Best & Worst of the Weekend

My weekend was truly a tale of two opposites.

Friday we had a divine braai at friends (Cliff consumed way too much wine and woke with a bit of headache ) so I woke up on Saturday all happy and ready for the day.  Got showered, dressed and headed off to work to make sure that all was on track for the function we were hosting later that day.  Got into work, had a cup of tea, caught up on emails and then heanded up to the function room to make sure all was on track – 11h00.  Room was not set up.  Cue confused look on my face.  I raced downstairs to ask the ops team what time they were setting up the room as guests were due at 14h30 and they looked at me blankly.  “WHAT FUNCTION?”  My heart froze and I could actually hear my nothing to worry about murmur suck the blood back into the valve.  “The XX&Y function…”  “Is that TODAY?  I thought it was for 29th April!!!”  FUCK!!!  Proceed to race around like a blue arsed fly, get room set up, race to kitchen to make sure chef is on course!  Chef is also confused, he did not get my correspondance about the function…. DOUBLE FUCK!!!  Chef gets cracking and gets rockets shoved up the other chefs cracks to get the food sorted out.

 I then have to rush off to get some documents and as I jump onto the hiway (seriously wishing I had the bat mobile at my use) I notice my petrol light come on.  I am sure I am going to make it to my destination when WHAM I run out of petrol in the FAST lane of the hiway.  YIKES!  Not a good place to run out of petroleum at all.  The arsehole guy driving behind me missed hitting me by two milimetres as I coasted onto the grassy verge.  Cue the phone call no wife should ever have to make (simply cos the ragging and teasing one endures afterwards is seriously painfull).  Hubby pulls up behind me 35 minutes later only to find that we cannot pour the petrol into my car cos the cannister he used does not get all the way to the opening in my car.  SHIT!!!  I had to use my beautiful Kruger National Park map book as a funnel (which does not work so well by the way) and ended up reeking of petrol the whole evening!  And boy, what a mission to get back ONTO the hiway… not an easy one but a mission that we had to accept if we wanted to get anywhere… I think my bum grew hands and held onto my seat as I had to take the smallest of small gaps to zoom back onto the road from the grassy verge.  Who knew that Fiat Palio’s did such awesome wheel spins? (Jhb Municipality, my sincere apologies for the grass that was spun up by my undercover drag race persona, but it was par for the course baby, par for the course…) After this little debacle I REALLY felt like a huge glass of anything alcoholic but decided to indulge my racing heart with a cappucino with cream instead.  Understandbly I win the prize for biggest doffie of the weekend…  By the way, honey bunny hubby, the petrol cracks have to stop.

Sunday was divine in comparison, excellent church service, chilled out afternoon puttering at home and then a relaxed evening with my in laws.  *Giggle* I have to tell a quick story about my nephew… He was horsing around with his Dad in the lounge after supper and was boxing and karate chopping etc.  Next thing we know, there is this little round chocolate ball on the carpet, he steps in it and gets upset.  His Dad asks him what it was, he says “um, chocolate?” and the Dad bends down picks it up and smells it and is like “My boy, did you have an accident?”  The little one blushes and whispers “um, yes…” He gets scooped up and is raced to the loo with all of us hosing ourselves… We are thinking we might have to call  him “Bokdrol Bryce” from now on. *Giggle* 

My bad mind goes to the place of imagining my poor brother in law popping the “chocolate” into his mouth, it makes me laugh out loud… Does that make me weird and nutty?  Yes?  Good.

Brain Drain

Because my brain is abolute moosh today, and I cannot seem to construct a decent sentence, I thought I would post a picture that I took with my fancy smancy camera while in the Drakensburg last year.  Pretty nice hey?

(This photo post was inspired by Super M at Bugged and her Joburg at Night picture)

Bored Yet?

I fear I am becoming a dreadful bore. 

All I have in my head at this stage is the when question. When am I going to stop feeling so tired?  When will those delightful yellow bruises in my belly button on on top of my va jay-jay go away?  When I see the doc for the follow up I wonder when he will start me on the stims for this IVF?  When will I start the stims? When should I expect to have my ER?  When should I know if I am finally pregnant? When I am pregnant, how many RL friends should I tell?  When?  When? When?  AAARRGGGHHH!  I am so boring I am driving myself masugar!!!

And on top of this, I cannot seem to stand the sight of my poor husband.  He told our family on Sunday that I am a tad hormonal – Ouch!  If I am bad on JUST estrofem can you possibly imagine how bad I might be when I start “proper” meds?  The poor man! NO! Poor me! Asshole!  Who the heck does he think he is telling ppl I am hormonal – he wants hormonal, I’ll give him hormonal… 

Yes, sadly that is what I have become in the last few days…

A dreadful harridan of hormal boringness.

T.I.R.E.D.

That is what I am today.  For the life of me I cannot snap out of it.  My eyes are all scratchy, I am literally battling to keep them open… if I blink for a nano second longer than needed I’m afraid I am going to fall fast asleep at my desk and possibly start drooling over my keyboard.

Think this might be another really odd symptom of the estrofem?  Or perhaps I am just used to my post operative snooze fest?

Darn, another 4 hours till end of day… ooi pelooi!

Side Effects?

According to Dr Google I should expect the following side effects (if any) from taking estrofem:

• breast tenderness
• nausea
• headaches
• spotting or strange bleeding

For the record I am suffering from none of the above (which I reckon must be a good thing cos the only cases it occured in was in menopausal women), I have however had one side effect that is not listed on the world wide web – odd dreams…

Now you all might be thinking – what kind of odd dreams?  Alas I cannot say that I am now dreaming overtly sexual mind boggling dreams filled with technicolour swirls and “Sugar man” renditions echoing in the background, but they have been rather odd of late… 

Take last night for instance – I was working for Branglelina (think I was some kind of administrative assistant or something) and was around for the birth of her twins (or singleton depending on what gossip mag you have read recently).  I lived with them in a palatial presidential suite which had elephants (a la Sun City’s Lost Palace) growing out of the walls…  Angie loved me SO much that she agreed to fund as many IVF’s as I needed as long as I used Brads sperm (hmmmm, he does have good sperm so maybe this might not have been such a bad condition, mind you think Cliff might have had a little issue with this…) Oh, and Brad - he totally thought I ROCKED!

The night before I was developing super sanitary pads that did not yield the disgust factor to those forced to use them post operatively. Odd indeed!

Cannot wait to see what my decidedly strange brain dreams up tonight…

Sore, Swollen & Positive…

I got to the hospital at 12h00 yesterday, was given a bed, changed into those delicious hospital gowns and settled in to wait for my turn in the theatre.  The nurses were great but I did have to mention that I thought it was a bit nasty to have the tea & coffee station next to my bed – I had not eaten since 06h00 and by that time my tummy was growling and I was severely craving a cup of tea

I was the last patient of the day, so only got into theatre at 16h30, (wanted to eat my arm by that stage of the day).  Dr V was such a honey, he held my hand until I was out for the count and the anesthetist is my hero – no narness or strange after feelings from the anesthetic.  The laparoscopy and hysteroscopy went well. I am a little sore and swollen today, with a tiny bit of shoulder pain, but am really happy that I am not half as sore as I was with my last lap.

Results of the lap as follows:

My ovaries were stuck to the peritoneal (? think that is what Dr V said was still a bit out of it) wall and Dr V could not release the left one but managed to work the right one free. Apparently this was caused by endometriosis and my last lap… He also had to remove a septum from my usterus.  He basically told me that I have to get pregnant sooner rather than later cos if I don’t my chances reduce dramatically. I had to throw the BCP away (yay) and am now taking estrofem twice a day until 3rd April and then have to team it up with provera from the 4th April till the 08th April, then provera only on the 09th and 10th. We have our follow up appointment with Dr V on the 07th where he wants to go through the operation DVD with us.

So IVF # 1 is on course! I must admit that I am little scared that this is all moving so fast, but am also really positive about the course of action.  I have to believe with all my heart that IVF #1 will work and that I will soon be pregnant with my baby(s). 

So, if any of you pray, please send one up for Cliff and I… it would be much appreciated and I will definitely return the favour!

Time to take a cat nap!

Annoyed, you bet ya! *UPDATED*

I am seriously annoyed now!  I booked and paid for my procedure over a week ago and when I called today to find out what time I am due at the clinic tomorrow, I have been told that I am not on the list!

Severely unimpressed right now!  Was promised 30 minutes ago that I would be called back in 10 minutes.  Giving them until 13h30, then I am calling back…

*Update* So they managed to squash me in after all – 12h30 tomorrow. 

Eeeeeeek!

Oh my word!!! I found a GREY hair on my head today!!!  Yikes!  I know that in 93 days I will be hitting the big 30 but seriously?  A GREY hair already?  What a way to remind me of that old biological clock hey?

Crazy things you have done?

I was thinking about some of the crazy things I have done in my life last night, and actually really miss the wild child that I used to be… I have white water rafted, sky dived, bungee jumped, go carted  and canopy toured.   

I used to be completely open to many different things and was willing to try anything at least once.  I am forced to admit that I have grown up of late… In a way I am glad that I have grown up, I am more ready now to be a Mom than I would have been a few years ago (putting oneself in danger is not a good way to stay a Mom if you are one), I have matured and think more carefully about decisions I make in life.   I appreciate the simpler things in life more and am not always thinking of the next trill ride to get my kicks…. BUT, on the other hand I miss that girl too…

When I first decided to sky dive I was a tender 17 year old but I was fully into it.  I had to get my parents to sign an indemnity (Mom freaked, Dad was kinda proud of me), it took some convincing but I managed to get their signatures and did my first tandem jump.  It was like nothing on earth!  The hot cramped plan ride up to altitude, the buffeting noise when the plane door whips open, the cold that carresses you tightly stealing the blush your cheeks held just moments ago from the heat, the fear of thinking “Oh shit, what am I doing?”.  The concentration of shuffling forward to the door and praying that you don’t forget what to do…  Words cannot describe seeing the horizon come level with your eyes while the wind blows so hard your cheeks feel like they are being sucked into your brain.  The free fall is the most free you will ever feel, the canopy ride to the ground is an almost sacred time – you have time to think, take it all in and feel the sun hit your skin…  Aw man, I was HOOKED.  I often think to myself that what I felt sky diving must be what addicts feel – that rush, the feeling of being completely alive and free – except with my rush I never had that sickening paranoid “come down”.  I went on to complete a further 8 sky dives, then the club where I lived closed down and I stopped jumping.  My heart broke.  I often think back to that time and want to go back and take that ride again and again….

A few years ago, while on holiday, I decided to do the Bloukrans Bungee.  (The highest in the world – 216 metres) It was a completely spontaneous decision, we had stopped there to check out all the other fools who were jumping off a bridge…. and I said to Cliff, “I wanna do it!”  I lashed out the credit card, he and my mate paid for the walk to the bridge and next thing I knew I was being strapped in and briefed for the jump of my life!  I thought I was prepared for this, I mean I had sky dived for heavens sake…. My heart thumped so hard I could practically hear my murmur whispering in my ears, and I will NEVER forget the feeling of that rope being let over the side of the bridge.  It is SO heavy that it literally jerks your bound feet forward, I still think that if those okes had not been holding onto me I would have been pulled over the side way before I was ready.  5..4…3….2….1…. BUNGEE!!! You don’t hear the war cry cos you are so scared, then you are over the edge and again the wind screams in your head – bounce, up again, bounce, swing around, take it all in – experience it all!!!  I was a screamer but that scream that ripped from my throat was PURE JOY!  Ecstasy even! I would do this again in a heart beat!

   

Then I tried canopy tours while on conference at my old job.  AWESOME!  Ravening on zip lines across gorges above tree tops is just something you have to experience.  You control your speed and the views are amazing!  The staff at canopy tours are so divine…. It was such a good experience I had to take Cliff and some mates back to celebrate his 2006 birthday.  Not one person did not love this trill ride!

I guess that girl is still part of me, I just need to remember she exists and let her loose more often…

What crazy things have you chaps done in your lifetime?

Can you sleep when the wind blows?

My Mom (I love her to death) emailed this to me yesterday, I thought I would share it with you all, it really gave me a different perspective…

Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the Awful storms that raged across the Atlantic,  Wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received A steady stream of refusals.  Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him. “Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.  Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk,  and the farmer felt satisfied with the man’s work. Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand’s sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, “Get up!  A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!”   The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred.  The shutters were tightly secured.  Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

The moral of this story?

When you’re prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life? The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm. We secure ourselves against the storms of life by grounding ourselves in the Word of God. We don’t need to understand, we just need to hold His hand to have peace in the middle of storms.