Ugh!!! I absolutely hate chronic fatigue syndrome! It seems to know when the worst time possible is to hit me upside the head and ruin my plans! I'm so out of it, its not just physical, sometimes itsw also mental. Like currently. And it makes everything hard to do. Even typing is astruggle bcuz I spell things w/ the correct letters, but in the wrong order, or say things w/ the words in the wrong order. And if typing is difficult to perform correctly, just imagine how hard it is to do any kind of physical activity! For instance, my wonderful, loving hubby just came up to give me a kiss- just a quick peck on the lips, and I pucker-up and BITE theinside of my mouth! kissing should never ever hurt! It makes me very grumpy- I feel so inept and it gives my brain too much time to think about all the stuff that I need to be doing, but when I try, I not only get more and more tired, but I knock things over, and break things, and put things away but then dont know where I put them. So trying to accomplish things actually puts me even more behind. Theres so much to do! AARRGGGHHHHH!!!! I need to wash the van in and out, weed tyhe garden, wash the dishes, shower, wash the shower, do the laundry, vaccuum, sweepand mop, and i still have tons and tons of stuff to go through and get trid of so theres more room for Wes' stuff. I really want to downsize considerably so we can get all his crap( i use the term loosely, and call my own stuff crap as well), moved outta the storage unit that is throwing away money every month, in my opinion, and into the house and garage. Part of the problem is trying to let go of stuff, I'm a terrivble horder! If you saw all the crap my mom holds on to you'd know where I get the hording genes from! And what do I do w/ all the stuff I wanna keep? And what do I do w/ all the stuff I wanna get rid of? There's alot of stuff in the garage for Merlin when theres more room in his bedroom, which is part of why we wanna knock the wall out between his old room and his new room. It'll give him alot more space and comfort and it'll give us all alot more space in the garage, hence more space to move wes' stuff outta storage and into the garage. I'd like to at least downsize to a smaller, cheaper storage unit. The current one we're renting is 10x15 feet. I did get the lawn mowed yesteday and a bunch of flowers planted. And some laundry done, but its not finished. And I feel like a big lazy worthless turd cuz I should be taking care of my husband, who had surgery 6 dyas ago. I dont feel like I'm doing enough bcuz I'm so freekin' out of it! hmmmm, it must be naptime, eh?

Back Home post-wedding and post-op

Okay, I'm probably going to keep this short. The wedding was beautiful- I only wish Merlin were a little more enthusiastic- he doesnt like weddings. It even quit raining right before the ceremony and dint start back up til afterward. Then we all had a nice dinner, there at the meeting hall, then everyone went home, except Pastor Dean and Becki cuz they brought their 5th wheel and were camping. The twins were absolutely adorable in their matching dresses.
The nest day Wes and I drove to St. V's were we ended up staying til thursday afternoon. His tonsil/adenoid/uvula/soft palette ectomy was scheduled for 1pm. At 5 am the following morning, one of the blood clots came loose somewhere in his throat and some carterization came loose, so he started bleeding through his mouth. And I started panicking, but didnt show it, cuz I dint want him freakin out too. I'd never seen so much blood in my life! In the end, it totaled about 4 cups of blood he had lost. It was really scary. We had to measure the amount because the doctor needed to know. So Wes would be bleeding into a basin and as soon as it started getting full, I'd switch w/ him for an empty one and then take the used one and dump it into this measuring cup. Continued doing this til there was about 4 cups total by the time they came and got him and moved him to the o.r. for more surgery, this time to re-carterize the veing that had burst. He was in there for about an hour and then the doc came out and told me everything was okay. So we ended up staying an extra night to make sure that this time the dam held. He looked so much better coming out of recovery the second time!
So now we're home and just taking it easy. Wes' appetite had returned and his spirits are high and I'm very happy and relieved.

Welcome to my mind

What A crazy, busy, whirlwind world I live in! I figured this would be a great time to start a blog.
Today is Easter Sunday and I slept-in too late so I've missed church service.(much needed sleep)
Tomorrow I'm going to the beach to marry my beloved.(It's about time; so impatient!)
The following day I'm taking him to St. V's for surgery. (again, it's about time, his throat is so swelled up its a wonder he can breathe and talk!)