She's the one in the middle. Upper middle. I don't have any sons.
So, Rick is in pain. Rick is in P A I N. PPPPPPPPAIN!!! Nothing new for him, though. He lives in pain and he just grits his teeth and bears it. Poor guy.
Every couple of years the pain is so extreme that we have to take him to the Emergency Room and beg them to admit him ... praying for the surgery, any surgery, that will ease his pain. We made that trip in November (right before Thanksgiving) and we made that trip again last Thursday night.
Let me back up and say that Rick has been trying to get in to see a new spine doctor. He wants NO MORE SURGERIES and he wants NO MORE REHAB/nursing homes. So, he took it upon himself to find a new doctor that might give him some relief. Oddly enough, he picked a doctor that is reknown in our area and, of course, impossible to get in the see. Remember, this man is in extreme pain right now ... so being told that there were no more appointments in December was a big disappointment. But he preferred to wait it out and just grin and bear it, again.
Fast forward to Thursday night when I took him to the ER. I was prepared to beg for an admission to the hospital and also prepared to beg for the surgery that would relieve his pain, if only temporarily. Rick hates the ER but agreed to go because he couldn't stand the pain any longer. Tears are common for this trooper. Seriously. And that's how I knew he was serious.
So, once inside and checked into our ER bedroom, Rick tells his
story and wouldn’t you know it … the ER doctor knows the guy Rick has been
trying to get an appointment with. She offered to call him on her cell
phone, reached him, and moved his appointment up to the very next day,
Friday. THIS, the Kahle family has decided is an absolute miracle.
And the ER sent us home that night with explicit instructions as to how to get our appointment the next day. Ask for Ashley, Ashley knows the story. Etc., etc.
Since nothing ever goes as planned and since nothing is ever easy, we couldn't get the appointment the next day that we were promised. I put THIS KID on it. I was too frustrated.
This kid did it.
Elizabeth grabbed the reigns; demanded to speak to Ashley or someone else just as competent and wouldn't stop until Ashley was found and Ashley was reminded and Ashley relented. And ... she got him in.
The very day, Liz took Rick in ... and the nice doctor there said he wanted to try
something new with Rick that he felt sure would work. Fingers crossed. Elizabeth got all of the info and it seems that Rick will have an
object (some sort of monitor and pain medicine squirter) placed onto his spine
and he’ll have a remote. The jist of it is that this object will kill the
pain and Rick can control the dosage until the nerve endings are fried/dead and
no more pain is felt. The pain’ll still be there, but he won’t feel
it. There’s also a battery in this pack-thing, but it will only
lose 5% in 15 years, at which time, they can opt to replace the unit or let it
go, slightly lessened in intensity. He'll be 80 at the time so who cares?
The good part is … Rick will have a trial first. A simulator-thingy will be placed on top
of his spine on Monday. It will very nearly mimic the results he’ll have
after he goes under the knife and it’s permanent. He’s excited about
that. We’re all excited about that. Then, after Christmas, if all
goes as planned and it works, he’ll get the real thing. Not sure what kind of recovery we're facing but we're all still in favor of this thing. And Rick is a new man. He has something to live for!
Wanna know something funny? This funky object-thingy
will be able to give MRI results, as needed, anywhere in his body. Yeah, I’ll
believe that when I see it, but hey.
So, that’s it. Here’s to some pain relief on Monday
Dec. 18th! And hats off to the gal above that got the ball rolling.
Now, if I could just kick my cold. Maybe I can get a cold-killing-object-thingy placed on MY spine!
Sssshhhh, don't tell anyone, but I didn't do my job last night.
Well I did, but I didn't.
My second job, three nights a week, is that of a security guard. At various Frisco venues. Do I like it? Yes and no. I like being a security guard and bossing people around ... and I like my coworkers. And I like bossing my coworkers around.
And I like all of the shows that I work up in Oklahoma, too. I like the dinner they feed me up there, 'cuz I love pizza.
But what I don't particularly love ... is when my equipment fails. Malfunctions. Dies. Kaput. And last night it did. The wand that I use to scrutinize embarrass torture scan folks before they step foot into the arena died. It UP AND DIED.
And you know what my supervisor said?
And so I had to. And so I did.
I spent two hours "wanding" basketball patrons before they could enter the stadium and I had to look like it mattered. I had to pretend like it was beeping if something suspicious "alerted." A coworker (remember, I like my coworkers) kept trying to make me laugh by making beeping noises behind me. I no longer like my coworker. I no longer like my job. I'm going to Hollywood instead. Because if I can pull that off ... AND I DID ... I am the greatest actress that ever lived.
I was putting together a calendar, yesterday, for my dear, darling husband as one of his Christmas gifts this year. I spent several hours pouringpooring stressing over which photographs to include and finally decided on about 60 that I felt depicted our past year pretty well. Never mind that they all began to look alike after awhile ...
Once done, I couldn't help but marvel at how some of my finer work had managed to get included into the final project.
Just what Rick always wanted on his calendar, I'm sure ...
That there is 409 sitting atop our table. Glad I took a picture of it.
This is our cat. She had no head.
Anyone want a banana?
Food I thought my dear, darling daughter would like ...
(no one else would)
My dear, darling husband ... who was never proud of this look.
Glad he didn't keep this look for very long.
Yeah, this needs to be in all calendars. Typos in an ad for a family night.
A beach with no people. Also needs to be in all calendars.
And ... our Christmas tree this year. No ornaments, no lights. And an attempt at throwing a Santa hat atop it in lieu of an angel.
My husband already knows I'm lazy; let's not rub it in.
So there you have it. Two hours worth of work yesterday and THESE epic photos are what I have to show for it.
I think I'll go buy him some socks. He'll need them when he takes my gift out to trash the next morning ...
Since last checking in, my dear, darling, daughter Elizabeth has been dragging me all over creation completing tasks that she has been unable to do while cooped up on a ship for 18 weeks. 18 LONG weeks, as she tells everyone who'll listen. And d,d,d Elizabeth has missed quite a few things while being gone. Most notably, Chipotle. It's hard to believe, but that child went a whole eighteen weeks without Chipotle. I'm sure Chipotle noticed. I'm sure they were considering filing Chapter 11 over it. Maybe 13. Maybe both.
Besides Chipotle, I've also eaten a gluten-free Thanksgiving meal that d,d,d E prepared, as well as a gluten-free fish and quinoa meal just last night that she put her brain to. The Thanksgiving meal? Well, I've had better. This one would've been better, too, if we hadn't forgotten the mashed potatoes. The fish last night? Well, a glutenful crusting would've been nice. But fish? All plain and alone? Huh uh. And you may keep the quinoa. Please keep the quinoa.
We've seen Reba McIntire in concert, we'll be seeing Celtic Thunder soon and, of course, her favorite, Cirque du Soleil. She's drug me along to Christmas Light Display after Christmas Light Display. Can't get her to put lights on OUR tree, though.
Tonight is a holiday concert at our church. We'll go. Wouldn't want her to miss that. (Actually I'm singing in it ... so I wish she WOULD miss it.) I'm sure we'll find a gluten-free bakery after that.
If you drive by my house in the next five weeks, you will not see Rick's car in the driveway. Nope. That car has travelled to as many events with d,d,d E. I can't tell if it WANTS to go or it if just likes that it's finally getting some action. Rick doesn't drive it much anymore.
And finally, d,d,d E has a little jaunt planned to Miami now. It's always somewhere. If she drags me along, I swear I'll drop from exhaustion. I'm not 26 and I don't climb steamship stairs for a living.
... is at it again. Home for three whole days now she came with plans to spend every waking moment with her dear ol' mom and dad ...
And then off she goes to see the world. She claims she'll be back in time for Christmas ... or not, depending on how the wind changes or how much money she has in her knapsack. Napsack? I never knew how to spell that word. Actually never needed to, either.
Alas, she bought herself a ticket to Belfast. That would be Belfast in NORTHERN IRELAND. That would be in a troubled part of the world. And that would be stupid, not only because of the destination but because she's going alone. But stupidity is her middle name.
So, here her mom and dad sit ... pondering whether to put out the decorations or not, whether to haul all of those boxes down all of those stairs or not, whether to cook the big ol' goose or not.
The goose won. Christmas or no Christmas, daughter or no daughter, we's a-eatin' and a feastin'. Ain't gonna let Northern Ireland stop us from that!!
So, exactly why did Rick and I head to Hawaii? And for only four days?
We had to.
This fortune was in my fortune cookie about a week before and I always take fortune cookies very seriously. Especially when it comes in TWO DIFFERENT COOKIES! The gods really wanted me to take a vacation, I guess.
So, I complied. And I made Rick comply, too. After all, why rile up the fortune gods?
Thought I'd show you some of the fun things we learned in Hawaii ...
I learned that when floors are wet, you must dance. And it must be a hoe-down.
If necessary, though, you can sit down while you dance. I prefer this slip 'n' slide move myself.
It's hard to dance, though, when your feet are not allowed.
Maybe that rule is only for purple feet.
This foot didn't dance. But it did find itself some sand.
... and some water. It hadn't seen an ocean in a very long time.
No feet here, but Peter Pan was discovered in Hawaii, too.
Did my hair ever calm down?
Nope. Sure glad the 'comb over' is back in style...
And that's our lesson for today.
Not sure what we learned ... but we learned it good.
... is due home for a vacation break in exactly 7 days and 3 hours. Yes, she has been counting it down. For someone who LOVES her job, I'm surprised that she wants a break so badly. But then again, everyone needs a break ... even people who live in the Hawaiian islands.
She's dying to see her cat and she's dying to see her car. She's not dying to see her parents, though ... because she just saw us! I certainly couldn't say anything about it, though, just in case she read this blog. And you never know.
But on October 18th, Rick and I headed out to surprise her on Kauai.
And surprise her, we did.
This was how she looked when she saw us and tried to process what she was seeing.
This was how I looked when I saw her. Nope, it wasn't windy there, why?
This was how our luggage looked when they saw TSA.
This is how they shaped up when TSA said they couldn't board in their present condition.
See that black backpack on the end? It didn't shape up enough and stayed behind. Somewhere. I guess it lives in Honolulu now.
I hope it's very happy.
This is how the three of us looked once we all settled down and realized we were in Hawaii. My hair never did settle down. Maybe it's still in Hawaii, too.
This was our welcoming committee. He and his cohorts followed us all over the island.
This was the first thing we bought Elizabeth. She was thirsty and we complied. I guess they never give her anything to drink aboard ship.
Here's what Rick and I dined on.
Good ol' McDonalds. They never miss a beat.
The rest of the story.
Don't worry, we were only there for four days. It won't take long.