Friday I went in and out of the hospital for my tumor killin' event. I was giddy before the procedure and giddy after, although the after was probably affected by all the drugs they were shooting in my IV.
The doctors said the after effects of my gamma ray treatment would be exhaustion, and my experience with exhaustion after a brain trauma is of course, the way I felt after the stroke. Dang tired. Bone numbing exhaustion. So I thought this would be like that without the body idiosyncracies, balance issues, and weakness. This is nothing like that-- I feel pretty normal with no exhaustion. The only residual effect is a botox looking forhead from the local anaesthesia they used to attached the pins in my cranium. The grossest part according to my friend who took me and actually watched.
I am now in a suite hotel with three tv's and a kitchen, king size bed, watching cable tv (a big deal since we don't have tv at my house, we watch everything on hulu) getting spoiled by friends.
In a year with a stroke and tumor, I feel very, very lucky. That I seem to be coming out of these physical traumas relatively unscathed. Sometimes you look for a explanations, reasons, a cause, to understand. But I am realizing sometimes there are none, this is just the way our lives can roll. You can reach toward faith, family, religion to try to make you feel in control, like there is a reason or a master plan why funky stuff happens. Whatever works for a person and makes them able to handle their fears and anxiety is a wonderful road to head down. I headed down many avenues to find answers and I can't say there was any one solution for me. But I learned a lot.
Funny during the season of family and friends I am bluntly reminded about what is important. I know this will make me a better friend, since I am seeing the best side of my loved ones. I hope I never have to reciprocate what they have done, but at least now I know how to do it with grace and selflessness. Maybe my blog is aptly named.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Buick - The new non-white car in our yard
So after weeks of sporadic searching, I found my car. Let's revisit my car goals. I wanted a car as good as my minivan, with less than it's 150K. The parameters were pretty open for a variety of cars to fit. Oh, and cheap. I was looking at Mercedes (didn't like the repair costs and that it is recommended to take it to a german oriented repair shop which was an hour away from my house), Lexus, Honda and Toyota (in the NW, I don't know about where you live, but people love these cars and still charge alot for a car with 100K) and lastly, Buicks. I ended up with a decked out Buick with 44K for $7500. I have bells and whistles on this car that seem a little over the top for a mid-level car (heated seats, seat memory, two tone leather, on and on). My intent was to get a good transportation car with better gas mileage than the minivan, with money left over for a big trip with the kids. It does not blend with the white truck, minivan, and horse trailer, but I can deal.
I got it!
I got it!
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Monday, December 12, 2011
Wilder's room - before and after
OK so technically I am not totally done in this room as is evidenced by the tools still laying about... and the holes in the floor on the right (not by me, courtesy of the previous owners thorough need to drill holes through the walls and floor preferably in the middle of the room). I am including before and after shots-- these simple things are richly satisfying to complete. I have been working on the bathroom at the same time with help from the my amazing handyman Javier. Photos to come...
Before - You can see the vibrant green around the edges that used to be. There is a mystery cut-out to the left, and crawl space access to the right. The floor in this room was the original unfinished fir, which had always been covered. I ended up painting it due to the condition and that it is my only layer of flooring for the upstairs. I didn't want to sand and diminish it anymore than it already was.
Before - No base molding, unfinished wood. This is when I was trying to figure out what color to paint... I am not such a decisive colorist! I probably had seven colors on this wall to confuse me.
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