We had a good time at the in-law’s house today. My mother-in-law went all out with the meal. I have too much to be thankful for!
We tried for a good family shot to no avail, so the turkey leg photographs will have to suffice. The boys were in awe of the almighty leg! Isaac tried to eat it. Elliot? Well, he licked it. It’s a start!
So, I have a sternoclavicular joint injury. The sternoclavicular joint connects the clavicle with the sternum.
Interesting. Learn something new everyday, huh?
Needless to say, I am thankful that I did NOT fracture the bone, but I have instead torn the joint capsule, hence the hematoma on my clavicle.
Here is some additional fun stuff:
"The sternoclavicular joint is a synovial joint; its joint capsule is subdivided by a fibrous articular disc; it is strengthened by the sternoclavicular, interclavicular and costoclavicular ligaments; the sternoclavicular joint has the range of movement, but not the form, of a ball and socket joint."
Well, there you have it. Injury to this is apparently rare, particularly without blunt force. Here is what dear doc said, “This joint is rarely injured, but it can be problematic when an injury is sustained.” Super great.
I suppose my injury is just about as rare as me living with two competing (and completely opposite) autoimmune thyroid disorders. But, you know. All the more to prepare me for nursing school. Everything happens for a reason; even my silly (yet painful) joint injury!
Tubes - in.
Airway - clear. (There should be no issues whatsoever with eating, so go figure.)
And, he's home.
No need to stay over as per pedi ENT.
All is well with Wee E!
Me?
X-ray this morning; awaiting results. Feel like garbage, but my babe is home and that is what really matters.
I fractured my clavicle. Can you say CRAP? I cannot move my right arm over my head and forget trying to lift either of the boys – into the car or otherwise. God help me! I can see the bone protruding but not poking all the way through my skin.
I was trying with all of my might on Friday to lift Isaac out of a grocery cart (the large portion of the cart as the seat does not fit in the upper portion) into the SUV (the wind was gusting and it was roughly 20 degrees and I was worried about him freezing his tush off) and I heard a pop. I thought nothing of it and took some Ibuprofen. Needless to say, I was throwing a ball tonight over my head to Nora and it popped again, but this time it REALLY hurt. I have a large scale protruding nodule on my collar bone – huge – numb neck, shoulder and hands all the way to my finger tips. Super duper great!
I cannot worry about it tonight as Elliot has surgery tomorrow. But, I will have to head to the doctor.
Wait.
Do “I” have a doctor?
Well, I have an endocrinologist, an internist and an OB…but no darned GP. Looks like I’ll call one of the others for a referral. Joy!
Momma does not get sick. Momma does not hurt herself. Momma is strong. If all of this is really true, why does Momma want to crawl in a hole and hide? Anyone give me permission to hide for a few weeks?
UGH!
They cancelled Elliot’s ear tube/upper airway scope surgery. I OFICIALLY HATE hospital politics and do you want to hear what I loathe even more? An anesthesiologist who has the audacity to call me and imply, then actually say, that I would intentionally put our son’s life in danger by feeding him before surgery.
What?
Not only do I know exactly what this could do in the form of aspiration, but why oh why would someone (particularly a physician) think that I would lie to cover up Jeff’s miscommunication just for convenience sake. Oh, and she tried to “school” me on proper anesthesia pre-op procedures. My blood began to boil at that point!
Long story short, Jeff got confused as to when our son ate last and told the nursing staff (who, by the way, was to call me with any red flags upon check in because dear hubby simply does not know our son’s medical history like the back of his hand) that Elliot ate at 10:30 in the morning.
Jeff then called me to tell me that they cancelled – without calling me to confirm questions as I had asked previously – and filled Elliot’s surgery spot within minutes. Something smells terribly fishy. Boy, they moved really fast…
Needless to say, back in on Monday morning before 7 a.m. in Omaha! Have to love that! I pray that Elliot stays in good health until Monday, especially since Nora has been vomiting with a 103 degree temp. Jeff now has to take Monday and Tuesday off from work, hence losing his overtime pay for the week.
My questions? Why did the nursing staff and the anesthesiologist lie to me about filling a surgical spot (a 30-minute surgical spot) within a few moments? And, when will they actually follow communication protocol in the patients’ best interests? I consistently bend over backwards for my PR clients – I adjust my schedule to accommodate client calls during the dinner hour; I find sitters to attend meetings; I do an awful lot just to make people happy. I’m just a mom who tries to work at the same time and I treat people like gold. Why are doctors holier than thou? Why are they exempt from the claim that the “customer is always right?” I will never understand it. I suppose that I can see just a wee bit of their point: the point that my husband and I were not on the same page and they could not risk E’s life based upon a communications error. But when they accused me of endangering little E in the name of convenience – that is what set me off. How dare she. How dare…
I saw this site posted on another blog, so thought that I would give it a try. Pretty neat, eh?
Elliot has Tonsillitis. This explains behavior, but darn it. Tubes may wait. Another pre-op on Thursday. Poor kiddo. He feels TERRIBLE!
Dear Elliot is off. Off in so many ways. I think (and “think” is the operative word) that he has vertigo related to the unrelenting fluid in his little ears. When in a simple sitting position, he will fall over involuntarily. He isn’t eating again – I shouldn’t say eating, as he doesn’t eat “food,” but he isn’t willingly taking his Pediasure bottles. He only had three yesterday which I forced and he needs at least five. He has vomited on occasion for no apparent reason and his constipation is rearing its ugly head again. This, by the way, was supposed to improve following his spinal release surgery. Oh, and he has his nasty facial rash once more…surrounding his mouth from drool that he has a hard time swallowing.
We have our pre-op this afternoon for the ear tube surgery on November 14. Perhaps dear pedi can shed some light on things. I pray for vertigo and not something else relating to his venous hypertension. Elliot has remained on a low dose antibiotic since his primary visit with the ENT two weeks ago, simply so he stays somewhat “healthy” prior to surgery.
He’ll be fully sedated and scoped as his laryngomalacia (layman = soft larynx) needs a “look see” as well.
And…momma is tired. Tired of PR client needs all day then off to my cosmetic job at night. Now, mind you, I was thrilled when the job was offered, as I REALLY need an outlet. But, it’s HARD. I have an abundance to learn. I attempted to put lip liner on a client last night and was shaking from too much caffeine (up at 5 and work until 10 is not a good schedule). Did I line this person’s lips? Nope – missed by a long shot and had to do it three times. UGH! I know; it will get better. How hard could it be, right? Well, it is hard and the product knowledge is the worst. I know a lot about skin due to my dermatologist client, but the general population doesn’t. So, when I pull out my technical terms regarding anti-aging techniques and retinol based products, people look at me like I am nuts. I need to scale it down a bit and learn how to line lips! Really, though, I am NOT a cosmetologist and never will be. I digress…
Prayers for Elliot please. I’ll update with pedi notes from today when I get a free moment. Love from us…
We spent some time outdoors today. Unbelievably so, the temperature gauge read 80 degrees at 4 p.m. It’s early November in Nebraska? Really? The boys were enthralled with the leaves. Elliot tasted them. Enjoy some fall photos!
A what?
That’s right. A part-time sales job. I will start Monday (with a week of training) to sell the Clinique brand of cosmetics at our local VonMaur. Clinique is said to be “the global leader in allergy-tested, fragrance-free, dermatologist-approved cosmetic applications to skin care and makeup.” Okay.
I do love the product, though, and have used it since I was a teen with troubled skin. My dermatologist recommended it to hide my acne. What’s interesting is that all of the women who will sell alongside me are in their early 20s, and if you don’t know, I’m 38.
I went through three interviews. Yep. For a part-time make-up person. An hour with the HR gal, an hour with the store's general manager, and an hour on the phone with Clinique corporate.
I popped in the store today, a quick 6-block jaunt from our home, to buy some black dress clothing (all sales reps for the brand must wear all black: skirts (appropriate length – of course), HOSE – ick, and closed-toe shoes, preferably heels. I really don’t think my standard attire of clogs and jeans will work, hence I bought some “stuff.”
I approached the Clinique counter to take a peek at the rest of the sales staff. I introduced myself to a nice young lady and indicated that I would be starting with the store on Monday. She said, “Oh, you must be selling fragrance.” I chuckled to myself because all of the fragrance women are at least 50.
I said, “No, I’ll be working with YOU right HERE.” Tee hee. Her boss, the cosmetic sales manager for all lines, approached, and introduced herself. “You must be Michelle.” “I’m happy to have someone with your public relations experience…bla…bla…you’ll make a wonderful addition here.” I laughed again. I don’t think of myself as a professional anymore. I am a mom, and a mom who has three kids, one of whom has special needs. That is my “job.” And, I do still do a bit of consulting, primarily with medical practices and currently with a dermatologist. That, by the way, will help. But, it was refreshing, I must say, to have someone refer to me as a professional. We’ll see.
I have also been accepted into a wonderful nursing program. I paid my $100 deposit, but I have put school on hold for a year. Elliot is still too medically fragile, and I simply cannot devote that many hours to school right now. So, cosmetic sales it will be. Oh, and I get a white “lab” coat. That will have to be close enough for now. I’ll post a photo soon, so you call all laugh at me – or with me!
