Thursday, May 29, 2008

My Boy Shadow

I found these pictures when preparing for a photo book. I just had to put them on my blog because they are the cutest ever. It was Halloween and I just dressed Shadow in Dales Army PT uniform. He loved it and greeted the door everytime to give little treats. He thought he was king of the neighborhood. I am actually surprised that he wore the hat.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Aftermath

Well, it has been a week and one day when I decided to stop breathing. I am still bruised and battered a little, however, indeed grateful that heavenly father granted me my life. Going to work was like a fog.. my memory was not good, however through time I have worked my way through the fog and now see blue sky. I have had a really tough time. I feel like I am going through detox. They had given me 3 pages of meds that I had been given during my 3 days in the hospital. It has affected my eyesight, balance, emotions, sleep, and just plain feeling yucky. I have been told that it takes almost 2 months for all the drugs to pass your body. I am indeed grateful for to be alive and grateful for the ability and determination that has been given me to get through what I am going through.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Blessings

There never has been a time that I have felt so glad to be alive as I am now. It's a long story and I may have to do this in small increments due to just getting out of the hospital and really shakey. It all started last Thursday. I was getting pretty sick and decided to go to the doctor late to get hep with my heavy feeling chest and cough. I thought about Saturday I was feeling pretty good. I woke up Sunday feeling worse than ever. I told Dale that I needed to go the the emergency room. So he got up and took me. When we got to ER they took me straight to the room, 2 hours later someone came in to find out what was going on. Dale explained what had gone on and that I was really dehydrated and needed some strong antibotics. The ER was really crazy and busy. All I really remember is Dale being patient and just sitting with me. We were watching the Jazz games, well Dale was I was not and the nurse came in and asked if I was in pain, I told her my throat hurt due to not being able to get water... later the nurse came in and said she was giving me something for the pain. Dale thinking motrin or something, the next thing I know she was giving the meds through the iv and i remember looking at Dale wanting to tell him to have her stop and I passed out. Dale noticed immediatly that something was wrong. The bells and whistles were going off and no one seemed to care. Dale came over and was shaking me, looked into my eyes and realized I had stopped breathing all together. Dale started yelling, my lips were turning blue and i was not alive. They moved me to another room, and got me back, the first thing I know is that I wanted Dale. I wanted Dale holding my hand, they would not let me and i pulled the shirts of people around me and pulled them to me and told them I am ok, get me my husband. They finanally had him in the doorway and moved him to me. I can honestly say that I am grateful for a husband that was there with me and was the one who realized I was gone. They moved me into the ICU and then told me that my enzimes were off in my liver. It just seemed that I have gone from worse to worse. I was upset I could not even talk. Getting a second chance in life gets you thinking a lot. I don't know, I am grateful that I am finally out of the hospital. I am black and blue and beat up pretty good. All of this they put me into a sort of diabetic. Something I am grateful that I am not. I have lived that life for 2 days and do not want to do it again. I am grateful for a loving husband that loves me no matter what and has actually saved me. I am pretty shakey right now. I will explain more.. just felt I wanted to write something down before these thoughts became dull.