James in the Hospital

So in case you didn't already know, my Jamus is in the hospital.

He started getting sick on Sunday (more than just the regular not feeling good he's been having for a few weeks). Monday he said his sinuses felt so impacted and they hurt and were so congested... Tuesday (was that really only yesterday?) he went in to work late, left work early and didn't got to his second job. But I had called the doctor's office about a prescription for him and they called him back and had him o in today.

Well, his O2 saturation was at 90--which is good for him. His weight is 170 (which I think is a little tubby for him). And while he isn't his "normal" sick self--how he gets when he is sick--his PFTs are way down. That's his lung function, they are in the high 40s low 50s. And just so you know that is the percent of his lungs that are working.

UGH!

On top of that, I have either caught a cold or sinus infection (whichever it was that he had first) and am absolutely miserable! I had to sit through GJ today too and it was a long day. Oh well,

Until next time...

Not as smart as I thought I was...

Okay, it's true, I am not nearly as smart as I thought I was... I added the mp3 player, put in the song, but I suck cause the song won't work so I need to figure out a different way to let you hear the song. I'm working on it...

Until next time...

Musica...

So I added an mp3 player to my blog now... How cool is that?

I'm really stuck on this one song right now, so I will probably leave it for a while.

It's not a new song, in fact it was really made popular by Cyndi Lauper in the late 80s early 90s. Time After Time has been remade by a group called Quietdrive and I am totally digging their version. That says a lot coming from me, because I generally do not like remakes. But I am loving this one.

So, over on the right hit the play button and listen to this awesome song...

Until next time...

This is why I don't like to clean...

I thought I would be all constructive and stuff and clean off the stove and such--really, really, good. So I had the top propped up and was wiping out the underneath part, but the oven was on cause I was baking pizza, and my thumb accidentally hit the vent pipe from the oven--which was very hot, hel-lo, burned my thumb. Ugh!

Very good reason to not clean...

It causes physical injury.

Until next time...

When a friend hurts...

I have a friend.

He hurts.

He lost his world.
Or so he thinks, he chased that world away.
Or did he run, he isn't sure.
His heart had gone astray.

But then his eyes were opened,
He struggled to return.
But by then, it seemed to late,
for others felt the spurn.

He begged for all forgiveness,
He laid it on the line,
He said, "I'll do it over,
I cannot lose what's mine."

But, they would not listen
And so his heart did crack.
Daily, he feels stretched upon
a giant, medieval rack.

His wounds are fresh and open.
His soul, the pulses bleed.
His cries are pain and anguish,
For respite, doth they plead.

I want to end his torture,
I long to ease his pain,
and when he catches on to this,
Perfection he does feign.

But oh, how I know better
the outcries of the heart,
I want nothing more to hug him
Make the bitterness depart.

Alas, it is in agony
That I watch him ache,
The sorrow and the tragedy
of life's long earned mistake.

I carry on some hope for him,
For in his heart it's true.
A stronger one beside himself,
someone who always knew,

Of strength, and ties and saviors,
of untold godly wealth,
of blessings and eternities,
of picture perfect health.

He will become the man he should
for all the world to see,
It will take time, my friend who hurts,
with all my heart, love, B.

My LEAST favorite "holiday"

Yes, I am having bitterness this year as it is my least favorite holiday... once again...

Not that I do not appreciate my own mother, grandmother, etc. It's just hard when you are of child bearing age, etc and you want to have children but don't. Don't get me wrong, I love my nieces and nephews very, very much... But I still get pangs for my own.

You cannot tell me you do not understand. Even mothers with children have baby pangs every once in a while. So, I am at home, trying to finish up mom's mother's day stuff and wishing life were a little bit different for me today.

Until next time...

I should be going to bed...instead...

I'm writing in the blog. Go figure.

I had GJ today, so I was up early to be in SLC by 8:30 am, ugh, we all know I am so not a morning person. It was a somewhat interesting day, even had a newsworthy case or two--not that I can talk about it.

Then, it was rainy out, but I grabbed samples from Dr. Hafen--thank goodness, ther is no way I could afford those meds with no insurance. Then I stopped to see Cindy at Robert's. Her last day is Friday, bless her heart. She keeps telling me I should take her place. But I know how awful they treat their help, so why would I actually work for them? They were supposed to have a make-n-take card for mother's day from 4 to 7 PM, they were a little disorganized and a little behind. But when you get told at the last minute, what do you expect?

I came home, chatted with friends, read emails, checked my swaps--I signed up for a bunch so I have to get to work. I'll work on them tomorrow, along with some laundry. I'll do some other stuff too I hope.

I also talked to Donna Jean, today she turned three, bless her heart. Now I just have to get her present mailed.

I work tomorrow, I need to get up in the AM, we'll see how early.

Until next time...