I love my monkey water baths.
In case you don't know what monkey water is,
let me enlighten you.
Monkey water is water that is so hot you say "ooh ooh aah aah"
Just like a monkey.
Scratching arm pits is optional.
Why is this such important news?
Because, the week of Christmas my water heater died and no more monkey water baths for a few days.
My wash water was heated on the stove.
That was fun.
Good thing I have a big stock pot and several Dutch ovens.
Not enough to fill my ginormous clawfoot bathtub, but good enough to get me clean.
Santa Claus came in the form of my inlaws this year who paid a shitload for a better water heater than we could afford.
Propane water heaters cost more.
Lucky me.
So Honeyman and father-in-law went and got it December 23rd and put it in the 26th.
Yay for hot water!
Due to the fact that our house is almost 100 years old and built oddly, it took forever to get it installed.
In the course of it all, fil broke the hot water line.
But, it's in and it works and I get my monkey water baths back.
OOOH OOOH, AAAH AAAH!
Monday, January 3, 2011
I Think Maybe Meatloaf Was Wrong
In October, my 14 year old had to have her gallbladder removed.
It was not working right and was causing a lot of pain.
Finally, my husband goes to the doctor because he is in pain.
He had gone to another doctor a couple years ago and they did an ultrasound, didn't find anything and said if it got worse they would check into it more.
Well, it has gotten worse and I finally convinced him to go to the doctor.
This doctor did more than an ultrasound and said they'd figure it out.
Did a HIDA scan and yeah- it's his gallbladder.
HIDA scan is where they run dye through your system and take pictures of the abdomen to see how well the gallbladder functions.
His is at 12% which is lower than Kiddo's.
He's in so much pain and he is tired all the time.
He's all pale.
It just isn't good.
He goes in to see the surgeon tomorrow.
His work clothes felt looser when he put them on last night.
We are hoping that is not a bad sign.
So, two out of three people in the house have bad gallbladders.
Two out of three is bad.
Sorry, Meatloaf.
You were wrong.
It was not working right and was causing a lot of pain.
Finally, my husband goes to the doctor because he is in pain.
He had gone to another doctor a couple years ago and they did an ultrasound, didn't find anything and said if it got worse they would check into it more.
Well, it has gotten worse and I finally convinced him to go to the doctor.
This doctor did more than an ultrasound and said they'd figure it out.
Did a HIDA scan and yeah- it's his gallbladder.
HIDA scan is where they run dye through your system and take pictures of the abdomen to see how well the gallbladder functions.
His is at 12% which is lower than Kiddo's.
He's in so much pain and he is tired all the time.
He's all pale.
It just isn't good.
He goes in to see the surgeon tomorrow.
His work clothes felt looser when he put them on last night.
We are hoping that is not a bad sign.
So, two out of three people in the house have bad gallbladders.
Two out of three is bad.
Sorry, Meatloaf.
You were wrong.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Parenthood, ain't it grand?
Sometimes, I swear, I just feel like throwin' in the towel.
When I daughter was growing up, I really worried about how good of a parent I was.
But, then a couple years ago, I started realizing I did a pretty good job.
She cares about people and has manners.
She is responsible.
She doesn't have the super great school grades her cousins do, but she has been improving.
But, she calls herself stupid and it breaks my heart.
She says she hears a little voice in the back of her head telling her she can't do it.
And I am just at a loss as what to do.
Honeyman and I tell her she is smart.
No, I think I am just going to have to start the " you are smart" campaign.
Just keep telling her until she believes it.
So, either I didn't do so hot after all.
Or it's just an insecurity thing that comes with all teenagers.
All teenagers seem to have a hangup about themselves and this one is apparently my daughter's.
When I tell her she's not stupid, it's like banging my head against the wall.
When I daughter was growing up, I really worried about how good of a parent I was.
But, then a couple years ago, I started realizing I did a pretty good job.
She cares about people and has manners.
She is responsible.
She doesn't have the super great school grades her cousins do, but she has been improving.
But, she calls herself stupid and it breaks my heart.
She says she hears a little voice in the back of her head telling her she can't do it.
And I am just at a loss as what to do.
Honeyman and I tell her she is smart.
No, I think I am just going to have to start the " you are smart" campaign.
Just keep telling her until she believes it.
So, either I didn't do so hot after all.
Or it's just an insecurity thing that comes with all teenagers.
All teenagers seem to have a hangup about themselves and this one is apparently my daughter's.
When I tell her she's not stupid, it's like banging my head against the wall.
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