2.7.11
This has been quite the week. I think I am coming to understand that the reason cabin fever was so dreaded was not only because it was/is psychological but because I think it is all the sickness that happens in the winter time. That said we had another bout this week. This time though it hit Greg HARD!
Monday night he came home feeling lightheaded. He ate some dinner and went to bed. Got up later to be sick. Went back to bed fully anticipating being better in the morning which is his normal duration of sickness. In the morning he was no better and he proceeded to to be sick all day. In fact when ever he saw me he was sick. It was a great day. Next day, he was still sick. This was highly unusually so we finally called Dr. Mom and she diagnosed vertigo. Just need rest and hydration. So in our super peaceful quiet and no interruptions house with all the serenity of missing work, and worrying about jobs and customers, and bills it was a very great day. The good news was that I was able to sit with Greg for a lot of the day refilling his water cup and spoon feeding him as he couldn't move his head off the pillow. That evening after running kids from scouts, and achievement days I happened to run into a neighbor who had suffered from serious vertigo last year. She recommended a balance clinic to help rotate Greg around because his crystals could have moved into the wrong spot in his ear. Granted this sounds a little new age, but at this point I was very frantic. I admit to not liking to have all the responsibility. I don't mind sick kids for weeks on end because I can still rely on him. And you know aids are always needy, but a sick husband with no improvement was just very unnerving. So when Thursday rolled around and nothing was better we got appointments set up and went to the doctor. We were there for a whopping 2+ hours. They poked and made him take some tests. Then the really tortured him they made him move his head from one side to the other. Being that Greg had not stood completely upright for 3 days, this was excruciating. However, after the exercises he was able to stand up and to stay standing without nausea. This was almost a miracle. So he treated me to Mexican food for lunch- which is a major occasion as he hates Mexican food. Anyway it has been up hill in a good way since then. He had to do the rotations for another 24 hours 3x a day but he was able to work on friday and saturday.
I have to say this experience caused much introspection. This fall I was having some health stuff going on. Nothing serious just some new pains and the summation from several sources was you are getting older deal with it. You have to take better care of yourself and be more mindful of stuff like nutrition and sleep. They are not optional if you want to keep feeling good or not feeling your body. You know noticing something hurts. So as Greg lay in bed we talked about the need to make some changes. Although he is amazingly strong, even he needs some down time. It also made me admire even more the single moms or the moms who's husbands are deployed. The moms who are doing this alone day in and day out. No one to vent or rely on. That's a tough road and you are amazing warriors to just get up and keep going everyday. My hats and prayers off to you.
So being that our life was officially in crisis mode this week we didn't do much. We did go to the local catholic parish for their groundhogs day fundraiser dinner. My mother in law stood in for GReg. And we were literally the last table there. I don't know why we are always the LAST people to functions I think Dr. Phil says its a form of control. I think it is more life being out of control. As we were late by a number of other situations happening simultaneously. Oh well. We gave them our money and we showed we love the catholics too by going to their event. I still wish they would change their menu to pancakes and sausage instead of mashed potatoes and sausage but it's still good not to have to cook and to see friends.
Thursday I attended a "Pig out" Party. A chance to pig out before beginning a competitive diet with a cash prize. I'm not doing the diet as the control thing is an issue. I am trying to be at peace with me and realize my plate is very full and I am/ will do the best I can with where I am at right now. So I enjoyed the socialization again with a different group than I usually socialize and laughed a lot which was so needed this week. I do like this diet as it focuses or rewards good changes like prayer, personal scripture study, and journaling. So encouragement and reflection which I think are crucial to loosing weight for real.
This weekend we have been doing farm chores. Our neighbor is ill so we do her chicken chores and feed her cows. We also feed our chickens, cows, & pigs. And additionally were responsible for Greg's parents herd while they were out of town. Apart from me getting the water tractor stuck on a ridiculous piece of ice and not knowing the tractor had 4 wheel drive so having to drive all the way home in our super efficient excursion to call greg for help. Which is HUMILIATING! It was okay. Did I mention how much I hate hay in my hair and in my clothes? Oh well. The smell of manure is somewhat calming and it is priceless to work together as a family to get a job accomplished I do love that. The kids eat up the time with their dad. And I think it is good they are learning the skills of proper fence building and feeding animals.
Mark excited to go with dad.
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Mr. Reed loving dad- he says dad dad all day hoping to see his dad.
The kids and Greg headed to chores on the four wheeler.
Addy returning from chores and Anna happy to be 1/2 way done.
John showing off his bow he made from baling string. The most handy farm tool.
And Aliza none to happy to be going to do chores. She is also sick so we'll not say anything about her lack of enthusiasm.
So our best to you. Just count yourself lucky not to have to battle manure with the mud in your house keeping. And know that we are well and truly thankful for our opportunities to make memories and be a family. What a gift it is to have a group of people to be miserable, happy, sad, and most of all to be together with through thick and thin.
Monday night he came home feeling lightheaded. He ate some dinner and went to bed. Got up later to be sick. Went back to bed fully anticipating being better in the morning which is his normal duration of sickness. In the morning he was no better and he proceeded to to be sick all day. In fact when ever he saw me he was sick. It was a great day. Next day, he was still sick. This was highly unusually so we finally called Dr. Mom and she diagnosed vertigo. Just need rest and hydration. So in our super peaceful quiet and no interruptions house with all the serenity of missing work, and worrying about jobs and customers, and bills it was a very great day. The good news was that I was able to sit with Greg for a lot of the day refilling his water cup and spoon feeding him as he couldn't move his head off the pillow. That evening after running kids from scouts, and achievement days I happened to run into a neighbor who had suffered from serious vertigo last year. She recommended a balance clinic to help rotate Greg around because his crystals could have moved into the wrong spot in his ear. Granted this sounds a little new age, but at this point I was very frantic. I admit to not liking to have all the responsibility. I don't mind sick kids for weeks on end because I can still rely on him. And you know aids are always needy, but a sick husband with no improvement was just very unnerving. So when Thursday rolled around and nothing was better we got appointments set up and went to the doctor. We were there for a whopping 2+ hours. They poked and made him take some tests. Then the really tortured him they made him move his head from one side to the other. Being that Greg had not stood completely upright for 3 days, this was excruciating. However, after the exercises he was able to stand up and to stay standing without nausea. This was almost a miracle. So he treated me to Mexican food for lunch- which is a major occasion as he hates Mexican food. Anyway it has been up hill in a good way since then. He had to do the rotations for another 24 hours 3x a day but he was able to work on friday and saturday.
I have to say this experience caused much introspection. This fall I was having some health stuff going on. Nothing serious just some new pains and the summation from several sources was you are getting older deal with it. You have to take better care of yourself and be more mindful of stuff like nutrition and sleep. They are not optional if you want to keep feeling good or not feeling your body. You know noticing something hurts. So as Greg lay in bed we talked about the need to make some changes. Although he is amazingly strong, even he needs some down time. It also made me admire even more the single moms or the moms who's husbands are deployed. The moms who are doing this alone day in and day out. No one to vent or rely on. That's a tough road and you are amazing warriors to just get up and keep going everyday. My hats and prayers off to you.
So being that our life was officially in crisis mode this week we didn't do much. We did go to the local catholic parish for their groundhogs day fundraiser dinner. My mother in law stood in for GReg. And we were literally the last table there. I don't know why we are always the LAST people to functions I think Dr. Phil says its a form of control. I think it is more life being out of control. As we were late by a number of other situations happening simultaneously. Oh well. We gave them our money and we showed we love the catholics too by going to their event. I still wish they would change their menu to pancakes and sausage instead of mashed potatoes and sausage but it's still good not to have to cook and to see friends.
Thursday I attended a "Pig out" Party. A chance to pig out before beginning a competitive diet with a cash prize. I'm not doing the diet as the control thing is an issue. I am trying to be at peace with me and realize my plate is very full and I am/ will do the best I can with where I am at right now. So I enjoyed the socialization again with a different group than I usually socialize and laughed a lot which was so needed this week. I do like this diet as it focuses or rewards good changes like prayer, personal scripture study, and journaling. So encouragement and reflection which I think are crucial to loosing weight for real.
This weekend we have been doing farm chores. Our neighbor is ill so we do her chicken chores and feed her cows. We also feed our chickens, cows, & pigs. And additionally were responsible for Greg's parents herd while they were out of town. Apart from me getting the water tractor stuck on a ridiculous piece of ice and not knowing the tractor had 4 wheel drive so having to drive all the way home in our super efficient excursion to call greg for help. Which is HUMILIATING! It was okay. Did I mention how much I hate hay in my hair and in my clothes? Oh well. The smell of manure is somewhat calming and it is priceless to work together as a family to get a job accomplished I do love that. The kids eat up the time with their dad. And I think it is good they are learning the skills of proper fence building and feeding animals.
Mark excited to go with dad.
Mr. Reed loving dad- he says dad dad all day hoping to see his dad.
The kids and Greg headed to chores on the four wheeler.
Addy returning from chores and Anna happy to be 1/2 way done.
John showing off his bow he made from baling string. The most handy farm tool.
And Aliza none to happy to be going to do chores. She is also sick so we'll not say anything about her lack of enthusiasm.
So our best to you. Just count yourself lucky not to have to battle manure with the mud in your house keeping. And know that we are well and truly thankful for our opportunities to make memories and be a family. What a gift it is to have a group of people to be miserable, happy, sad, and most of all to be together with through thick and thin.
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