Well, my sinus infection/bronchitis/cold (and every other ailment that I self diagnosed) has been confirmed to be bronchitis.  So I did have one good guess in there.  In my defense, I was told that your immune system can just fight off bronchitis.  Not so much.

It was bad enough that they took a couple x-rays to rule out pneumonia.  The Dr. listened to my lungs and said "eww."  Not joking.  It was really funny though.

So, I am on antibiotics and a hard-core cough medicine.  I read up on the cough med, and it sort of freaked me out because it is an opiate.  I tried not taking it today, but I gave in as the coughing intensified.  I'm always worried I am going to become dependent on stuff like that.  It has never happened, but drugs scare me.  I am a baby.

I  am worried that Noah's cold will develop into bronchitis as well, since mine started off as a cold as well.  And David has developed an occasional cough as well.  Please pray that both kids' ailments will pass through their systems as the common cold.

Dave has finished all of his medication for his pneumonia, but he is still exhausted and coughing.  His boss told him (i believe he has had it before) that the symptoms can last MONTHS, and you really have to take care of yourself so that you do not relapse.  It's not really in Dave's nature to take care of himself.  He is more of the "run-yourself-into-the-ground-till-you-collapse type."

Please pray for the health of our household!  Thanks so much!

Thanksgiving

The day went very well.
Lunch at Leah's was delicious.
Dinner at home with my in-laws went very well, despite the fact that the turkey was done an hour later than my calculations foretold.
I am very full now.

just when i think it's over

I went to the dentist yesterday.  She is so sweet and kind, and all of the staff is as well.

Some how "The Accident" came up during some medical questioning while she was looking at my x-rays.  As she peered at them, she made a simple comment that hit me right in my overly-emotional-about-anything-concerning-accident-related-injuries spot.  "Don't be surprised if a couple teeth suddenly die.  It's fairly common especially with injuries like your's."  She gestured to an area on the computer screen illuminating the x-ray of my bottom front teeth.  "This right here looks a little funny," she explained circling the bottom portion of the root of my tooth with the cursor. "Usually when I tooth dies, we never know the cause of it, but now hearing your story we would know exactly what caused it."  (I would like to repeat now that she is WONDERFUL. She was simply explaining what the x-rays showed.)

Great.  

I know it's not the end of the world.  And like she said, in the event that it happened, they would just do a root canal and that would be the end of it.  But really?  Teeth dying YEARS later because of that air-headed moron?!

Then Dave is asking if I know where all of the paper work concerning the insurance information from the accident is.  Yes, I do.  But I was hoping to never have to look through it, call about it, or explain another injury to a random stranger on the phone.

I have imagined seizures and spontaneous brain bleeds, so a couple tooth fatalities should not be a big deal.  It is just frustrating when little things like this pop up.  It leaves me shaken all over again like parts of me are going to start spontaneously breaking.

I thought I was losing my mind a couple weeks ago.  I couldn't find my father-in-law's house that is literally 10 minutes from us, and i have driven there 50 times.  I was about to cry.  I held it back because I had kids with me.

I have yet another unaccounted for conversation that apparently happened a day or two ago concerning a humidifier filter.  Dave insists that we talked about it, and he had showed me where he had cleaned it, etc.  I remember none of this.

Just when I think that i am doing better, that I am progressing, something always pops up to remind me: "Oh no, you have issues."

Regardless, of the little reminders and inconsequential occurrences, I AM better than I was that first year.  My bones have healed.  The external scars have faded.  It does not hurt to breathe.  The internal bleeding has long since stopped.  My memory IS better than it was.  I am not asking the same questions and telling the same stories over and over--unless people are just used to it and have ceased to correct me.  How would I know, after all?  I no longer required 24 hr. care.  I am not afraid to walk through parking lots or drive (usually).  And I do indeed still have all of my teeth.  And fingers.  And toes.  And limbs.  It is a wonder I am not paralyzed.  AND--Noah is perfect and healthy and has never had a single accident related problem.

No matter what little memory/attention/dental (never expected that one...) issue comes along, I need to remember that it is an absolute MIRACLE that Noah and I are alive and functioning and praise GOD for it.  Everything could have ended so much worse, and I need to remind myself of that every time I get frustrated just because I forgot to stop at 7-11 to get Dave the grape slurpee he requested.  

Thank you, Lord for Your continuous healing and protection.

sick. again.

David is getting over an ear infection.
I have a cold.
Dave has PNEUMONIA.

Of course he still went to work today even though he feels awful.  :/  oh, Dave.
He is scheduled to go out of town this Saturday evening for work, but is also seeing a Giants' game while he is there.  It is an open air stadium.  The doctor told him that unless he feels 100% do NOT go to the game.  So let's all pray that he is in perfect shape by then.  I have a feeling he will go regardless of how he is feeling, so pray, pray, PRAY!!!

David was in a musical/play at his school last Thursday.  The letter that was sent home said the story takes place in India.  Dress them in bright colors, shiny fabrics, and no jeans.  Add to their costumes if you want. So I dressed him in green pants a yellow shirt and sewed a tunic out of a bright orange pillow case and made a bright blue belt.  The sewing was far from professional.  I didn't even have the correct colors of thread.  But the letter said "India" and "costumes" so I was going to do my best.

Apparently, it was unnecessary.  I must put too much pressure on myself.  Sparkly tutus, Spiderman shirts, jeans, and Hello Kitty adorned the other children.  There was probably 3 kids total who you could tell "tried."  Oh well, David looked adorable.  And thankfully, He is not at the age of being embarrassed when he is "over dressed."  He was excited.

He loved doing the play, sing the songs, and dancing with the other kids.  He tries so hard to do everything well.  It was adorable.

As long as I get letters instructing me to put together costumes, believe me--there will be costumes!  Maybe not awesome ones, but I will not dress him in pajamas and try to pass it off as acceptable.

Weight loss update:
I lost 13 pounds altogether.  And then...  I gained 4 back.  Now I have lost 1 of those.  So i guess my "net" weight loss is ten pounds...  oops.

Thanksgiving dinner

1. Turkey
2. Stuffing
3. potatoes
4. Green bean casserole
5. corn
6. cranberry sauce
7. pumpkin cheesecake
8. chocolate pudding cake

Thanksgiving Lunch

1. Chips
2. Corn casserole

Still need to buy

1. stuffing
2. 1 can of green beans
3. 2 cans of corn
4. cranberry sauce
5. chips

Maybe apple cider.  Do you realize how much cider cost??!  it is $6 at Kroger.  SIX DOLLARS!  And I'm sure it doesn't taste that great because it is from Kroger instead of a cider mill.  

Halloween and all that

David and Noah were Thor and Hawkeye (respectively) just as planned.  Unfortunately, the crappy weather ruined our plans to trick or treat.  David has had a cough for over a week now, and we felt it was best not to keep him outside in the cold and rain for 2 hours.  They had trunk or treat planned at church so they did that instead.  They had fun even though we had to stray from our original plan.  And, of course, we have a ridiculous amount of candy that frequently lures me from my diet.

Speaking of diet....  I have lost 13 pounds, and dave told me that I need to gain about half of it back because I am now "too bony."  "Gain 5 pounds or I will impregnate you."  That's nice.

Hmm...  What else is new?  Leah has 3 new, sweet babies finally at home with their new and forever family.  And by babies I mean ages 6, 4, and 2.  They are sweet babies  :)

 The trash is Brody's favorite place to forage.  His new love is paper.  Paper of any kind.  He is not picky.  Pain in the butt.

Been drawing lately.  When everything is all said and done, I may post them.

I have had a cough ever since I dropped a can of Bar Keeper's Friend in the tub yesterday and a big puff of cleaning dust wafted into the air and directly into my lungs.  Lovely thought, huh?  They need to come up with some sort of lung cleaning system.  The smokers of the world would be pumped.

The boys have already written their letters to Santa.  On said lists: Wii
TV for their room
Legos
Bionicles
Ice skates.

Interesting mix, huh?

Noah is coming down with something again.  His voice is all messed up.  Never-ending sickness in this house!