Bittersweet

My dad received these during a lunch with an old friend the other day. He had taken them in 1976 when we lived in Westminster, CA. He had heard about my brother's passing and dug them out to give to my dad. So thoughtful!

The first two are my dad and my brother, and I bet you can guess who the fashionista is sitting with the cutey little boy and his car....


Yep. JEN-YOU-WINE fur coat baby.

The Moment You've All Been Waiting For

More news about my urethra! The referral for the new specialist to go have that new special test which the super specialist could not do had not yet come through and the neurontin experiment was not working. Well....with the exception of it helping me sleep and make nice to people, and stopped the tremors in my hands. Sadly though, none of these were what the prescription was intended for. So, when I met with the gynecologist who is part of my Primary Care Manager system, and has to approve and submit referrals, I explained to him that I am done. I do not want to see any more doctors, there is nothing medically more that can be done about this situation, and the shot-in-the-dark medication did not help ~ not.even.one.bit. He said that decision was certainly mine to make and should I change my mind at some point, we can certainly revisit. I suggested that I should stop taking the medication (and not because I don't like it) and he agreed that would be wise. I told him my concerns about stopping it cold turkey with the way it had affected me and he said I could taper off however I felt comfortable. I am currently weaning from that and I am down to half of what I was taking. I already am crankier and more prone to irritation, and my hands have begun trembling again. Such is life.

So here is the bottom line. Science is exhausted. Man can do nothing. If healing comes ~ it will be the Great Physician who healed. And you will see me shouting that from the rooftops.

New Job Every Day (Otherwise Known As Spam)

Has Michael Vincent been working to find anyone else a new job as diligently as he has been working for me? Maybe he has only had time to focus on me since nearly every day in my email he notifies me that he has found me yet another new job. Astounding the dedication this man has for me. Really.

Been sick since Saturday with a bad throat and still having to do most of the stuff on my schedule. I delivered some pictures on Monday morning and I was feeling so crummy. The delivery did not go well, and I left feeling less than satisfied. I am in the process of making right with the client, but like I said - I've been sick. It's failures like that which plant the seed of "quit" and the seed of "you're not good enough".

Started antibiotics last night and already see improvement this morning! Which is good because I am expecting to have about 20 people around my table for dinner tomorrow and today, although I cannot finish our work in progress of a home, I can at least make it clean and welcoming.

I went to the newer gynecologist for a follow-up about my urethra last week. I'll tell you more about that in another post.

I also have had a post brewing for many weeks now about perspective and perception. Maybe since I claimed it here, I will have to write it for sure.

I Quit Obstetrics School Halfway Through....

....having my hand inside a turkey tookus trying to convince the neck to come out through the opening and pondering whether I would have to enlist the tongs.

I have been extra absent lately and still super busy. I guess we all know it's that time of year. Today I am homebound, editing pictures and roasting a turkey for the squadron Thanksgiving party this evening.

It's gross. I know now that I could never deliver babies. Too bad all that medical school is going to go to waste.




Here are my efforts thus far. Perhaps you will get more updates throughout the day. Perhaps not.


and here it is all covered up in it's nice warm tent...

November 15, 1995

November 15, 1995 was a day that will live in infamy......
It was a day like no other (at least no other that I had ever experienced) On November 15, 1995 my husband and I checked into Parkview Community Hospital in Riverside, California for a scheduled c-section. FINALLY.

I was pregnant with twins at 37 1/2 weeks gestation. I had gestational diabetes, a club foot, and my knees were barely able to support the extra 72 pounds I had gained. My very good and very generous friend had actually bought us a new California King size bed for a wedding gift and that was the ONLY reason that we could still fit into one together.

This is boy twin. He was born at 7:57am at 9 pounds 1/2 ounce (his head was 15cm!!!)

This is girl twin. She was born at 7:58am at 6 pounds 14 ounces

Just yesterday I came across a couple in the store who were carting around their own set of toddler twins. I whispered that mine were turning 13 and that it DOES get easier and funner. They really couldn't believe me, but I promised them.

Today my twins turned 13. You can read my earlier post including thoughts on my children growing up, but I will add this....
When I was shopping for their gifts, I DID get a little bit veklempt. But I won't admit it twice.

Proof That The South Does Indeed Have Seasons

and not just Love-Bug season either!

Exercise Your Rights!

I am so excited to report that I exercised my right to vote which is protected under the 19th amendment to the Constitution of the United States!!

Now you do the same!!