now, I’m forbidden to put my weight on my foot, period, completely on crutches for minimum one month, with heavy duty drugs.
They’ve tried the drugs before. Whee. They didn’t work. Next step, if complete rest and the new drugs don’t help, is cortisone injections. Mmm, can’t wait. Chronic, expensive, and otherwise painfully miserable. Yay. Get this: one of the possible long-term solutions is the SURGICAL REMOVAL of the bones causing the problem. Gaaah!
Maybe not mundane, but certainly pointless and I gotta scream at somebody.
Uh, Shirl? My daughter was sleeping through the night at 8 weeks. Looking back on it, though, what I think she was doing was resting up, and getting ready to be two years old. She was such a sweet, easy baby to take care of. I thought for sure I was doing something wrong. How could I have been so lucky to get this little angel baby?
After Diana turned two, I realized that this was no angel baby. Oh, she’s really freaking cute. Make you cry with her cuteness. But she’s a changeling, I tell you. Her head spins around. She can completely destroy a perfectly spotless room in under three minutes, then try & blame it on a)the cat, or b)Elmo.
And now my son is sleeping through the night. Diana adores him, and he adores her. He cracks the biggest grin whenever she holds him. Most of my family thinks it’s charming. My husband & I are terrified. My mom just laughs…
Thanks, sunbear! I must say, though, that after visiting Opal’s pages I feel outright kindergarten-esque. Ah, well, I have fun with them.
I wore a badly stained shirt all day today. Did I notice? Not until I was at work. Crud. Apparently, the tawny-colored top was near something purple when I ran it through the washer, because it looked liked it had been watercolored. Fortunately, it wasn’t an obvious staining; but it was certainly everywhere. I told one coworker, who didn’t notice it until I told him–then he started laughing. I told no one else after that! Being a teacher, I was hoping people would just think it was chalkdust.
Feeling du-umb.
Hey Suzeanne, didn’t you have surgery on your hand/wrist not too long ago? Now your foot’s joining in the game? That sucks. I hope all goes well for you, regardless!
I used to think the world was against me. Now I know better. Some of the smaller countries are neutral.
Laura – yep. It hasn’t even been six months since they rebuilt my arm. I saw the same doc for my foot. He wasn’t amused, and wanted to know who I had pissed off in a past life.
My 3 year old won’t go to sleep. I think I’m going to scream now.
Our 4.5 year old refuses to go to the bathroom before bed. She’s been dry for half a year now, then all of a sudden bedwetting again.
I put sugar twice in my tea. Can’t drink it. More tea at work, I guess. Gotta go now.
Oh, I have this board unblocked at work again!After 2 months. Have been afraid to post at work, in case it gets blocked. Also, I don’t open the juicier threads. Someone at I.S. has to police all the stuff we post under ANY name.
I’ve found it hard to find friends since moving to Australia. Six months here, and I couldn’t even begin to figure out how you ‘find friends’.
Chance, as it tends to do, has stepped in and I have found some people who are potentially the coolest people I could possibly encounter ever ever ever!
And they want me to be a part of their team!
Hurray!
I won’t bore you guys with details, but they and I have much in common and are just so damned cool, I am stunned sometimes by the life that is dealt us.
Some of you were talking about how old your babies were when they first started sleeping through the night. Well, my youngest child has you all beat. First, I must add that my three older children were at least a couple of months old before they started sleeping through the night. My youngest, in his typical fashion, was sleeping through the night by the time he was a week old! This is the child that has done everything early, however. He was crawling at four months, walking unassisted at seven months, and talking in full sentences at about 18 months of age. I tell you, I don’t know where he gets it from. Must be the mailman’s fault
Now I’m blocked at work again. It must be automatic. If you view Dope 2 days in a row, it will be blocked.But I managed to print out 2 Cecil columns for reading later that day.
Michelle: I have eczema. It sucks. Usually it’s not so prevalent, and for the past few years it’s been dormant except for a couple of small obscure places (my ankle, for instance).
But since moving, I have not been able to find a new washing powder that I’m not allergic to, it’s all been trial and error. So I’m currently riddled with the stuff, and it is totally not cool!
Took Middle Son to the doctor’s today – he’s been out of school eight of the last 13 school days sick. Dr. drew blood for a test and said that there’s been mono going around. Poor little guy – he’s been miserable.
Eldest Son tipped the scale at the Dr’s office at 174 – he’s now 5’9" tall which means he’s about to pass me (he’s thrilled!). Dr. estimates he’s gonna be 6’2" or 6’4" when he’s grown.
The iguana escaped from his pen and ran away. We had him nearly five years. We called the sheriff because we figured if this four foot reptile showed up in somebody’s back yard they might call the cops, too. I wouldn’t have thought that there’d be a lot of this sort of thing in town, but the sheriff told me that they had found a stray iguana walking down the street the week before.
We have become a maternity ward: the bunnies have done their little bunny thing, and we now have six baby bunnies. They are SO cute! We already have (probable) homes for three of them, and folks who have evidenced some interest in the remaining ones. And as soon as she finished nursing, I think we’re gonna get the doe spayed.
And the Russian dwarf hamsters (little gray or gray and white hamsters half the size of the goldens) had babies last week too – can’t tell yet if there are five or six of them.
It is Thursday night at 7pm and hubby has been as the office since 6am YESTERDAY morning. There was a big rush on something and he worked through the night and was going to come home early today, like 2pm. BUT whomever at the company wrote the cd-rom for this whatever they are doing doesn’t work. Fortunately, Hubby decided to check this out before bringing the package home to deliver it in the AM in the morning to the Plant where it goes. Then he is off for all of Friday after he delivers it. ( We live only 30 minutes from the plant (as opposed to everyone else who is about 45 minutes away), ergo, he is the delivery boy.) The man lives on coca cola.
I thought all day that today was Friday.
My son discovered how unforgiving cement is.He looks like he lost a fight with Claude Lemieux. Barely cried at all.
Well, since it was just eden and I, I guess there is no point making a whole new thread. Anyway, we met at a little Irish Pub. We were quickly driven out by loud music and louder drunken college kids. We sat outside with our Cokes and chatted, and then I took her over to my clinic for a grand tour. Eden got to see the dreaded ICU, which only had two patients in it. She also got to see a dog that just had its nose surgically removed due to cancer. It was pretty interesting.
I enjoyed meeting a fellow Doper and eden and I will hopefully get to hang out more often. I’d love to meet the rest of youse guys too, so let’s see what comes of this Las Vegas trip.
I just happened upon an article I wrote last year about my sleeping disorder. I had submitted it to the rant section on a sleep disorder website, but they instead chose to feature it as the guest article, Lord only knows why. Reading it now, I can’t help but cringe. The whole thing is just so terrible.
-Lanna
Sunbear, 99% of that dog’s life is over anyway. After removing the dog’s nose, more cancer was found underneath. The dog probably should have been euthanized on the operating table, but you know, the owners would rather have their dog live in misery just a little while longer because they are too selfish to say goodbye and let the dog die with a little dignity left.
Looking back on it, though, what I think she was doing was resting up, and getting ready to be two years old. She was such a sweet, easy baby to take care of. I thought for sure I was doing something wrong. How could I have been so lucky to get this little angel baby?