My cute kid

I know I have been a bit of a blog hog lately. So here is a cute story about my sweetest little Lizzy.

I always check on her before I go to bed, make sure she's covered, not in an uncomfortable position...you know, the normal mom thing. Last night as I was going through the routine, I covered her up then lovingly and lightly touched her head. This woke her up! But not really because her eyes were still closed! She sat up in bed and "looked" around (eyes closed the entire time) then tried to stand up as if it were time to wake up in the morning. She grabbed the side of her bed to help lift her. She didn't even make it to her knees. It was so cute! She just held onto the top of her bed for a few seconds the let go in what looked like defeat, realizing that she was too weak to stand. So, she just sat in her bed for a minute more, still "looking" around, then she finally decided to lay back down again. It was the cutest thing ever! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had to struggle so hard to keep from laughing so I wouldn't actually wake her up.

I wonder if I am going to have a sleep walker on my hands.

This is a picture of Lizzy working the garage sale last weekend. She had a blast! She loves to be outside, sometimes its a struggle to get her back in the house after a day of outdoor festivities. Also, she has turned into a camera ham! She was saying "cheese" in this picture. What a little squish. :o) The others are when she was watching a plane fly over head. Complete and utter amazement.

Health Update

Here is an update for y'all.

I had a doctor appointment yesterday to check out my arm. My original appointment was with an Orthopedic doctor. He looked at my original x-rays and decided that my brake was something he couldn't handle so he referred me to a hand surgeon. (Doesn't look good for me) I went to my appointment. I was trying not to freak out. They took new x-rays of my arm. Hurt like crazy! They made me move my arm and fingers around. It was horrible. He showed me where my brakes were.

Then he pointed out something we both thought was weird...

I broke my arm before! And didn't know! Can you believe that? I actually have a big chunk of bone just floating around in my arm! EWWWW! I just don't get how I didn't notice. (Maybe I took a slap shot to the arm, I think I vaguely remember that happening) It had to happen while I was an adult, because the bone chunk is so big. If I would've been a kid I am certain that someone would have noticed, or you think I would have been freaking out in pain. I just done get it. Anyways, the surgeon told me that the only way to get my arm back to normal would be to operate. He said I would be OK if they didn't, but if I wanted to be perfect (:o) again, they'd do it with the knife.

I opted not to have the operation. (I'm still perfect, right?) They are just going to cast it next weds when the swelling goes down. They will take some more x-rays next week, if things change position when the swelling goes down or whatever else could happen, then we will decide what to do for sure. I like the idea of not being put to sleep and then cut open. Anyone see that scary movie about the guy who has surgery but the anesthesia just paralyzes him and he can still feel EVERYTHING? I didn't either, but the previews were enough to freak me out! Seriously, scary stuff.

OK, so the point is, no surgery on my arm unless absolutely necessary. We will know for sure weds.

As for my tonsils. I am clear! I get to keep them! WOO HOO!

ER trip #3

You won't believe this!!! Or maybe those who know me will. This morning I was loading up my U-haul, getting ready for the move out west. It was a bit rainy and I was wearing those fake crocks. You know the ones I mean? They get really slippery when wet. And the trailer gets slippery too. Practically a deadly combination for someone like me. Mom and I both commented on how we should put the rug in the back of the trailer so it wouldn't be as slippery. WE BOTH SAID IT!!! AND DID NOTHING!! ARGH. I so mad at myself. Anyways, I slipped and fell, landing all crooked on my left hand/wrist/arm. I knew immediately that I broke it. I could tell by what it looked like as I fell and after I picked my arm up.

I couldn't move. Mom had to help me inside the house where I nearly passed out (seriously, my vision was going and I was terribly dizzy) as I was walking to the living room chair. Mom called a babysitter to watch Lizzy so we could go to the hospital. (Thanks again Hutchisons!) It took FOREVER to get there. People were driving 10 MPH under the speed limit! Who does that!? When we finally got back a room, the x-rayed and found that I broke both my Ulna and Radius bones in my arm near my wrist. You can't tell me that I'm not thorough when I get things done. If I do anything, I do it good. Nice. I have to get it set on weds. 'm kinda freaking out because they said I might have to have pins put in. He said its not likely, but still there IS a possibility! I know you all know that I DO NOT DO NEEDLES! Ever. I was offered an IV for the pain today and I said "no." I'd rather deal with the pain then have a needle in my arm. They gave me pills instead.

I guess my Utah move will be delayed a bit since I am in a sling. I don't think I should really try to drive a manual right now. Probably not the safest.

If this is all over the place and hard to follow, sorry. I'm a bit medicated right now. I feel like my brain is moving 1000 mph, and my body, about 2 mph.

Putting it all together.

Lizzy is putting it all together! My girl uses sentences now! Last week she said "grandma car!" Steve and Carol let us have the van while we are out here and Lizzy pointed at it and said "grandma car!" Can you believe it! She is so smart! Then, a day or so later we were outsinde watching the litties and she said "Come here kitty, come here kitty!" while she was chasing a kitty around! My mom put it nicely I think. She said Lizzy is a sponge. And she is! She picks up on so much more than I realize. I was at a stop light and I told the person in front of me to "GO!" (I was in a hurry.) And Lizzy copied me. At the next light, I heard her say "go!" ever so cutely. I really need to be far more careful about what I say now.

2nd Trip to the ER this week! No joke.

First, I'd like to share with you all that I am baffled by my family and how they can call themselves hockey fans. Appearantly I am the ONLY Red Wings fan! What the stink? It saddens me to think that I seem to be the only one who cares enough about their victory to blog about it. Hmmmm...sad.

Now, for the news of the day.

We have been to the ER 2x in less than a week! I know what you are thinking. Felicia is always so dramatic. NO! I soooo am not! (Said with flair!) Last Saturday Lizzy woke up in the morning with a fever of 101*F, I gave her Tylenol and she seemed to be fine. She was happy the rest of the day. After her afternoon nap her fever was back up again, this time it was 103.5*F! She was melting! I took her to an Inta-Care and they said that they couldn't treat her and to take her to the ER. I did. It turned out that she jus thad a cold with a high fever. All I could do was treat her fever and symptoms. My poor little squish. She got better. Her fever only lasted until Sunday with a few lingering sniffles and coughs.

Earlier this week I got a pink eye. Just one. Nasty. Strait up nasty. I tried so hard not to infect anyone else. Unfortunatly, it was too late. Lizzy woke up with nasty crusties on BOTH her eyes today. And I woke up two nights ago with a terrible pain in my throat. So, I figured it time to take us to the doctor. I called my ins. knowing that I'd need a referral to see one. They told me to go to the ER because they couldn't find a provider in Utah for us to see. I didn't feel like arguing too much. I wanted lizzy to get taken care of so that it wouldn't get worse.

Lizzy was diagnosed with pink eye and a cold and was given eye drops that I will administer 3x a day. She hated it. Hopefully it will get easier to give them. I was diagnosed with a "peritonsillar absess" UGH! I have to take giant horse sized anti-biotics for 10 days and if that doesn't help, or if I get ANY bit worse, I will have to have them go in and drain it themselves! Appearantly, this is a complication from tonsilitis! And after they drain it, I was told by the dr. that I will likely have to have my tonsils removed! What the CRAP? I never get sick! NEVER!!! This is so lame! There is one good thing that will come from this. It hurts too much to eat real food, so I am going to be on a liquid diet for the next while. Can we say WOO HOO for weight loss? WOO HOO!

Lizzy and I have been falling apart slowly since we arrived in Utah. Seriously lame.

We are the Champions....

The Red Wings won the Stanley Cup! The Red Wings won the Stanley Cup! The Red Wings won the Stanley Cup!

It was a great game! I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. We beat the Pittsburgh Penguins in Game 6, the score was 3-2. I can finally relax. As lame as this sounds, I wad so tense during Game 5 that my legs were sore the next day! I may be feeling the same pain tomorrow, but it is so worth it! I love hockey! I love the blood and guts and glory of the game! I love the Red Wings! I love the Stanley Cup! YEAH!!! I am just so happy!

Way to go Detroit! Way to bring the Cup back home to Hockey Town.

Disappointment

Monday night was game 5 of the Stanley Cup playoffs against (the mean, nasty, cheating, fighting) Penguins. We lost it in Triple OT because one of their (whiny, wimpy, wussy) players decided to take a dive and make it look like he got hit in the face with a stick. Eh. I don't think it actually happened. I think he scratched himself, or picked a scab to bleed. I know. I know. You are going to say "his scab was here and he was bleeding there." Details. Whatever. I stand firm on that one.

So, tonight is Game 6 in Pittsburgh. At first I was really sad that we lost on Monday, but then my brother made me feel a whole lot better about the situation. Now we are going to win on their home ice! How sweet it that? We get to take it on their turf! I love the idea of that. Here is where my disappointment comes in. I was supposed to go to my friends house to watch the game tonight, but I can't. I have pink eye and a sore throat! Dave had it a week ago, but seeing as he is most decidedly out of the country, I am sure that he didn't infect me. Ugh. This sucks.