Not My Usual Stalk...

Sorry I have been a bit distracted since Thanksgiving. Yes I fell head over heels in love with Twilight on cd, and have finished it and LOVED it. Yes it is better than the movie, in WAYS, only because the movie couldn't contain EVERY aspect of t, REhe book. Actually seeing the movie first made it better for me, anyways. I had faces to put to the characters and I think it made it richer for me. I AM anxious to get to the next book (on cd) but also wanna get THROUGH it, because I KNOW now that Edward isn't in it very much, from reading a blurb. Dang Stephenie Meyers for that!! So I am trying to give myself at least the time before I go to sleep and wake up before I start. Basically I "read" Twilight in the wee hours of the last two nights. Yeah I can SO read much faster, but I am not into reading books right now, for reasons that are my own. So I am very happy I was still able to enjoy it, REALLY happy I let myself, because it was excellent. I loved the romance of it all, and yes I SO want MY Edward...someday.

Anyways, that is not the real reason I have not been my usual stalking self. After the Thanksgiving post, I went to breakfast with my Dad, as I explained I was up (and miserable) since 6 am. Then we got back and I was laying on the couch, blissfully listening to Twilight when the phone rang. It was my Mom, and I was surprised, because I was going to call her myself in the next 15 minutes. She had decided, even though she is still so sick, to go into work, because she was worried at what would greet her if she waited until Monday. So I said (my Dad too) she could go in for like 4 hours then she was to wrap it up and come home. When she called, she asked if anyone else was up (she knew I was major sleep deprived) and I said...umm Dad...and Max. She was sad that the girls weren't up. I was like, I was going to call you, Dad wants you to leave now too. And she informed me that wasn't going to happen, she was NOT ready. I asked her what was wrong, and in the smallest, saddest voice that contained tears, she said " I need help". I was instantly awake and asked her what was wrong, my Dad listening in. She said there was so much work she was overwhelmed. I asked her if she wanted me to go and help her, and after a little hemming and hawing, she said YES. I asked if she wanted me to wake the girls and she paused but said no. She said to ask Dad if he would drop me off, that way only one car would be there and he agreed once I told him how upset she had sounded, just for that instant. So I hung up and got up to get ready. The phone rang, Mom said, Could you bring me a cheeseburger, fries and a drink, and sounded much more at ease, I asked Dad, he laughed and I told my Mom we would have it there soon.

SO I went, we did updating of who now owed her nothing (mandatory inservices and the 4 required IV inservices CT requires each year) and what not. I filed a few piles of records, when pain started hitting my stomach. I hadn't really eaten anything for hours by then, so it was weird. The pains kept coming, but I assumed they would go away or I would be sick, as was a tendency since the surgery. Eventually it got so bad that I went to the bathroom, hoping I would BE sick. But nothing happened, except the pain traveled up my back and up my front into my chest, making it hurt to breathe. I stayed there awhile trying not to cry as the pain was horrible. Finally I made my way back and she asked what was wrong and I explained. She told me to rest that she would be done soon and we'd go home. So I sat at her desk and tried to breathe through the pain, she kept giving me glances. The pain were constant though and would get worse, so my breathing was labored. She suggested I try to "go" (sorry if too graphic for you delicate blossoms) again so I went but the pains were unrelenting and nothing happened so I just stayed there in agony, until my Mom knocked on the door. I got out and told her the pain wasn't stopping, so she said we were going home. It took forever, the pain unbearable. Since "dumping" is a hazard after the surgery she was asking the embarassing questions, but I found it really impossible that it could be having to "go", I was in the most pain I have been in since the surgery and recovery. We got home and I doubled over in pain, lying on the kitchen floor. They were eventually able to get me to a couch where my Mom did pressing of the abdomen,etc while Sandy looked up symptoms of various things for my Mom. This continued for awhile, with me crying out in pain. My Mom eventually decided to give me one of her Amitiza's which would guarentee trips to the bathroom. The pain started to subside after an hour but then one thing was traded for another unpleasant thing. And I was sick all night. I still don't know for sure if I am ALL better, as my gallbladder and pancreas are affected after surgery and some of the symptoms could be attributed, but for now I feel better. I can say that now because it has been about 24 hours since everything finally got better.

But instead of sleepinglik the dead which I thought was inevitale after the last few days, my sleep was fitful and unpleasant. I woke today and we put up the Christmas decorations, as I HAD been the planner in. I told my Mom, I NEED to try and make this Holiday season as good as possible, since I am doing so not well emotionally, I need all the cheer I can get, so I explained this to her, well going into far more depth and feelings, and she understood and helped too even though she was sick. And except for being OCD that I can't find THREE things that we put up, I am quite happy with the house. It looks cheerful and full of spirit, and I liked hearing the music of the season as we put things in their places. Once we FIND those three items I will be much MORE happy. It just BUGS me so.

Okay as it is ridiculously late and I finished Twilight and am trying to be good and WAIT until at least tommorrow night to start "New Moon", I am off to watch this weeks Bones and Fridays soaps...or fall asleep, I am running on like 1 1/2 days sleep after 3 days! And I am COLD so I need to check the stove and see if it needs more pellets. It is 28 tonight, and I think I MAY be getting sick. My nose is a wee runny sometimes and I have a tickle inmy throat, but knowing I wouldn't CARE if I got sick, my body will probably say "ahhh screw that I will be healthy even thoug Wendy has wanted to be sick"...my body spites me.