Sunday, January 16, 2011

Water on the Floor! What If?

I was not a happy SeaSpray when I walked out to the laundry area after waking up this morning and saw a note over the washer that said, "Washing machine leaks!" I looked down and saw that Mr SeaSpray had placed some towels on the floor that were now soaked.

A new washing machine simply is not doable room in the budget at this time.

I love this washing machine. I am grateful for this machine.

It has been an AWESOME washing machine.

We purchased it back in 1991, which means it is 20 years old. That in itself is near miraculous.

Kudos to Sears! Does anything last 20 years anymore? Actually, 19 years?

It did break when it was a year old. It needed a new motor. Fortunately, it was still under the manufacturer's warranty and so the repair and new motor didn't cost us anything. That was the last time it was serviced.

Not only has it washed our clothes all this time ...but also helped other people out over the years when their machines broke. I'm always washing something. And I've been known to overload it sometimes.

So, this amazing Sears brand washing machine has gone above and beyond the call of duty. But I am hoping we can just get a little more time with it.

Does anyone have any idea why a washing machine would leak? And how to fix it?

It is nestled in a small area next to the dryer and when the guys can (later), they will pull the dryer out so we can get a better look. The SeaSpray men have visions of football playoffs before them and the cable would have to go out to get their attention. Heh ...THAT gives me an i-d-e-a... back later.

Okay ...I'm back!

There is still water in the machine ..that I had filled on medium - half way last night.

My first thought is that if it were the tub leaking ..all of that water would be out by now... although I do see that it is down a bit.

BUT ...that could also be because it is ready for spin cycle.

Through process of elimination ...I've determined it is not the hose or the tub.

It is coming from underneath. A lot of water leaked out and soaked the towels I also put down.

But ..Ive since pulled it out and let it run through it's cycle and water is not coming out in massive amounts (thankfully), and minimally as running through agitate and spin. It would seem more water came out over time when soaking over night, then when not using it today.

I really hope I don't have to set aside Tuesdays for all day wash day ...using a metal scrub board and hand wringer. And the brook is really too cold to be washing the clothes in while pounding them with rocks. Besides ...I am just not in the mood to be rock pounding, metal washboard scrubbing, hand wringing clothes.

Boy ...we really have it a lot easier today then the women that had to do all that back in the day.

Just the thought of not having a washing machine causes me to feel like I am missing a physical part of me. Creature of habit that I am and because old habits die hard ...I can just imagine me going out to the laundry area ...dropping the clothes in the washer ...I mean on the floor where the washer once was, then pouring the detergent over the clothes on the floor where the washer once was ...then walking away until the wash is done.

Well ...they say that when something is wrong ..that if you act as if ..that sometimes things will change for the better. If your spouse isn't treating you right ...act as if they are and you'll begin to feel it and they will pick up on it and it can help change things for the better. It could apply to other situations too. I realize that acting as if there is really a washing machine is a stretch ...but what if? What if my positive ..believing attitude causes a new machine to appear? What if?

Hey ..desperate times call for desperate measures and a girl can dream.

I'm just saying. ;)

Oh and since I believe that good can come out of bad ...if I become proficient at this rock pounding, metal washboard scrubbing, hand wringing clothes chore will lead to my joining a washboard band! ;)

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I'll Keep the Stent Please

Right now I feel like I have the world's largest ureteral stent in me. I'm pretty sure it's the size of a fire hose. It's a tough one. I think it is the size of the nozzle on the far left. Well ...okay can't be THAT big ...or voiding would be a lot more impressive. I always say there is no rhyme or reason to how a ureteral stent will feel, but this one has surprised me.

And believe me ...I am not complaining. I am extremely grateful for this opportunity to heal.

That being said ... last night SURPRISED me alright! With a big PINCH!! Let me just say that anatomically ...everything is very close to each other south of the border ...aka Bajingoland and that's all I'm gonna say about that.

I was bending over while gathering up the laundry, when I felt a significant pinch on the inside of my bladder. I immediately straightened up and exclaimed, "Are you KIDDING me?!" It was a knee jerk reaction. Well ...actually a what I assume to be a bladder PINCH reaction.

But then remembering something ...I chuckled to myself.

That PINCH reminded me of something else ...a humorous post that ED Doc WhiteCoat had first linked to. I can't link to his post because I think it was in his first med blog.

Anyway, that big, internal bladder/bajingo feeling PINCH I felt, reminded me of the very funny post WhiteCoat had linked to. It was written by ERP, an ED doc and blog author of ER Stories.

Okay a bladder/bajingo ...anywhere else but internal? Ha! The last I knew ...we don't wear our bladders or bajingoes externally ...thankfully. Although ...getting a foley placed would be a lot easier. Same for the gyne exam. No more assuming the BajingoLand position - in the stirrups. :)

But I digress.

Well raison d'etre for this post ...aside from venting (not complaining - just venting), is to point the way toward a typical medical humor post. Okay ...I never heard that story before ...but it is stories like these ..with their exquisite medical humor that drew me into the medical blogosphere.

So, if you want a good laugh ..check out this unusual patient experience in ERP's post, "A Mouse keeps Biting me" :)

Now, let me ponder this a moment ...biting mouse, needle, mother of all ureteral stents ...biting mouse, needle, mother of all ureteral stents ...biting mouse, needle, mother of all ureteral stents? Ummm ... I'll keep the stent please.

... my PINCH had nothing to do with a needle or a mouse ... anywhere near Bajingoland. :)

I still love the medical humor in the med blogosphere ...I really do. :)

*Okay ...I will just add the following brief explanation: Due to extreme blogger's remorse, I have since removed my "BagingoLand Brochure" post. (It was funny says me ;) Basically, it explained in detail, that Bajingoland covers the entire territory south of the border ...not just the bajingo (Scrubs euphemism), hence it is referred to as BajingoLAND ... an entire territory. And my focus turned to said BajingoLand because of all the urology procedures I had thus far experienced and writing with humor was my way of venting about it all. I'm just saying. :)

Sunday, January 9, 2011



Does anyone else ever feel this way?

I really do not want to take the Christmas decorations down. Especially this year. For some reason is even more difficult this year. Just don't want to let it go. Or maybe I do ...or I wouldn't be thinking about it. :)

But, I hate goodbyes. What can I say ...I am sentimental.

Christmas and all the festivities and decorations are one of my favorite things in life. I Love the real tree and all the white lights everywhere. It is especially exciting before Christmas. Then during the afterglow of a wonderful Christmas day (it was), I begin to feel that let down ...knowing that it's over and the decorations (ideally) will only be up another couple of weeks. I really like Christmas week - what I refer to as the week between Christmas and New Year's day.

It was weird on January 7th, 2006 ...when I walked in our door and was immediately surprised by our Christmas tree. That is because I had just unexpectedly spent a week in the hospital, from New Years Day (night), up until my discharge from the hospital a week later. It was like I was instantly plucked away from Christmas and I guess because I was ill, I never gave it a thought. Seeing the Christmas tree later was surreal. Out of sight - out of mind ...I had detached and couldn't wait to get it all put away.

This Christmas week was especially fun because we had Devan and Wrenna here with us while our dear D-I-L was in the hospital having their first born son ..Myles. (Extremely cute - I'm just saying :) So it was a very busy week.

Oh and I just love that we will now have a birthday in the family during Christmas week and even one more special event to celebrate during this time of year. And all the new baby /family pictures taken with all the decorations up. :)

But, every year this time ... it becomes bittersweet because even though I enjoy it all ..I have to say goodbye to this year's Christmas. Then once I do and everything is put away's a RELIEF! It's a big job. And I know if we left it up all year would not be special or as exciting.

I just hate goodbyes.

But I should look at it as a new beginning ..just like the new year. New opportunities.

I always say my favorite quote is the one by Charles Dubois - "The important thing is this: That we should be willing at any moment to sacrifice what we are ...for what we could become."

So ...I will begin putting the real Christmassy things away. But, even tho the branches have dropped a bit ...the tree is still soft and so that will stay up a bit longer. We definitely get our money's worth. :) And because we use white lights I still turn outside lights on and candles in the window on snowy/rainy nights. I also leave the smaller pine trees/snowmen theme in the windows up as a winter theme until sometime in February/March if real snowy. But, then ... I am also a winter girl at heart. :)

Do other people feel this way?

Funny Observation: I notice Mr SeaSpray never has to be enticed with the carnivore's opiate to remove the Christmas tree. No whining, grumbling, swearing or shock that we are taking the tree down. Nope! When it comes to removing the Christmas tree ...he is a man on a mission.

Then I feel a twinge of sadness again when I see the tree that felt like a part of the family, out on the front lawn. This year's tree really was extra special because of the memories around it. I did take plenty of pictures though. :)

You know what just occurs to me?

Well ...just like I have discovered that cooking the carnivore's opiate for Mr SeaSpray facilitates his willingness in going for and smoother setting up of the Christmas tree .... perhaps I need to have something *S-P-E-C-I-A-L* to look forward to, that would make me willing to toss it out as fast as yesterday's news, without even a second longing look back.

I could do it! Anticipation ...t'is a GOOD thing! :)

But, for now ...I am going to curl up with a book in front of the Christmas Tree. :)

It's Monday night now and a good friend will be coming over to watch a movie ..a comedy. I'll take the decorations off tomorrow and Mr SeaSpray can put it out before the snowstorm arrives.

I actually got a little teary eyed when looking at the tree last night. It's just a tree. It's not a person. But represents a lot of things for me. This year was all just extra special. :)

Friday, January 7, 2011

On a Lighter Note ... The Anesthesia Effect and a Link

I just put up the following post in our Positive Medical Blog. I began that post because the squirrelly in me was getting inspired by the upcoming procedure and then having it yesterday ...I am having all these medical post ideas reactivated in my brain. I blogged a lot yesterday ..on and off through the afternoon evening ...while under the influence of anesthesia. You should see what didn't make it to posting. Or what did and I pulled almost as fast as I posted. :)

Suffice it to know really should not do certain things post-op when you get home, because the anesthesia STILL in your system really can cause you to make decisions you really would not normally choose to do. And you say things would not normally say. Oh may think it ..but censor yourself. Anesthesia makes me breezy. I know it. I've told you ...I always worry about breezy me in the OR. I just don't know it when it's in me. And I definitely don't know it when I am blogging.

Actually would be a good idea to never as in n-e-v-e-r be alone ...unless you are sleeping. Even then ...I recommend someone check on you ...just in case you did something wacky. Oh ...I was so hoping to have that dreamy sleep. But, I just could not sleep when I got home. I drifted a bit ..but woke up. That is the first time it ever happened after post-op. Usually ..I fall asleep deeply when I lie down after I get home. So I mostly blogged ..a lot of blogging. I am going to check out what I wrote later. :)

And I went in seriously sleep deprived with only three hours of sleep which I never hit REM sleep ...because I drifted in and out... hearing myself thinking at the same time and on top of that ...I had to get up to tinkle ...and so I went in with my eyes looking like two pee holes in the snow ...what ever that is. Aunt Janet used to say it to me when I was tired. Anyway ...the lack of sleep is due to the pre-op squirrelly effect. (Another post :)

I recently heard about a woman, who after 2 hours post op at home ordered shoes on line and for the next few weeks ...was having shoes delivered to her. Some of them were really cute or nice. I wonder what the others were? :)

Hey ...on the other hand ...there could be the anesthesia EXCUSE! "Oh honey ..I'm sorry ...the ANESTHESIA made me do it." ;)

Now, here is the link to my other post in the PMB. :)

Not in the Mood ...but I COULD Be Enticed! :)

My Comment to Bongi's Post

Bongi is a surgeon in South Africa. His posts ...eloquently written, never fail to move me in some profound way. But this one just ripped me apart. It's a tough one to read. I've heard about these things. The horror of these crimes have been reported. But I never thought about it as seen through a surgeon's eyes, being in the trenches ...adrenalin racing, trying to save lives ...yet knowing they can't fix their patient's soul. And then being left to process the emotional fall out of it all ...and becoming jaded.

The link to Bongi's post "Smug".

"Oh Bongi!

This should be in the editorials of newspapers.
I didn't cry. I read through it.

And then I had to walkaway ..even tho I intended to blog.

You should mail this to your friend so he has it in writing perhaps refer to at sometime in the future.

Smug? has he ever personally witnessed the horror inflicted on innocent people that he seems to be in denial of. perhaps the horror is so great ...he has to only see the misunderstood criminals. I wonder what he would say if he witnessed the baby's injuries and horror.

that rips me apart. that the depth of pain and horror in an infant would be so great that only moans could release the level of pain. I think there is a level of pain that kills the soul ..that words can't touch.

My heard goes out to you and all the people that have to be on the front lines that face this horror.
As a Christian with great faith in a good God ...even tho I know there is evil in the world ..I ask why? How could you not be jaded? I hope you do things to counter it. I hope you talk about it with professionals or trusted friends. And writing is cathartic.

Criminals a scarred sick people that would do these things or maybe just pure evil... with no soul. I can appreciate that they need help. And yet I'd have no problem with castration. I wonder tho ..would someone like this just find another outlet for violence?

Did he go to jail?

I've also heard this is common in Africa in some areas. that men think if they have sex with a new baby they will either prevent or cure aids. is that true?

You are not smug Bongi. It is your friend that is smugly misguided.

I cried before I finished this comment.

All the crimes with their pain, loss, degradation and horror are awful ..but the sexual ones go beyond. And how is it even anatomically possible with a baby? Obviously you wrote ..they are torn up. And torn up beyond the physical.

How are they prosecuted for these crimes in Africa? Will the babies have normal lives again? What is their prognosis?

The only thing I will say about understanding criminals is that understanding them could lead to educating people before they turn into cruel monsters and alert innocent people to the dangers of such predators that they will be more guarded and protective.

I am linking this. maybe your post will be seen by someone who needs to read it. maybe your post will save a life somewhere."

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Uro Brain - Venting the Squirrelly

After pondering a new pre-op protocol I have to do tonight ...that I am evidently resistant toward ...but y-e-s ...of course I will be compliant ...although ...I think I figured out a way to satisfy both goals. That is what I was pondering when I first opened my eyes this morning the sqirrelly pre-op feelings began to kick in. But more on that when I have more time later ...hopefully tonight.

This is where blogging is cathartic for me ...I vent about the OR stuff, etc. I also had a funny (hit me after), uro appt Monday. So ...I will share that too.

Anyway ...after pondering the new pre-op protocol ...all these other ideas came into my head about uro/medical posts. Some kind of funny - says me.

Then it it me ...I have URO BRAIN again.

And THEN it it me ..that could be really serious.

Because if the ureteral stricture caused my urine to back up into my brain ...well that would be one heck of a stricture. I'm just saying.

A brain pickled in urine can't be good either. What would that do?


I guess I'd be seeing the world in glowing Pyridium orange! :)

Don't mind me. I'm just venting the squirrelly. :)

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Christmas Tree Experience 2010 -There's ALWAYS a Tree Story :)

These pictures of our Christmas tree were taken this past week with my new camera that the kids gave me. (Thank you Jon, Peggy and Chris - I LOVE it! :) So since the tree has been up for over 3 weeks is drooping a bit and lights/ornaments are moved down. The upper right side of tree seems to be missing, but moved downward ..I guess with the weight of the ornaments and having been up for so long. Perhaps I can get a better pic from my old camera in which I have pre-Christmas pictures.

I love Christmas trees and the ornaments, beads, tinsel and lights. So many memories with the special Christmas ornaments. And I tell family and friends. It's a way of passing down some history with family and friends. Also, ornaments representing the birth of Christ are reminders of the real meaning of Christmas. So for me ...Christmas trees and the saved ornaments are symbolic of faith and the many wonderful memories from past Christmases and every year more memories are added. :)

And now the post:

I was remiss in blogging during this past Christmas season and have missed writing. There is always a Christmas tree story. Christmas 2010 was no different and so even though it is now January 2, 2011 ..I will share it anyway. :)

However ...this year is the Christmas tree ..and I use the term loosely ..the Christmas tree miracle of 2010. In previous years ...I've mentioned how grumbly Mr SeaSpray gets when it is time to go get the Christmas tree. It doesn't matter if I remind him for two weeks ...right up to the night before ..that we will be getting the tree when he gets home from work the next day. He will act shocked and get testy about having to go get it.

Then I figured out that if I cook a pot roast so tender and juicy, that the aroma wafting through the house conjunction with the visual of said roast when I lift the lid ...will placate him as only a carnivore's opiate can do. Then inform him that we are going out for the tree and will have the pot roast after we get the tree up and in the stand. I came up with this a few years ago and it works. (Although - it did not work when I brought our new dog home. I guess the carnivore's opiate can only placate so much ...but the prospect of having to care for a living breathing critter overrides the pot roast effect ;)

And maybe ...I have asked Mr SeaSpray to twirl one too many trees around in the lot ...only to go back to the first one we looked at after all. But we all know is the law of the universe ...Christmas tree protocoll ...that said Christmas trees must be pulled out... set upright and twirled around.

Actually, I ask him to "take it out and dance it around" and admittedly ...since I am a comparison shopper and a bit of a perfectionist to boot ...I like to look at a lot of them. And so after dancing with about 10 trees ..twirling this way and that and in various lights depending on the time of day ...Mr SeaSpray can get a bit testy.

It's a good year when he remembers to bring gloves. :)

I on the other hand am Mrs Christmas and so I think it is all just so much fun. :) Of course I'm not the one lifting and dancing around with the heavy trees ..or getting pricked by the needles. No ...I like to take pictures (which prolongs Mr SeaSpray's torture) to remember the fun. :)

Well ...for the first time ever ...I broke tradition.

I was on my way home when I saw that my favorite Christmas tree lot was setting up. It was a Friday afternoon ...December 3rd at just about 3:30 to be exact. These trees are fresh cut (that weekend) and all proceeds ..even tips are donated to the Immaculate Conception School. Which makes it even more special ...knowing your money is going to a good cause.

I knew those trees were just cut and brought over from Pennsylvania that day.

I love Frasier trees, but the big ones are always gone by the time we get there. So ...I decided to go and pick one out. The man was just unloading them off the truck. As I walked over to him I experienced the most amazing aroma therapy ... nature's aroma therapy ...the wonderfully, strong scent of pine ...everywhere.

The man was delightful ...OBVIOUSLY a Mr Christmas type. :)

I told him I was looking for a large Frasier tree and he immediately took me over to a beautiful 9 tree. Perfect shape. But ...I needed to know what else he had. And so he graciously danced a few more around. There was one that looked to be 12 feet tall. It was so perfect! I envisioned it sitting in a large room ...nestled in a corner by a beautiful staircase covered with fresh pine garland and children opening their presents in front of the tree ...a Hallmark vision. It was a magnificent tree!

Anyway ...sure enough the end ...I ended up taking the first one he showed me.

I was going to leave it there to pick up in a couple of days, but was afraid it could get stolen. He told me I could sit it outside in a bucket of water and even if it froze would still be fresh ...just do another fresh slice and gouge a cross into the bottom so it will drink again. He said the cold won't hurt it.

I went home and told Mr SeaSpray what I had done. We went back for it and it did sit in ice for the week, but has been very fresh and is only now beginning to dry a bit ...although still drinking a lot of water. Actually ...the tree is so thick with sturdy branches ...that I can hardly see underneath to water it and so I go by sound to know when to stop. It's a large stand and holds a lot of water and everyday it drinks about half of the water.

And here is the little miracle of or 2010 Christmas tree.

Every other year since 1975, after Mr SeaSpray wrestles it into the stand and then into the house ...Mr SeaSpray then has to get it all the way down in the stand and fuss with tightening and then more twirling it around until we (I) decide on the best sides of the tree. More testy vibes go out into the atmosphere then too ..okay words ..more testy words ...words and vibes. (Pot roast in the air definitely diffuses the negative energy though ;)

Well ...Mr SeaSpray and son had only had the tree upright for about 5 seconds when all of a sudden ...there was a loud THUMP! The tree had slammed down HARD into the stand.

It was funny ...because both Mr SeaSpray's and son's eyes got really wide with surprise. Not only did it slam down hard ...but it was perfectly upright. Trust me ...if there is a lean ...I will see it. I've been known to shine a light through the bottom back side of the tree because you could see the silhouette of the tree leaning ...even though not readily apparent to the guys.

Not only was it upright and firmly into the stand did not have to be twirled around at all. Perfect! I even joked that perhaps an angel assisted them. It was that unique of an experience as compared to working with all the other Christmas trees. No negative energy or words. It was done. i admit that later when Mr SeaSpray went to bed ...I did set up a light behind the tree and it was absolutely perfectly straight. It just does not ever happen that way ...and no twirling it around for the best position.

And so that was our mini Christmas tree miracle. And it's a good thing, because I did not make a pot roast that day. :)