Sunday, April 17, 2016

Derma-gone-d...

Healing is coming along. One incision is a neat little pink scar, the other side is a fugly red welt that had me almost convinced my insides were gonna come oozing out, and my bellybutton is slowly but surely sliding back into place (although it is STILL a weird outie instead of its introverted-old-self). Yesterday I managed the 1.6km walk over to The FamBily House. Granted I spent the rest of the day resting and recuperating - but the food was yummy and the company was awesome.
On Friday I decided to spoil myself. An opportunity arose for a half hour family portrait session and I pounced on it. Z decided to act more like the family he married into than the one he was born into and actually smiled. (I may have threatened him with bodily harm...I may have been serious too, but he wasn't taking any chances.) 

The photographer was amazing. She coaxed the cutest of smiles out of Buzz. She'd also chosen a beautiful spot behind RBS for the shoot. The rainy days we dealt with early in the week had the babbling brook amped up to a nicely flowing stream.
Gan vacation is going alright so far. Buzz has been home since Wednesday. Mostly he's been 'baking' a lot in his little kitchen. I was HIGHLY amused on Thursday when I woke up from a nap to the sound of the dryer running. I was confused because I had put laundry into the washer and had fallen asleep waiting for the cycle to end. Apparently Buzz had noticed that the washer had finished, so he switched the laundry into the dryer and turned it on. He is a funny kid and gosh is he smart!
Since the house won't be ready for Pesach, we've resigned ourselves to one last weeklong holiday in The Sun House. Only problem being that I had NOT anticipated cleaning the apartment for Pesach. (Then again, I hadn't expected needing to have surgery less than a month before the holiday either...) 

Aaaanyway, as usual The Crazy Lady came to the rescue. She is graciously allowing us to move into The FamBily House for the week. That's a fifth week on Acacia in like two months. Pretty insane if you ask me. On the bright side, it means that now there's no cleaning to do. We just pack up out clothes and 'sell' all of our chametz. Easy peasy.
I'm running out of things to write about, but there were so many awesome pictures from our photo shoot that I couldn't narrow it down any further...
This was a funny shot, Buzz was afraid that Z was going to fall into the stream. He pulled with all his might to keep Z safely on his rock.
Love love love love love this kid. He's might be a handful, but he is just the sweetest.
We even cleaned out his pockets while we were out there. Crumbs for the birds, and less in the house.
I can't believe he's really four already. He's my SuperBuzz.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

118 or so...

Besides the fact that my bellybutton is still oozing gunk, and that my right hip incision is a gnarly looking lump of bruise and glue... You'd barely even know I had surgery less than two weeks ago.

Healing would probably go more quickly if I weren't constantly trying to get things done. You know, things that need to get done. Like dishes, once in a while, cause when they sit for too long the whole apartment starts to smell (and let's be honest, by the time they've sat so long that mold has grown...I really don't want to be doing them. So better earlier than never.)
Not being able to bend over is a HUGE pain in the figurative rear. And have I mentioned that the stupid gas that they pumped my abdomen up with is STILL bouncing around inside of me?! It's lodged under my stomach (as in, the actual organ) and my diaphragm. So when I inhale and exhale I feel the bubbles flutter here and there and truth be told all it does is make me insanely nauseous.
On the bright side - look at the nice yellow color we chose for Buzz's room in the new house. That is bright, literally. See what I did there?
Still grumpy, house is gross, Z has zero time for me because of school, Buzz is officially on vacation from gan as of today...

To be fair I could dehydrate or the suppurating disaster-zone that until March 31, at around noon, was an adorable innie could get infected.

Hmmmm, I suppose it COULD be worse.

Go figure.

Friday, April 08, 2016

Progression

Well - it's been a week since they sliced&diced me. I am feeling better every day.

I pushed myself and made Buzz the birthday cake that he requested. Then he decided that it couldn't be his birthday because things we had promised him had not come to pass. Apparently Pesach and moving into the the new house are mandatory prerequisites to him turning four.

I guess he'll just be 3 for a while longer.

But I was annoyed that 5 days post-op I spent hours in the kitchen making the cake that he had begged me to prepare. So I wasn't going to just let it slide quietly. I wanted pictures. Pictures of the cake, pictures of the inside of the cake, and pictures of him with the cake.

After a face-down-on-the-kitchen-floor-tantrum I made the executive decision that I would take pictures with or without him. Obviously once we set up the scene, and started singing happy birthday to Toffee he came over, curious, and eventually joined in the fun. Because, well, cake!

So in the end I got my pictures. 

I'll just count this one as a victory.






Sunday, April 03, 2016

Phrenic Pain - hitting a nerve...

Hello. It's been over a month since I last posted. I've been a little preoccupied to say the least. (Just a note - this post is not going to end on an overly happy note. If you have any complaints about that - just skip it and wait for the next post...)

March kicked off with us moving into The FamBily House for two weeks while The Parentals were in the USofA on vacation. Somebody had to cat-sit, and house-sit, and Dibble-sit. We were 'somebody'. It worked out really nicely. Buzz had a blast and was quite unhappy when the day rolled around that we actually moved back into our apartment.
The third week of March basically revolved around a crazy number of doctor appointments and pelvic ultrasounds. Apparently ovaries aren't supposed to grow 9cm complex cysts in them. Clearly, my ovary didn't get the all important memo.
And that's how it came to pass that last Thursday I spent a day and a night in the women's ward of Shaare Zedek Medical Center. "Laparoscopic surgery is a breeze." they said. "You'll be up and about in a day or two." they said. "You wont even now we did anything to you, because it's a 'procedure' NOT 'surgery'..." they said.
'They' should be shot. Repeatedly. In soft fleshy areas of their anatomy that don't result in death - just pain. So so so so so much pain. That is what 'they' deserve.
I honestly don't care that I had a 9cm complex cyst with a super thin membrane growing on my ovary. It was there but it wasn't causing any problems. I went from feeling (my version) of decent to being cut open, sore, and suffering from literally being pumped full of gas so that surgeon would have room to move the tool around inside my abdominal cavity. Sound pleasant? Yeah, it's not.
72 hours ago I arrived at the hospital, nervous but feeling fine. Now I'm stuck sitting on the couch in one position because moving causes more pain than I can type about without crying.

Simply put, this sucks.

Oh right, and I didn't even make Buzz a birthday cake.

And Pesach is in 19 days.

Monday, February 29, 2016

8 is close to 10. Right?

I got lucky(?) with leap day giving me one extra chance to sneak a second post in for February.

This month has been busy and jam-packed and exhausting (mostly in a good way).

We had birthdays, birthday outings, family reunions, and other crazy big decisions being made.
The Parentals are heading off across the pond for two weeks on a romantic getaway. We'll be living in two places as once while 'Dibble-sitting' and pet-watching. (I don't mind sitting on Dibble, but I prefer to not sit on the pets.)

Z went back to school today so that means a new semester is in full swing. This semester he will be out of the house for about 16 hours a day 3 times a week. Yeah, you read that right. Mondays, Wednesays, and Thursdays he is out from 7am until 11pm or so. It's 'only' 13 (yes, THIRTEEN not including Pesach) weeks, but I might actually go craz(ier that I already am.).

There's nowhere near enough chocolate, ice cream, or antiacids, in the world to get me through this in one piece.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Angela Adelman at your service...

Where have I been?! I'm actually not even sure where the days have been disappearing to.

Yesterday I actually made a 'little' calendar to help us countdown to moving-week. Still not sure of an exact date but one day the week of my birthday. That's good enough for now. 18 more Shabbatot to go.
I guess I missed telling you about the delicious chocolate cupcakes I made for The Crazy Lady's Hebrew birthday. Piled a mile(ish) high with real-chocolate frosting. They were delicious.

Z presented and subsequently passed his Studio presentation. That's one semester down, three more to go. Thankfully only one more semester of Studio left.
We shlepped the Parentals out to visit our house. Made the concrete, concrete. So to speak. Tortured The Crazy Lady and forced her us to the second floor - but we had mercy and didn't make her check out the basement. There will be plenty of time once there's a railing on those crazy stairs.

The roof is sealed, the plaster is done, and the wall around the lot is finished. Next up tiling, Windows, doors, and painting! 
Starting on Saturday, Buzz's allergy/asthma cough kicked into high gear. A beautiful warm weather spell has defended and it's like summer in February. Sunny and delightful, with beautiful blue skies all around. All well and good besides the fact that the kid's immune system goes completely haywire at sudden changes.

So he's been congested, and coughing, and sneezing, and running a low-grade-fever, and not sleeping which doesn't help matters.

Two trips to the dr in 15 hours and basically it's the same old story.

We kept him home today because it was better for him to rest. But this morning after his 8:45am dr appointment he was full of energy which is why we went to the big 'yellow' park. He was SO happy.
And yes, he is wearing pajamas. He opted not to get dressed since our original plan was dr then back to bed. The park didn't seem to mind his pjs, and the fresh air and sunshine were wonderful for all of us.
There are a lot of FamBily birthdays this week. One tomorrow, then a double-doozy of a day on Thursday. Good thing I bought a lot of eggs!

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Saspuppy

That movie-like moment after a long day. You put the broom back in its corner after sweeping the house and you give the kitchen counter one last wipe. As you sigh and walk out of the kitchen you catch sight of your husband and son sitting at the table and discussing current events and wonders of nature.

Tears prickle in your eyes. You slide your hand into your back pocket where you always keep a tissue handy. Instead of a tissue you pull out a crinkly layer of dried onion skin that your son snuck into your pocket while helping you prepare dinner. You can't help but smile.

Sometimes it's the small things.