tooth pain sucks

Got my tooth pulled on my birthday.  It was a GREAT birthday present for myself.  It's the gift that keeps on giving.  Not how I wanted to spend my birthday, but hey, it needed to me done.  The stupid tooth broke back in January when I was in Michigan for my step-mom's funeral, and then the night before my birthday it broke off at the gum line.  The little pokey parts of my  tooth that were left were stabbing me in their anger of the loss of their friend.
So, I got that sucker pulled out the rest of the way.  Thanks to my imzadi for calling and making the appointment while I was at the regular doctor.  (yes, it was a day of medical wonderment for sure.) 
But, it's going on a week, and it still hurts.  I've had teeth pulled before, and I've root canals, and I don't remember them hurting this long afterwards.  I'm happy to not be taking pain pills constantly during the day any more, but it does get to the point where I need something stronger than ibuprofen to keep it in check.
I'm taking my youngest daughter to her second hockey game tonight.  You KNOW I'm gonna do some screaming and yelling! I just hope I don't regret it afterwards.  I'm not sure I'd be able to go to a game and NOT be a yelling fan, or cheering when we get a goal, and yelling at the refs because they're stupid.  (Par'ma'kai says I'm a horrible fan, and that he can tell I'm from the north, because I yell at my own team.)

Chic is watching One Direction.  TOTALLY forgot they are mostly from England, except Nial--Hermana Woerner will kill me if I don't say he's from Ireland.  I can't make 'generalizations' about this group, because the fandom runs deep with these two.  Chic is explaining an album song list to me, and how it tells a story.  I don't' think she knows about concept albums yet, and not that I *think* the album she's talking about is a concept album, but she's sure talking about it like it is. 
I remember when I learned what a concept album was.  I was already in my 20's. LOL, I told my mom about Operation Mind Crime by Queensryche, and how it told  story.  I'll never forget, she looked at me and said "Amber, that's what concept albums do." 
Dude, I was blown away. 
Unfortunately I was one of those kids who thought that my parents popped out of the Earth ready to be parents.  I knew there were things my mom did when she was a 'kid', but I guess maybe I thought it was a kind of matrix thing, where she was just fed those memories.  Well, now I know.  Some of those memories no one would willingly give to a child.  HOWEVER, now that I have kids of my own, I try not to have them think that I sprouted out of the Earth ready to be an adult.
WHOA, totally side track.  But it was a good one.

Well, I have to leave in about an hour to take Chic to the Blackhawks game. 
oh yeah, and I guess I should feed the ones staying home. LOL!
Lets Go Bolts!

Travel Day

Today my hermana flies from SLC to IAH. 
Today I received the kindness of astranger.  The kindness was to let my daughter use her phone to call and talk to me for about 45 minutes. (Ok, so 10 of those minutes were used up on my husband, and her older sister. LOL, but I'M CLAIMING THOSE MINUTES!!!!)  Then I recieved a picture of my daughter!!  I loved it!  I sent the lady a text message that said thank you for letting her use her phone to call; she thanked me for raising her.  OH MY MOMMA HEART IS FULL!!!!

Stephanie told me her first ward assignment is ...crap I can't remember. Lockwood?  I know she said 3rd ward Spanish speaking, but I think that was the right name.  I guess I could go on LDS.org and find out if that is even a ward in the Houston area. LOL
I'm so giddy right now.
Anywho, she told me the only reason she knows about her ward assignment is that she got an e-mail saying that the missionaries assigned to that ward have had their passwords changed.

Ok, OK.....I'm going to have to go and get my head ready  for class. 
Lets see if I can put my head into this game and concentrate on something other than I was able to talk to my hermana today! :D

Homework sucks.

Go get your bachelors degree.  It'll be great they said.  All it is is a bunch of papers.  I call BS.  Full on BS.  It's not just papers.  I can handle papers.  I'm GREAT at papers.  No, it's research.  Lots and lots of stupid research.  I mean, like....learning how to look up different terms, and what shortcuts to put next to the word so it looks exactly where you want it to look for that word, and not another word.  Confusing?  Yeah, it is to me too.

I do not want to do research.
I don't like doing this kind of research.
I don't know how many different "alternative terms" there are for Bedside Registered Nurses. 
For the love of the profession!!!  I seriously do not like this crap.

Now, pathophysiology?  Holy cow I love that class!  I love learning about the body, and how things work inside of it.  How the inflammatory response triggers SIRS, and how when that is left unchecked it can turn into Sepsis; and how this all boils down to damage on the cellular level, and getting back to taking care of the smallest parts of ourselves.  THAT is what I like to learn about!

NOT evidence based research searching guidelines.

And don't even get me started on how far behind I am on Spanish.  Why did I think I could handle taking 5 classes this semester?  I mean, it's only 3 at a time (Spanish is a full semester, and the nursing classes are 2 at a time for 8  weeks at a time) but still...

Thank You God for the gift of a loving and supportive family.  Without them, I would be nothing.


Ok, back to learning about boolean whatever they're called.

I'm 'ok'

I've been putting off this post for a while, because it's not an easy thing to admit to.
Admitting things to hubby is normally easy, but even this I sent as a text message.  I'm depressed.  So many things happened at once, and I couldn't handle it . Me. Mrs I can handle anything.
 I. Couldn't. Handle it.
So, while I was texting my husband about how I felt, and praying about what I should do, the phone rang, and it was the doctors office telling me it was time to make my appointment.  Ok, point taken.  I called and made an appointment.

Best decision I've made in a long time.

The first day after starting medication I rolled over, looked at Imzadi and said (actually I whined) "This is suppose to make me feel better." He told me I know better, that it doesn't work that fast.
I told him I know, but still...I wasn't a nurse at that point, I was a patient.
The next day I had to work, and I was "ok"  Literally that.  "ok"  I was able to go to work, and function.  Quite a different feeling than the last time I had gone.  I had a meltdown and cried at work the time before that.  The only reason I stayed and didn't walk out?  I didn't want to lose my license.  I at least still had the mind to think ahead and know that losing my license would detriment my family's life. I could not make them suffer on account of me not being to handle life.
The next few days I found myself getting better and better. 

A week later, I noticed at my daugher's volleyball game, I felt joy.  I got excited.  I'm feeling like I did before.  I hope this lasts.  I don't think I'll be on medication for the rest of my life, but I'm glad that I made the decision to RIGHT NOW take back my life and start feeling human again.

First P-day!

So, apparently in the MTC p-day is not always on Monday. Apparently it depends on when you arrive to the MTC.
Today was Stephanie's p-day and it was glorious!
We got pictures and correspondence from her.

She's already asking for a care package. She's asking for spicy peanuts.
LOL
 I'm exhausted as I write this, but I wanted to share that I got to "talk" to my baby today.

Monday Monday

So, I know there is this world-wide "hatred" of Mondays, but if your a missionary mom, Monday is the best day ever!
Tomorrow is my first Monday as a missionary mom, and I'm ready.  I'm so ready.
It's only been a little under a week, but I'm ready to hear from her.

Bring on the e-mails!



In lieu of her being gone, we have started to move her youngest sisters into the same room.  Or, maybe I should say, the 21 year old has made quick work of moving her baby sister out of her room.

 To say it is going well would be a lie, a flat out lie.  One kid has so much crap she almost puts me to shame (I know I'm a pack rat.), and the other wants to control how much crap comes into the room. 
Sorry to break it to ya dearie, all the crap is coming in, and melding with yours!  This is actually what they are going to look like I think...only  aiming at each other.

Right now I have a kid sleeping on the floor, who use to be on the top bunk, but somehow her mattress got switched to the other kids bed?  I don't get it either, nor am I going to try. Meanwhile, the other kid is sleeping on the top bunk because of the fore mentioned mattress swap.

 I have some time off during the week, and well, they have school, (well, I have school too, but I think I may have to take some matters into my own hands) and I may do some rearranging myself..

Or, I'll just suffer through their bickering and get mad, and deal with it.  Which is the more likely outcome.

But hey!
Tomorrows MONDAY!!!!!!!

Irma sucks

I'm sure I won't change my mind in 3 days when team b rolls up in here with fresh faces.
If you ever want to talk shit to a nurse, remember this picture, and know we make sacrifices for you, and our families have all sacrificed for you.
We are not with our loved ones right now, we are here...trying to sleep on this cold hard floor, during the day, in a busy hospital.

Good Night Tampa.

I hope you're here when I wake up.