Finally we get our first weekend, in about the last 3, with Mark at home. Yeehaa. We took the kids to church this morning just to make sure they realise that is was Jesus Christ who died for us which makes Easter important and not the breeding of bunnies and their chocolate offspring.
I guess you can only try and teach your kids so much, because no sooner had we gotten into the car they were asking how many sleeps until the bunny comes.
We decided to go on a bit of a "Sunday drive" on a Friday holiday looking for somewhere family friendly and relaxing to go to and enjoy a lovely warm and inviting day outdoors. I had images of sitting under a big ol' tree, with stretched lawns before me watching my delightful offspring skipping and playing merrily on the grass while having a bite to eat and sipping on something cool and refreshing.
Our first stop led us to Fairview Wine Estate...Closed. Second stop, an off the beaten track Dutch restaurant and farm stall somewhere in Woester....Closed. Third stop, somewhere out there nearby...closed. Fourth stop, around about Paarl...closed. Two hours and a few hungry, irritated kids later we reach our fifth (or was it the sixth?) stop; home...and it's open, go figure!! And while I don't have the stretched out lawn, (ours is a little more compact) and I don't have a big ol' tree (it's getting there and now towers a little over my head), we did at least manage to finally get that bite to eat and at least we're all together.
Happy Easter everyone and remember that Jesus is the reason for the Season.
Friday, 21 March 2008
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Madam Fluff to the rescue
I must admit the last two days have been a bit of a blur. Tuesday was spent mostly under, and then under the effects of sedation, oblivious, yet relaxed and unphased by the world or it's circumstances. Wednesday morning started with recovery, although I felt like I have been in some sort of bar brawl and lost, I thought that I was coping well under the circumstances.
By mid morning I began feeling icy cold, a fine layer of sweat covered my body and I began to feel rather dizzy in my head, soon after that some very unwelcome nausea set in. I called Mr. Hubby with a "I'm not doing too well, please can you fetch the kids plea", but I had left it too late and he was on the other side of town, he wouldn't make it.
I recall one of the Mom's at Snuggle Bug's school greeting me with a "my goodness, are you OK? You look AWFUL!" Why thank you very much, No, I am not feeling too hot, but I was not aware that I looked bloody awful!! The trip between schools is a bit of a haze and I just remember telling myself not to throw up.
At home, I barely got in the door, unpacked the kid's bags, saw that no-one had eaten their sarmies and thought YAY, I don't have to make them lunch (bad mom), instead I gave each of them their lunch boxes and told them that was lunch. I got to the bathroom, tried to phone Mr. Hubby and vaguely recall dropping the phone as he answered, throwing up and then nothing. Waking up, throwing up, someone asking for a yogurt and then nothing.
At one stage I woke up, pulled myself up of the bathroom floor to find Mr. Hubby standing over me asking me if I was alright, hold on!! head in the loo....vomit, hhmmm, just fine, peachy!! Then nothing.
I woke up again at about 6pm to find that Mr. Hubby was giving everyone dinner (KFC) and began trying to piece together the events of the afternoon. Mr. Hubby told me how my little heroin, Madam Fluff, had picked up my cell phone of the bathroom floor, pressed redial and called him. The conversation was apparently something like "Daddy, Mommy is really sick, her teeth are very sore and she is spitting in the toilet. I don't like it. You need to come home now and take her to the doctor!". Clearly by now Mr. Hubby had realised something was amiss and was already on his way home, Madam Fluff, however, proceeded to call him another 4 times to check whether he WAS in fact on his way, where exactly he was and why it was taken him so very long to get home....hee hee and he thought I was a nag!!
I finally "came to" at about 10.30pm. Turns out after a little investigating by Hubby during the course of the afternoon, I had suffered some sort of reaction to the pain medication prescribed. Scary to say the least but my meds have now been changed and I feeling much, much better; back to feeling like I've been in a bar brawl and lost, which now, with some added aching muscles around my midrift, I can deal with.
What I find a little more scary now that I can think back on it was the fact that during this time, my kids were basically left to their own devices; had Fluff not phoned my husband (5 times, she is very proud of that) to make him aware that something really is wrong at home, who knows what could have happened during the time I was "out of it" until he eventually came home; which is usually around 6 - 6.30pm. So I thank God for looking over us yesterday and for giving my Little Madam Fluff the wisdom to phone her Daddy and get some help. Thank you Princess, Mommy loves you.
By mid morning I began feeling icy cold, a fine layer of sweat covered my body and I began to feel rather dizzy in my head, soon after that some very unwelcome nausea set in. I called Mr. Hubby with a "I'm not doing too well, please can you fetch the kids plea", but I had left it too late and he was on the other side of town, he wouldn't make it.
I recall one of the Mom's at Snuggle Bug's school greeting me with a "my goodness, are you OK? You look AWFUL!" Why thank you very much, No, I am not feeling too hot, but I was not aware that I looked bloody awful!! The trip between schools is a bit of a haze and I just remember telling myself not to throw up.
At home, I barely got in the door, unpacked the kid's bags, saw that no-one had eaten their sarmies and thought YAY, I don't have to make them lunch (bad mom), instead I gave each of them their lunch boxes and told them that was lunch. I got to the bathroom, tried to phone Mr. Hubby and vaguely recall dropping the phone as he answered, throwing up and then nothing. Waking up, throwing up, someone asking for a yogurt and then nothing.
At one stage I woke up, pulled myself up of the bathroom floor to find Mr. Hubby standing over me asking me if I was alright, hold on!! head in the loo....vomit, hhmmm, just fine, peachy!! Then nothing.
I woke up again at about 6pm to find that Mr. Hubby was giving everyone dinner (KFC) and began trying to piece together the events of the afternoon. Mr. Hubby told me how my little heroin, Madam Fluff, had picked up my cell phone of the bathroom floor, pressed redial and called him. The conversation was apparently something like "Daddy, Mommy is really sick, her teeth are very sore and she is spitting in the toilet. I don't like it. You need to come home now and take her to the doctor!". Clearly by now Mr. Hubby had realised something was amiss and was already on his way home, Madam Fluff, however, proceeded to call him another 4 times to check whether he WAS in fact on his way, where exactly he was and why it was taken him so very long to get home....hee hee and he thought I was a nag!!
I finally "came to" at about 10.30pm. Turns out after a little investigating by Hubby during the course of the afternoon, I had suffered some sort of reaction to the pain medication prescribed. Scary to say the least but my meds have now been changed and I feeling much, much better; back to feeling like I've been in a bar brawl and lost, which now, with some added aching muscles around my midrift, I can deal with.
What I find a little more scary now that I can think back on it was the fact that during this time, my kids were basically left to their own devices; had Fluff not phoned my husband (5 times, she is very proud of that) to make him aware that something really is wrong at home, who knows what could have happened during the time I was "out of it" until he eventually came home; which is usually around 6 - 6.30pm. So I thank God for looking over us yesterday and for giving my Little Madam Fluff the wisdom to phone her Daddy and get some help. Thank you Princess, Mommy loves you.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Conscious Sedation
Thank goodness you don't have to open your mouth when blogging. My mouth is really sore and my head feels like somebody whacked me in the jaw with a baseball bat. Yesterday was my visit to the dentist and I was really, really, afraid. I had to undergo some root and teeth extractions and my dentist suggested conscious sedation; I wasn't entirely convinced by the whole thing, I mean is there anything bar knocking you out completely that could possibly take away the pain inflicted by the dentist. Well I am about to share the truth with you, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
The anesthetist was great, what a magic guy (thank you Dr. McQueen); he explained to me step by step what he was going to do and how my body and I should react; if at any stage I feel uncomfortable or in pain I should let him know. I was ushered into the the dentist's room and asked to make myself comfy on her chair. There were way more gadgets in there than what I am used to seeing; a heart monitor, blood pressure gauge and some funny blue gadget that he had on my lap. I was attached to all the machines via electrodes and a drip like needle was inserted into my arm through which he slowly injected his potion into body. Euphoria, my head began to spin and as I was talking I could feel my speech slow down and the whole world felt like it was in slow motion, wavy euphoric drunken slow motion. I recall thinking to myself "I wonder if this is how a drug addict feels when they get high?" Not bad.
I was able to feel the dentists hands in my mouth and on my face and I could hear her asking me questions, giving me certain instructions and telling when I would "feel a bit of pressure"..HUH Is THAT what they call it?? But thankfully, a "bit of pressure" IS all I felt. I cannot tell you how relieving it is to sit there waiting to feel the most excruciating pain you can imagine (OK, that I can imagine) and all you can feel is some tugging and pulling accompanied with a bit of pressure. It almost reminds me of when I had my C-Sections; I could feel the pressure of the doctor cutting me open and I could feel them tugging and pulling as they took the baby out but I didn't feel any of the pain associated with it.
It is all a bit weird for me, but I am, however, very grateful to the most fantastic person in the whole world that discovered this pain free method of dentistry...THANK YOU...whoever you are.
Once the dentist was done, the drip was removed as well as all the necessary appliances plugged onto my body and I felt myself slowly returning to a state of consciousness, of complete awareness, almost as soon as the medication was removed. I was able to sit up on my own after a few minutes and 15 minutes later I walked out of the rooms. I am certain that they send you home as quickly as possible so that they are not subjected to the cursing and groaning once the numbness in your mouth wears off and what feels like collagen overfilled lips, goes away. Now that is a different story.
I am doing well, considering. The pain relief and medication is really helping and I am just finding it a little awkward to talk at the moment but as they say, "this too shall pass."
The anesthetist was great, what a magic guy (thank you Dr. McQueen); he explained to me step by step what he was going to do and how my body and I should react; if at any stage I feel uncomfortable or in pain I should let him know. I was ushered into the the dentist's room and asked to make myself comfy on her chair. There were way more gadgets in there than what I am used to seeing; a heart monitor, blood pressure gauge and some funny blue gadget that he had on my lap. I was attached to all the machines via electrodes and a drip like needle was inserted into my arm through which he slowly injected his potion into body. Euphoria, my head began to spin and as I was talking I could feel my speech slow down and the whole world felt like it was in slow motion, wavy euphoric drunken slow motion. I recall thinking to myself "I wonder if this is how a drug addict feels when they get high?" Not bad.
I was able to feel the dentists hands in my mouth and on my face and I could hear her asking me questions, giving me certain instructions and telling when I would "feel a bit of pressure"..HUH Is THAT what they call it?? But thankfully, a "bit of pressure" IS all I felt. I cannot tell you how relieving it is to sit there waiting to feel the most excruciating pain you can imagine (OK, that I can imagine) and all you can feel is some tugging and pulling accompanied with a bit of pressure. It almost reminds me of when I had my C-Sections; I could feel the pressure of the doctor cutting me open and I could feel them tugging and pulling as they took the baby out but I didn't feel any of the pain associated with it.
It is all a bit weird for me, but I am, however, very grateful to the most fantastic person in the whole world that discovered this pain free method of dentistry...THANK YOU...whoever you are.
Once the dentist was done, the drip was removed as well as all the necessary appliances plugged onto my body and I felt myself slowly returning to a state of consciousness, of complete awareness, almost as soon as the medication was removed. I was able to sit up on my own after a few minutes and 15 minutes later I walked out of the rooms. I am certain that they send you home as quickly as possible so that they are not subjected to the cursing and groaning once the numbness in your mouth wears off and what feels like collagen overfilled lips, goes away. Now that is a different story.
I am doing well, considering. The pain relief and medication is really helping and I am just finding it a little awkward to talk at the moment but as they say, "this too shall pass."
Monday, 17 March 2008
Scaredy Cat
While Kade has had a few visits by the tooth fairy, I have had repeated visits by the tooth monster. Although I having discovered the new and blissful world of drugs (painkillers), I have finally relented and am reluctantly allowing myself to be taken hostage by an evil mercenary that goes by the name of "the dentist".
Frankly I am rather petrified. I am not big on a lot of things and dentists, or anyone in the medical field or any field for that matter that inflicts any sort of pain on my body of any sort. Yes, you would have guessed right....I have no tattoo's either. For goodness sake people, I need to practically be high on dormicum before I'll allow a nursing sister to take a blood sample. Hhmm, I can hear you thinking...how on earth did this woman manage to have 3 kids??? Trust me, it wasn't easy.
I begged the dentist to let me go under general anaesthetic for my root canals and extractions but my medical aid didn't fall for it. I am certain that due to my panic attack anxiety, my dentist would probably prefer it if I were unconscious. She has suggested conscious sedation. Basically I will be awake the entire hour and a half that this woman is going to pull out 2 roots and two molars, while I am awake and conscious, and she is trying to convince me that I won't remember or feel a thing. PLEASE oh PLEASE if there is anybody out there who has had this procedure done and can verify this....I neeeeed to know.
It has been suggested that I do not operate any heavy or moving machinery (I am certain the stove falls under this category) for at least 24 hours after the procedure and it is even recommended that one does not sign any legal documents during this time either (would this include blogging???) Clearly the evil dentist is not a mother or they would have added that "it is not recommended that the patient look after any children for at least a week after surgery.".....One can dream. The little buggers are going to love that Mommy is not going to be able to talk to them for a few days, never mind raise her shrieking voice from time to time.
I guess the bottom line is that we can add, ashamedly, another weakness to my already dodgy persona. I am an anal, nutty, insecure, and now scaredy cat with a split personality.
Wish me luck.
Frankly I am rather petrified. I am not big on a lot of things and dentists, or anyone in the medical field or any field for that matter that inflicts any sort of pain on my body of any sort. Yes, you would have guessed right....I have no tattoo's either. For goodness sake people, I need to practically be high on dormicum before I'll allow a nursing sister to take a blood sample. Hhmm, I can hear you thinking...how on earth did this woman manage to have 3 kids??? Trust me, it wasn't easy.
I begged the dentist to let me go under general anaesthetic for my root canals and extractions but my medical aid didn't fall for it. I am certain that due to my panic attack anxiety, my dentist would probably prefer it if I were unconscious. She has suggested conscious sedation. Basically I will be awake the entire hour and a half that this woman is going to pull out 2 roots and two molars, while I am awake and conscious, and she is trying to convince me that I won't remember or feel a thing. PLEASE oh PLEASE if there is anybody out there who has had this procedure done and can verify this....I neeeeed to know.
It has been suggested that I do not operate any heavy or moving machinery (I am certain the stove falls under this category) for at least 24 hours after the procedure and it is even recommended that one does not sign any legal documents during this time either (would this include blogging???) Clearly the evil dentist is not a mother or they would have added that "it is not recommended that the patient look after any children for at least a week after surgery.".....One can dream. The little buggers are going to love that Mommy is not going to be able to talk to them for a few days, never mind raise her shrieking voice from time to time.
I guess the bottom line is that we can add, ashamedly, another weakness to my already dodgy persona. I am an anal, nutty, insecure, and now scaredy cat with a split personality.
Wish me luck.
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