The Breast of Humanity

Woo-Hoo!! I'm cured!!! No more pain (well, for the most part anyway)! No more forgetting to take pain managment medication! Yippee!!!!

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 3:06 PM 0 comments

Star Wars on Earth

Just saw this on dooce.com. It is really cool.

Star Wars on Earth

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 11:53 AM 0 comments

Pros and Cons of Life

Went to the doc on Tuesday. Still have fluid on my right lung. Still have pleurisy (I finally learned how to spell it, I think). Still have bad pain in my right shoulder.

On the bright side: everyone thinks that my fingernails look great (although they often cause me to type an extra letter that I don't mean to hit), everyone has complimented me on my hair
(which I once again hacked off recently), everyone has complimented me on my trimmer figure (which I think is entirely due to a. having a baby and b. being so sick for so long).

So although there are lots of crappy things happening in life right now, there are equally as many good things happening. So yay for life right now!

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 2:50 PM 0 comments

Still not 100%

Well, since my last post alot more has happened. I did not call the doctor like I said I was going to, but instead ended up going to the ER, again. When I woke up that morning I was in such excruciating pain that I couldn't breath at all without shrieking (literally) my agony to the world. So, to the ER it was. After spending four hours in the ER, being poked with needles twice, and having four more chest x-rays, I was diagnosed as having developed plurasy in the lower part of both lungs and my right lung still contained lots of fluid left over from the pneumonia. I have a follow up visit sheduled for tomorrow at two fifteen. Hopefully the fluid will be gone and then I will only have to deal with the plurasy till it decides to go away. Hopefully it won't be like the plurasy I have in the middle of my chest that recurs about once every three months.
Oh Man, my daughter is beautiful! I am just sitting here watching her sleep, admiring how georgeous she is. Even through all the baby acne she is still beautiful.
Oh, yeah, the little man can now say ice. Although it comes out more like "ish" with the long "i" sound. It is so cute, I just have to give it to him. He has also perfected the "I love you" sign. He can be so sweet sometimes. And yet, he is definitely suffering from the terrible two's. He can be so contrary and almost despicable now.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 1:25 PM 0 comments

Sick

It has been almost one month since I gave birth to my sweet daughter, and boy has alot happened. Not this past Sunday but the one before I went back to the hospital, the emergency room to be exact. My blood pressure was at 64 over 41. I had pneumonia really bad in both lungs. After a miserable four days in the hospital they deemed me well enough to re-enter the world. In my mind the thing that sucks the most about all that is that I was just starting to really figure out the whole breast feeding thing, and suddenly I couldn't feed her, not only that but I have to pump and dump my milk until this coming Thursday. Talk about feeling wasteful. Well, everything seemed to be hunky dory up until yesterday. My right side started hurting yesterday, not my muscles, but something deeper. It hurts to cough, sneeze, burp, and hiccup, not to mention that if I inhale too deeply it hurts and if I move in a certain way (pretty much any way other than still) it hurts. Now today, my left side hurts, too, only much much worse than my right side. I am calling the doctor tomorrow. Hopefully it is just my lungs trying to heal. I don't think I can stand anymore time in the hospital. I wish I could just feel normal again. And on top of all that, my birthday is this coming Sunday, I will be nineteen for the sixth time. I don't really like celebrating it anymore. I just feel like everything is going too fast now, that is why I prefer to stay nineteen. Everything was so much simpler then.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:58 PM 0 comments