Wanna know what a frog has to blog about? Read on!
I have decided to give this blogging thing one more shot. I had one but it was filled with random stuff, not focused and I'd go days and weeks without making updates. Well, I joined a blogging group called Take Up Your Cross and they supply daily prompts, which I've noticed has helped tremendously. Thus far, I've only made two late entries!|
Now, I've decided to up the anty, and I want to try the 30-day blog challenge. I've decided to create THIS blog specifically for that purpose! I think, getting daily prompts helps. It serves as a reminder to make a post and it also helps to focus my thoughts onto to something specific and not random things.
I am a F.R.O.G. this did not happen overnight but was a gradual morphosis that happened over the last 45 years of my life. No, I didn't turn into a brightly colored reptile that hangs out on a lilypad. A F.R.O.G is someone who Fully Relies On God.
It is my hope that my entries in this daily blog will reflect my F.R.O.G personality and lifestyle and maybe, just maybe some of you will decide to become F.R.O.Gs as well!
|I have so much I need to write but I have to admit I've been procrastinating. I haven't forgotten I owe ya'll a part two sharing what I was up to in January, February and March. I'm working on it but its taking longer than I expected.
Last week was hard.My husband was dealing with some issues which kept me distracted. Then, very late Thursday he had I don't know what you'd call it. A mental meltdown or issue? Anyway, whatever you call it, he is now in the hospital and we were told he will need to be there 5 - 7 days while they adjust his medications.
To keep myself busy and distracted from worrying I have started a new project. I was able to get some cotton yarn and found this super easy keyhole kitchen towel pattern. Looked easy enough and I'm going to make a set for my kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen set will be done in blues, greens and creams. For the Bathroom I'll use teal, cream and coral. If I have enough yarn perhaps I'll make some washcloths for the kitchen as well.
For those who might be interested here is the video link on youtube. If you make them, let me know!
|I have never been so humiliated in all my life. That is saying something because I have had many, many moments of embarasment in my life over the years. But this steals the show.
Last night I started a really good book and before I knew it I'd stayed up all night reading. I know my husband got up and went to his friends house for coffee at about 5AM but I was so absorbed in my book I kinda forgot he left the house. Now would be a good time to admit I was engrossed in a spine tingling thriller about a serial killer...when all of a sudden the front door bursts open!
I let out a blood cuddling scream that would have made Steven King proud. I screamed so loud I scared my husband nearly as much as he scared me. I can not repeat what he said, but I'm sure you can well imagine. He stormed off to the bedroom and I was getting calmed down and about to start reading again when I heard sirens.
Now, hearing sirens is nothing new in this neighborhood. Happens ALL the time. But, apparently I screamed a lot louder than I thought because someone called the cops and told them they heard loud screaming. Two very serious looking Houston Police Officers asked if I would mind stepping out onto the porch. They asked if anyone else was in the apartment and I told them yes, my husband. Poor husband, he had stripped down and gotten in bed. They separated us and asked a million questions.
I explained what happened...showed him the tablet with the thriller book and still, he kept eyeballing me...I could tell he did NOT believe me. Kept asking did I feel safe in my home. Would I like them to take me somewhere? Had my husband and I been arguing? I was given a business card with an abuse hot line number. They made it clear they thought I was covering something up.
My husband kept glaring at me...and has yet to speak to me. I'm not really looking forward to when he does...
One a more cheerful note, I finished the book! I think it will be a while before I start another one.
What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
If you attend church, you have probably heard this preached a time or two. I know I have. I've read the words more than a few times as well, but the true impact of the words never really sank in. Yes, I've always known I've belonged to God. Yes, I know his Spirit lives within us and yes, I have known our bodies are the temple where God dwells but no, I've never really meditated on that or let it sink in much deeper. And, as I was laying in the hospital bed wondering how on earth I was going to "fix" this problem facing me, that scripture kept coming to mind.
Now, I know what I'm about to write will to some of you seem rather um radical. Especially to my friends who are not Christian. To you, I am probably going to sound like I've fallen off my rocker and I understand. My Christian friends will kinda know where I'm coming from a little better..but even ya'll might think I've gone a tad bit too far. Perhaps. Maybe not. But I feel compelled to share with you because I KNOW I am not the only one dealing with health issues. I don't know if anything I share will help, but if on the off chance it does, then sharing will be well worth it.
As I said, I was laying in the hospital bed wrestling with trying to figure out how to deal with stage 4 kidney disease. Things had to change. I had to change, but how? Slowly and gently, God started to speak to my heart. He reminded me of the scripture mentioned above. Then, he made it very clear the meaning. Who created me? God did. Who gave me the breath of life? God did. Who died for me? Jesus did. When Jesus died for me, he purchased me....lock, stock and barrel from Satan and Jesus owns my soul.
So. To be clear, I do not own this body! It is merely on loan to me as I inhabit this realm. As such, I am merely the housekeeper and grounds keeper of this body. At some point, it seems reasonable that when I die and my body and soul return to God it seems logical He will hold me responsible for how I treated and took care of HIS property. Think of a car rental place. When you return the car to the shop, they inspect it and you have to give an account for any damages done. What if God does something similar when we return our bodies? Well...it IS something to consider!
Now, the Bible says our bodies are a temple. So, next, I got to thinking...and God got to speaking to my heart again. If our bodies are the temple then our mouth is the gate way. What we put INTO our mouths can be looked at as our offerings...when we give an offering, we are supposed to give our very best. Our unblemished, perfect offerings. Now. it would seem logical that when we offer unto God's temple good, wholesome, healthy foods...this would be considered unblemished...it is our very best. But if we eat unhealthy foods, foods that cause us harm or just "junk" food...it is reasonable that this would be considered unacceptable to God as an offering. Does this make sense?? To think of what you eat as your offering to God's temple. Thinking in this manner has been a huge motivator for me the past few months. I want to always give my very best to God....not my least.
By the same reasoning, I began to think of my whole body. Not just what I eat or don't eat. Think of a church. A physical building we call God's house. The outside appearance is just as important is the inside. No one is going to be drawn to a decrepit, falling down building overgrown with shrubbery and tall weeds. Same with our bodies, God's temple. Do you think God wants to inhabit a disease riddled, unhealthy, unclean temple?? When we put forth effort to groom ourselves and take care with our appearance it is not vanity (unless you go over board and become consumed by looks). We offer to God a clean and pleasing place to dwell.
So, that is when I stopped thinking in terms of it being my body...and started really focusing on the fact my body belongs to God...and I am "renting" and at some point, when I return it, God will want an accounting for any damages done to his property while in my possession. I also started paying very close attention to WHAT I put into my body...thinking each meal as an OFFERING to God...am I giving God my very best or am I just giving him whatever is handy? Are my choices building up and strengthening God's temple or is it destroying and killing God's temple?
To Be Continued!
|Oh my goodness! After nearly three months of banging my head against a brick wall and coming very close to tossing this laptop out the window...I have finally, finally gained access!! I feel there should be fireworks, cheers and well, you get the idea. See, way back in December when I was in the hospital loopy from the pain meds they so kindly gave me I somehow thought it was a good idea to change not only my google password but the one for my Chrome laptop as well...and no...no I did not write it down. Add to the fact I don't actually have internet service at the moment. How am I able to access my WDC account you ask. Well...There is a hot spot near me and if I click a little icon on my phone...it connects me to the hot spot. Then, if I go to internet connections on either my laptop or tablet and it will show my phone listed with the other signals and if I click on my phone...I can get a connection! I have no clue how secure this is..so I won't be paying online bills or shopping this way...but I feel fairly safe coming onto WDC. I have SO SO SO much I have been really wanting to share...and so many things I've been wanting to DO! It was killing me to not be able to do very much - But don't worry...I plan to totally make up for lost time!
|Finally HOME again! Whew!! Three weeks in the hospital was just way, way too much. I finally had the biopsy done on my kidneys and the results won't come back til after the holidays. Until then, the plan is for me to go to outpatient dialysis three days a week for the next six months. The hope is, that by taking the strain off them as much as possible, it will give them time to heal and bounce back and I won't have to continue with the dialysis. However, if the biopsy shows the inflammation they see is actually scar tissue from prior kidney injuries then we may have to look at a longer course of outpatient therapy. I do have stage 4 kidney disease but they said that is NOT what's causing this current problem, it's just an underlying problem.
They may not know what the problem is, but my God does and HE is my great physician. So, I'll just put my trust in him. I have to educate myself about a renal diet and learn what is good and bad for kidneys. I am well versed and used to following (loosely) the diabetic diet, but I know nothing about renal diets and I need to do everything in MY power to be kind and gentle to my kidneys so they can have the time they need to heal. Advice is most welcome.
The good and exciting news is I'M HOME!! I finally got to come home last evening. It feels weird being back at home but also so nice! I actually got to sleep ALL night without anyone waking me up to take vitals and no one came to jab me for my blood at 4AM this morning. My husband was so sweet. He figured I could use the sleep and didn't wake me up. I slept til ten...and then we got busy!
I made out a grocery list for what we wanted for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I completely changed everything I had previously planned because several times are now on my NO NO List. Fred was sweet and was very enthusiastic and excited when I asked if he would mind if we went meatless Mexican for Christmas Dinner. I plan to make cheese-stuffed enchiladas with green chili sauce (Tomatoes are now a NO NO), cilantro rice, Frito salad (I'll leave the Fritos out of mine) and tortilla chips are Ok in moderation, they gave them to me in the hospital...so I'll make tomato-free guacamole and serve with tortilla chips. The enchiladas are stuffed with a combination of cream cheese, Velveeta cheese, black beans and bell peppers, onions, and garlic...and topped with the chili sauce. I'll go easy on the Velveeta cos of the salt...salt and sodium must be kept to a minimum. I can have some, but not a lot.
I have so much to learn. Again, I'd like to THANK everyone for your well wishes, prayers, comments, and support. It meant so much to me. I know it was your prayers and love that got me through all this. I promise I'll start going through all my emails and get them sorted and responded to in the next few days. I've really missed each and every one of you and I'm so glad I can now be back. Maybe not quite as much as I was before, but defiantly more than I was the past few weeks. Lots of love and Merry Christmas to everyone.
|Again, I want to start out thanking everyone. I know I'm way, way behind on emails. I'm reading them but it might be awhile yet before I get to respond to them. Yesterday .marked the two week point I've been stuck here in this hospital.
This past Monday they implemented a dialysis port and I started dialysis four hours per day. To be honest, it has not gone well. Which is why I've barely been online. I lurk. I read the news feed and read emails. I've been exhausted.
This coming .Monday I'm scheduled for a biopsy. They will put me to sleep for this procedure. They want to determine if the information around my kidneys is scar tissue from previous injuries or something else. So. Looks like my stay here is going to be a little longer.
I'm in good hands and my faith is unshakable. Gods got this! When I'm a little stronger, I have lots of stories to tell you about some of the people Ive met. And i cant wzit to tell yall about unicorn fart lady!
Everyone of you are always in my thoughts and prayers.
Warning: This is probably going to get long-winded.
Warning: If medical stuff triggers you, you may not want to read this.
Warning: I am writing under the influence of morphine...so I do not promise everything will be clear, concise, or understandable.
Whew! This has been some kind of week. I barely know where or how to start. Thursday evening I started having a really hard time breathing and by the time EMS got me my oxygen level had dropped to 49. I do not remember the ambulance ride and only remember waking in the ER where I swear I woke in a whole different world. I do not know what these people gave me but it must have been some mighty powerful stuff.
Was in ER for 14 hours, then transferred to ICU where I was for two days, then finally got moved to a regular room. I have a severe UTI which they have been treating and an "acute kidney injury" and your guess is as good as mine what that really means. But, what they explained is my kidneys are not voiding out the toxins in my body and they have been building up to a lethal level. The scans and xrays show lots of inflammation but they can NOT find a source for the problem. On Tuesday I had a blood transfusion...cos my blood was low...but no one knows WHERE my blood actually went. NO internal or external bleeding...and the next day, after the transfusion...guess what? My blood was again so low I needed a second transfusion. NO ONE knows where the blood is going! lol
Today, the whole kidney team came in and I was told tomorrow they want to start me on dialysis...they think a few rounds might snap my kidneys back into action. Maybe. They couldn't tell me if this was to be just a temp thing or what...so that is still pending and unfortunately I was told not to even think of going home until Monday at the earliest...They said I'm right on the borderline of having chronic kidney failure so they want to keep a very close monitor on things. Everything else seems to be leveling off and getting back to how it should be. My breathing is fine and the UTI is under control. Now, just waiting for these stubborn kidneys to get with the program.
I have to say, despite all the drama and sickness, this has been a very interesting stay. I am at the LBJ Hospital in Houston and let me say, they have quite a cast of characters that work here! I've had the pleasure of meeting several traveling nurses. One of my night nurses is Shany and she is from India. She is tall and willowy, and very beautiful...she talks so soft and gentle...but does not take NO for an answer....she always comes in with a big smile and she is so gracious and she has told me a little about where she is from and she's not a fan of the Texas weather.
There is a vampire on staff...a little man from the Philippines who comes to do the blood draws for lab...and let me say, he cracks me up every morning...I've blown three IV's and have had two pick lines put in but they stopped giving blood...so they have to call him...he's one of the best I guess...I've nicknamed him the Vein Whisperer...cos he hits my vein the first time, every time and I swear its like magic cos I never even feel the needle stick!
One thing about this hospital is, it makes you feel like you are at a grandparent's house or something. I get called "Mama" all the time or "Mommy" by most of the staff...and its a term of respect...kinda like when someone calls you Madam or Lady. They forget and talk to me in Spanish..then suddenly stop when they realize and switch to English lol I try to let them know its OK, I can pick up the gist of most of what they are saying to me. They are so kind and compassionate.
The meds they are giving me keep making me sleep a lot..and I feel them wanting to drag me back under so I better close this now. I will add more as I can...I still have SO much I want to share with everyone. I do want to let everyone know that I won't be around as much probably for the next week still...I've asked if anyone wants to lead the Monkeys for a while..I think everything else will be OK left as is for now. I'll check in every chance I get but probably won't participate much or have any contests for a while.
Tony Bennett - Return To Me prompt
First, what a beautiful song. I listened to it several times and each time noticed something different. Loved the horses and scenery. But after the first time, I just closed my eyes and listened.
It made me remember my very first childhood home. The one where we lived in a small two-bedroom house behind my Grandmother's house. We had an apple tree in the yard. I had a swing set. I remembered Grandpa's garden and how he would let me "help" him. Grandma's birdbath I crashed into when trying to learn how to roller skate and I broke the birdbath, my tailbone, and skinned my knees. I remembered Mom...how she always had her radio on...and played her records. I remembered the time I was about four and she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor and I wanted something. She told me I had to wait and I stomped my foot and told her I hoped she turned into a frog. I remembered the day we moved into that house Mom spread a quilt on the living room floor and made us a picnic and I remembered we had hard-boiled eggs and pickles. Probably other stuff, but those are what I remembered vividly. I remembered the time I was jumping on the couch...and landed wrong and fell and hit my head on the coffee table and my Grandpa cuddling me and fussing all at the same time. So many childhood memories came flooding back...ones I'd completely forgotten all about.
This song is definitely on my playlist now.
|I'm not sure how a conversation can get so far off track as the one I had tonight with my husband. It has left me a little bewildered and opened my overactive mind up to a whole lot of questions and speculation.
For many months I've had my eyes on deep freezers. I've been watching the sales and prices closely and now that we have become somewhat stable and settled in our little apartment I decided to bring the subject up with my husband. Now, knowing him as I do, when it comes to bigger ticket items he can be um, very conservative shall we say? For the most part, I agree with him. His motto is why buy new when you can buy used? And 99% of the things in our home are from hand-me-downs and cast-offs from his family...and I appreciate them greatly.
However, I found an amazing clearance sale on some freezers and wanted to feel him out to see what he thought. I buttered him up first with one of his very favorite meals. And I baked one of his favorite deserts...Chocolate Banana Nut Bread with a crumble topping. THEN, once we settled in for the night and he was drinking coffee and eating his desert I brought up the subject.
I told him I had been keeping an eye on the prices and found a very good deal on a chest-style freezer and did they think a 7 foot would fit in the bedroom? I also asked if what kind of plug they take, if they need a special one like dryers or if they can run on a normal outlet.
The VERY first question he asks me...he looks at me kinda sideways and puts down his plate...and in a calm, but overly cautious tone...like he's not sure he should approach me or anything...the very first thing he asks is:
"Baby, why do you need such a large freezer, are you planning to get rid of me in the near future?"
I was not at ALL prepared for that kind of response! What?? WHERE did that come from?? We haven't even had an argument in months! Out of everything I expected him to say...that was not it. I was shocked nearly speechless.
Finally, I just said, "No Honey, who would run to the store for me or do the laundry?" After that, it seemed like he relaxed a bit and felt like the tension in the room lifted. We talked about the pros and cons of the freezer of that size and we both decided the smaller one, the five-foot would be a better fit in our apartment. While it costs the SAME as the larger one, it will cost less in electricity each month and is more reasonable to fit in the area I want to place it. It also costs less to fill up :) and best of all, neither my husband nor I can be smooshed into it should it ever come down to that! Paying the exact same price for a smaller freezer than the larger one doesn't sit well with me...why pay the same for less product? I'm gonna have to keep searching and keep price checking :)
Sometimes, I wonder what on earth is that man thinking??
|An easy prompt for tonight. I'm tired, don't want to think much, so an easy one. What did you do during the 'Great Shutdown For The Upgrade' of WDC today? Tell us all the 'gory' details!
I did two things of interest. First, I got out my acrylic paints and started a Christmas painting. It has been quite a while since I attempted painting and I enjoyed it. But, once upon a time in a not so distant time, I could sit and paint for HOURS. This time, however, my fingers and hands started cramping up after only an hour of work. That was a little frustrating. I got about half done and the rest will have to wait for another day.
After my hands started their protest, I pulled out my tablet and decided to read one of the books I downloaded. It was FREE from Amazon Prime. I've read this author before and she is really good. I enjoy her stories. The book I read yesterday was "Burn You Twice" By Mary Burton. It was a mystery thriller about an arsonist who tries to burn the main character not once but twice!
Is it me or are ebooks a lot faster to read than old-fashioned paperbacks? I find I can breeze through an ebook in one day, sometimes only a few hours... whereas regular books used to take a few days. I just downloaded this book and now I'm already needing to download another one.
Oh, I baked a pan of ginger spice brownies. I sprinkled mini M&M's and mini chocolate chips over half and then, melted a can of vanilla icing and drizzled that over the whole thing. Once chilled, they become deliciously chewy like a brownie. Took some to Joe our neighbor and some to the angry neighbors as well. Everyone seemed to like them.