Just an Update

We’ve now found out that there’s a Nestle recall for some tubs of cookie dough we have.  It carries one of the most dangerous strains of the e-coli bacteria.  We think that Kat has it and that’s what’s been causing her stomach cramping.  She’s had the diarrhea since she’s been off the pain medicine (appearently pain medicine causes you to become constipated) and if it’s progressed bad enough it can cause renal damage and get into the blood which is exceptionally dangerous.  If it did get into Kat’s blood there’s a large probability that it caused the miscarriage.  If it turns out that that’s the case I will do everything in my power to get Nestle shut down.  They would atleast pay for all the hospital visits and ideally if it did cause the miscarriage then I would say they would owe us a monetary value equivalent from the time the baby would have been born to the time it turned eighteen and was able to move out.  I can start at one billion a year.  Of course ideally that would be after taxes.  But that will never happen.  If the e-coli from the cookie dough caused everything we’d be luck to get them to pay half of the medical bills and we certainly wouldn’t get a value on a life.  The courts wouldn’t allow it.  They’re there to help big business and keep liability costs down.  That’s why Nestle is saying to throw away all possibly contaminated substances: there won’t be a way to trace the cookie dough if no one has any to test.

Ill Omens

You would think that with as many bad things that have happened I would recognize the signs when bad things are about to occur.  Today we received word of possibly the most devistating news parents can hear: we lost our baby today.  We go in for surgery in the morning to remove the fetus.  No more posts for a while on the subject of pregnancy or babies.

Strange Things are Afoot

Bizarre things are happening around the (insert family name here) household.  Earlier today I got home and started the dishwasher and everything was honky dory.  Well I do some massive rearranging in Jessy’s room (she’s gone now.  She went home Wednesday) and I go in the kitchen to get a drink of my red cream soda I left in there.  I stop dead in my tracks however when I start hearing music.  At first I thought it was my Ipod station playing but I quickly realized that A) it wasn’t plugged in and B) I had my Ipod on my hip.  I thought I was just imagining it so I stopped to listen to it.  I stood there listening for somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes.  I thought that maybe it was the dishwasher but the noises in the dishwasher were too inconsistent.  I heard something over the sound of the dishwasher.  To make matters more peculiar I moved 1.1 and 2.0’s beds to Jessy’s room and we put 2.0 down to sleep in it alone to try and get her in her own bed before the new baby arrives (December First is the due date but seeing as the last two have come three weeks early odds are good this one will too) so she’s up there asleep.  I moved the baby monitor in there to watch her (duh that’s a given) and all of a sudden Kat and I hear this strange noise coming from our receiver.  It sounded like a door opening.  I go upstairs to investigate and discover that nothing is out of the ordinary except for one small thing: there is a sound like a baby screaming in searing pain echoing though the two bedrooms and the bathroom.  I stand and listen to it for a moment and it persists and I gradually begin to loose my cool.  I grab 2.0 and return to our bed.  Still the sound permeates the air via the receiver.  I go back to investigate and realize that it is becoming louder.  I also notice that the cat is running back and forth though the house but is refusing to go into the bathroom (could be she’s traumatized because it’s used as a detention chamber for her) and the sound only grows stronger.  I poke my head out the front door and can hear nothing which leads me to believe that the sound is coming from within the house.   I freak out but only internally.  I return to the primary sleeping quarters (which until today housed four of the five members of this home [one of which is now at home across the Atlantic.])  We then hear the sound of dogs barking though the receiver.  I return to Ground Zero and it’s confirmed that there are indeed now dogs barking.  The crying continues.  Finally we shut the door and spend another twenty minutes or so pondering on what exactly it could be.  Kat suggested it may be a cat in heat trapped under the house or right outside the windows on the far side of the house which would explain why I hear it inside the house but not outside.  Sorry sweetie but I’m still not convinced.  I’ll keep posts running about more occurrences like this.

Cool Thing!

Cool thing happened yesterday evening: 1.1 lost her first tooth!  Kat pulled it right out.  Pictures to follow soon hopefully.

Just an Update

Kat’s still pregnant which is a good thing.  We heard the baby’s heartbeat yesterday which was very rapid but then again it’s supposed to be.  We’ve been stressing about it and to make matters worse we have a court date today and the attorney’s office has phones that are not working.  I don’t know if they packed up and closed down or what’s going on but it bothers me terribly.  The only thing we can do is hope everything’s alright.  Wish us luck.

Bad Week

Well let’s see.  Monday was ok I guess.  Tuesday wasn’t that great.  Well Monday was spent with me putting the new serpentine belt back on my engine because it slipped off again.  Tuesday it died though.  Not sure what happend but it started sounding and smoking like a tractor trailer and died completely about three hundred yards from the house.  A nice man named Franklin Cochran stopped and towed me to the house.  Wednesday we went car shopping and Kat got one in her name for ten grand.  That was with 1000 down so our savings account is depleated to just over 60 dollars.  Thursday we found out the insurance is going to be about 200 dollars a month.  Friday we took 2.0 to the hospital with bloody poopie.  The doctors said it was a food dye which we figured was spaghetti-o’s once the second diaper came out orange.  The first one being blood red still doesn’t convince me even after they checked for hemoglobin.  Today we went to the zoo and that’s the first time anything’s worked out this week.  So it must be getting better.  I’ll keep you posted so if things get better or worse you’ll know.

Bad Weekend

Seriously.  This was one of the worse weekends I’ve had since I had to build the chicken house and put the kitchen floor down.   We ended up going to the emergency room twice for 2.0.  Saturday she fell and busted her lip on the hardwood floor in the living room and Sunday she had a severe allergic reaction to something.  Yesterday we got a copy of her record from Barrow Medical (we were up in Winder for a party) and there were a few inconsistancies.  For example they said she had no trouble breathing which is a flat out lie.  It got to the point where she whe was wheezy and had pleanty of trouble breathing.  They also said they took her temerature and O2 readings a second time before we left which is a lie.  So far Barrow Medical is right up on my list of bad hospitals with Henry Medical and Southern Regional.  Appearently it’s an American ideal that hospitals have to be bad.  I don’t know why but it is.  They have no sense of compassion or even common sense.  Everything they do is slow and usually irrational.  The doctors are usually good but in the case of this weekend the one at Barrow was just some black dude with a degree that didn’t really know what he was talking about.  She still was in the middle of the reaction when he sent her home.  It had cleared lots but was starting to break out again.  One of the other doctors said to keep her for a little while longer but we were dicharged anyway.  She’s ok now though which is all that matters.  Oh also the doctor gave her an excessively high dosage of her medicine.  He wrote down to give her one teaspoon four times a day when that is a dangerous dosage for her age.  It should be one teaspoon per day which is what her PCP changed it to.  So yeah that guy really agrivated me but fortunately we never have to see any of them again.

Vacation Time

Well not really.  The girls are off from school which means Jess, our exchange student, gets to help me clean house.  It’s day two of the vacation and we have done nothing but watch television.  1.1 is in florida with her father doing whatever it is that his parents want them to do but she did get to go swimming even though it was in a pool and still enjoyed it.  I wish I could say I have some extra time and could do something like learn to play my guitar or learn how to write a video game but I really don’t have any time to spare.  I’m taking time out to do this before I go back to cleaning the living room and cleaning the kitchen.  I’ve noticed myself taking on traces of my mother’s OCD and am getting quietly fanatical about keeping the house clean.  Fortunately she’s on medicine for it so you can’t eat off the floors anymore but it’s still remarkably spot-less especially considering that she and my step father work all the time.  She’s actually in Boston for a class with her job (I think anyway, on second thought I think she’s repairing more computers up there) and gets to get away from keeping up the house and such atleast for a little while.  I on the other hand have to worry about it everyday.  No matter how much I clean it gets messy again.  I just wish we could go somewhere this week since school’s out.  I may take Jess to the High Museum of Art downtown to see what all’s going on there.  Through next year they’re supposed to have exhibits from the Louvre and starting in November they’ll be playing host to a selection of the Terracotta soldiers from China.  Rui, our other exchange student from last year (who’s staying with us when she’s not a boarding school this year) wants to go when they get here.  I’ll say that I’m quite interested in it too.  Anyway.  I digress too much.  Now I’m not even sure what I was wanting to write about when I started but it looks like I have a pretty good entry anyway.  So Farewell and good bye.  I think I’ll take the rest of the day off and do a little writing on one of my numerous novellas I’ve started.

No I’m Not Dead

Well it’s been about six weeks since my last post and I’m sure many of you thought I had given up eather writing or living.  Nah.  I’ve just been busy.  1.1 is sick today so I’m nursing her back to health and figured I’d take a moment to regurgitate some of my life the past several weeks.  We’ve had our chickens and ducks (at least some of them) start laying eggs and we’re having lots of pound cake to celebrate (apparently this is the recipe she’s most fond of making with her new eggs) the first one being key lime and the second being plain.  We’re awaiting strawberries and whipped cream to make strawberry short cake.  In addition to new food stuffs we also had lightning strike and destroy several of our most beloved appliances including our cable modem, wireless router, stereo system and several others and all pretty major stuff including the two trees that are closest to our house.  Fortunately nothing has come down yet but that doesn’t mean it won’t.  Now it you’ll excuse me I’m going to kill my computer.  This few minute rant has taken me over twenty minutes to write because my computer keeps freezing up.  Windows Sucks!  Microsoft is an abomination that must be purged from the planet!

First Haircut

2.0 got her first real haircut yesterday!  She now has bangs.  She’s had haircuts before but only to cut out gum, food and candy.  Now she has one to keep her hair out of her face.