Coffee and a Cigarette

Things are a’changin’.
April 6, 2011, 9:48 pm
Filed under: Stories, Things About Me, Uncategorized | Tags: , , ,

So being pregnant with twins thus far has been an adventure. Perhaps that is an understatement. So far I’m having to move somewhere I’ve never lived, change jobs, I almost died, and somehow my babies are still really healthy.

My husband, Daniel, and I are moving to Augusta so he can get a better job, and so I can be close to my family again so that they can help me with both of my babies. I don’t really mind moving, in fact I like to move. I don’t have any friends that live here, and I hate this place. It’s depressing, and ignorant. I don’t want my kids to grow up here. The schools here are so horrible that the high school students are automatically put in remedial courses when (“if “more like) they go to college. The kids out here get pregnant because they are bored. Teen pregnancy is a problem everywhere, but it is a social norm here. If my kid is going to get pregnant before she graduates it’s going to be because she made a stupid mistake, and not because she was so bored there was nothing better to do.

But my husband has friends here, and it took him awhile to get them, so he’s not so happy about leaving. And his family is already 2 hours away, now he is going to be about 8 hours from them. I don’t know… I really hope this works out for us.

Obviously, I will have to be changing jobs because of moving. And I’ll probably just transfer. Because I’ll be going on maternity leave in a few months anyways. I can’t get another job where I stand on my feet all day, and I can’t do fast food, it was too demanding on my body before I was pregnant. There is absolutely no way I would be able to work another fast food job now that I’m pregnant with twins.

So, I got this bladder infection, that I didn’t know about, because I had no symptoms. And then I started to feel sick. First, it was migraines, then it was fevers, then it was muscle soreness, and then some vomiting. I thought I had the flu. But after 3 days of fighting with a fever that wouldn’t break when I took medicine, and being in such immense pain I couldn’t move, I went to the ER.

I walk up to the sign in desk while my husband was trying to find parking, sign in and ask, “Does it help if I tell you I’m pregnant with twins?” the lady looked at my symptoms and said, “Yes, it does!” and I was talking to a triage nurse in less than 4 minutes. I thought my fever was like 100. It turns out I was going at 102.8 and rising. They take me back to an ER room, and they immediately put me on an IV with some saline solution. I went through 2 liters like it was nothing.

After they took my blood, gave me pain meds, and something for my fever, it was decided that they needed to see if my appendix was still alive. The surgeons said, “CT Scan!” my OB/GYN said, “ARE YOU INSANE?” So I got a MRI instead. But they couldn’t tell anything. Then one of the many OB/GYNs that came to see me during my 9 hour stay in the ER, decided to poke around my back.


It hurt so bad. I cried, and fell over. I wanted to punch him. I cried to him, “Why did you do that, don’t do it again!”

It turns out I had a severe kidney infection. I had to stay in the hospital for 2.5 days, and I was miserable. The surgeons still thought it was possible that my appendix was ruptured. I didn’t get to eat or drink anything until I’d been there for almost 12 hours. I was miserable. I was so thirsty. I cried tears of joy when they told me I could eat and drink.

The day I was released, the doctor on duty came in and told me that my infection had started to move into my lungs. Another day and the infection would have started destroying my bladder and my kidney, and I may not have come back from it.

But now I feel better than I did since before I got pregnant 14 days ago.

Well, goodbye for now.


Silly Dog
November 4, 2010, 6:06 pm
Filed under: Silly, Stories

I was wrong.  Not only is training my dog outlandishly difficult, it is also heartbreaking.  She wants so badly to please me.  Every fiber of her being quivers with the desire to do a good job.

Hyperbole and a Half


Firstly, this blog is hilarious, but besides the point, I totally identify with this struggle. My dog is dumb. Now, before you get all hopped up because I called my dog dumb, let me explain.

My dog is quite possibly the most adorable, the sweetest, most active, and cuddly dog I have ever met. She is so loving. She wants nothing more to play with you, cuddle with you, and then chew on your hands for the next half hour. She loves every animal she meets, plays with the cat, and so desperately wants to make friends with my grandparents’ cat. But he doesn’t like anything.

My dog, she is an otterhound mix, we’re not sure with what, but we assume some sort of small terrier. She has a terrible memory, and she is very excitable. She cannot focus long enough to learn anything. It has taken us 6 months to teach her to use the bathroom outside. Training her is very difficult.

She also runs into walls and tree stumps regularly. The vet said not to worry about it, but I still do sometimes. We found her down on near our local Sonic. She wasn’t wild, and the people at the Sonic were feeding her scraps. (Her poor little puppy belly was so bloated.) Someone purposely dumped her there. Which is very sad, because she is nothing but the sweetest dog with an adorable little heart.

She likes to sit in my husband’s lap and drop her head all the way backwards so I can pet her too. And then she leans so far over she just falls over. Maximum adorable.


This is exactly what my dog looks like in the face.


Anywho, I’m gonna go take my doggy out now, she’s wining up a noisy little storm.