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.

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.

More Stress

Let’s see mother’s day has come and gone with a high amount of stress and tension, yesterday there was an elevated level of stress with us worrying about Rui’s family with the earthquake, today we ran out of money and tomorrow we’ll have to wait and see what happens.  I guess it could always get worse but does it ever get better?  The good news is that with rising gas prices over the summer Kat will be able to drive into work and hopefully convince her bosses to give her a gas allowance so we can atleast afford some of it without having to rely on my parent’s fuel card and having them foot the bill.  I’m not the begging type so things are in really bad shape when I ask for help.  Oooh now that I think about it the annual trip to North Carolina is not this weekend but the next and we get to figure out how to pay for it.  Looks like I may have to resort to begging after all.  Wish me luck.

P.S. I put this under the politics category because the rising gas prices are directly corrolated to bad politics. 

I Was Wrong

I thought on my last post that the worst was over.  I was quite mistaken.  Later that very same day some bone head rear ended us on 275 down in Tampa.  The very next day Becky passed away.  The day after that we spent on the road headed home.  The next day we went to the viewing and finally on Easter Sunday we had the funeral.  Things are calming down and settling back into the routine but things are still chaotic.  Since I have a hard time managing stress I can’t quite cope with all that’s happened and am well on my way to having a nervous break down.  Yesterday I had an anxiety attack so bad I though I was having a heart attack which didn’t exactly help matters.  Things are slowing down so It’ll all be okie dokie I just need to find time to get back to my doctor and see what she has to think about all this and if she can offer any suggestions.  I doubt she can but it’s worth a shot.

A Few Bad Weeks

The past few weeks have been horrible. About four weeks ago I found out that one of my grandmothers, Nell, had leukemia. She passed on the seventh right at one in the afternoon. Well after helping the family along with all that I finally get slowed down and back into the routine. Then very early Tuesday morning (12:46 am to be exact) I get a phone call from my grandmother in Florida that my father had a heart attack. We packed up and followed my step-mom down and I’m writing this on the wireless network in the hospital. He’s doing better. Three stints a heart catheter and lots of happy drugs will do that to you. He had a 100% blockage in his right coronary artery so it’s a small wonder that he’s still alive. To top it off Kat’s cousin who also had leukemia is back in the hospital with a very bad blood infection. Poor thing’s in bad shape. Most of her systems have shut down and she’s on life support and dialysis. The good news is they have identified one type of infection so she’s on the proper antibiotics to fight it but it’s still tough on everybody. The past few weeks have just been awful but fortunately the worst is over.