Me, I guess

It's been a long rough week. Most of you know why I disappeared, only posting medical updates on daughter with little in between on twitter. But here's a short synopsis of what's been happening.

MY MIL wakes me up Sunday morning. My ex and Ashley, my daughter, her boyfriend, has tried to call me. Ashley's in hospital. Severe blod clot. The ER doctor had admitted her and the plan was to keep her on cuemadin (god knows the correct spelling. I think I used about 100 different ones during my updates!) let the blood thin until it flows through the clot. She presented with a PURPLE LEG SWOLLEN FROM THE HIP DOWN. *breathe*

Pause for a bit of info dump here: My daughter is 19. The ER doc and the one that came in the next day in the afternoon(that was a bitch for us. Mamma grizzly was getting frayed along the edges.) were going to leave her with a huge clot with risk of stroke, yada yada, and just try to move a little blood. The hospitilist even said, the clot won't go away, the blood will just move through it. Let's just say by the time the hospitilist arrived, they had a consult request.

I asked the doctor about the results of the ultra sound and she was like I didn't see that part. I just smiled with a lot of teeth when she said she'd look again as she got ready to consult. See, I happen to have an uncle who's specialty is in vascular field. She was forced to consult. That evening she came back and said a surgeon would be in. He came about a half hour after her.

You could tell it was one doctor coming in as a favor for another at first. Although he never treated us like idiots. His questions seemed more, "If we do surgery, what are some of the risk factors," that kind of thing. Then he looked at her leg. The if became when (tomorrow, which was Tuesday) and he started going over stuff with us.

She had four surgeries (which are actually called procedures cuz they never used a "knife" lol but same difference to my daughter. They were doing stuff inside her body with things that didn't belong there...) and it turns out she has May Thurners (again with the spelling) and the thinning process they were originally using would not have helped her half as much and likely would have resulted in something bad happening and the inability to have children. After two days of ultra sound being used at the heart of the clot, they still had to use two stents to get clear through the clot part that wouldn't go away, even with thinnners.

The treatment as she ended up getting will give her a chance at having kids in the future, and resolved the problem as best as modern medicine is capable. She's recovering nicely to the point that she's back at arguing with her mom :D

Believe me when I say this is a quick synopsis. So much drama happened... Oh well. For now, there's the update LOL

Hopefully, I can get back to my writing.

Ever have one of those days?

I can't imagine you haven't. You know the type. First off, you have to get up at 4 am to go pick up husband. You find out that teenage son used up 15 of the 20 bucks of gas you put in car night before in prep for all the driving to be done. Then, when you get home, you try to go back to sleep cuz the 2-4 sleep was not what you'd call enough! but you can't. You talk to your husband, watch a little netflix, yada yada, and next thing you know, it's 8 oclock and all you've done is a little dozing.

Then, you get up late. The kids aren't doing what they are supposed to do if they wake up before you, ie eat and chores, even though you bought cream cheese strawberry pastries for breakfast. You get them moving and they cry and whine cuz you're making them eat! Really kids? Then nothing is where/how its supposed to be. you're redoing work you've already done. Every time you sit down to write, your children start fighting/screaming even though you just threatened to ship them to Zimbabwe if they do it again. You don't get a shower until 530 pm and while in the shower, the water drizzles to nothing. Then you find out the concentrate gallon of shampoo and conditioner you bought forever ago is actually two big bottles of conditioner?

You do to auditions and are on stage just as extra but get told to speak and you speak in an English accent, even though there's no reason for it? yeah, that one actually shocked the director LOL Good thing I've worked with her before!

Then you get home after 45 min driving and guess who's sleeping? Yep the two year old night maniac. Guess who's going to wake up in 15 min? So, yeah, one of those days for me...Okay, it was 2 minutes cuz I had to tell my other kids to shut up and go to sleep and he heard me... Sigh.

Worst part was not getting to write. All the extra discipline issues, travel time, etc translated into no writing for me. I did get to open up the file and guess what I found? A fragment sentence and the start of a new sentence as "The" and then white space. I kid you not...

I will try to write tonight... but since 2 yo is crying is flipping head off cuz he wasn't ready to wake up, I'm not holding my breath. Instead, I'm going to think of my story and how to make it even more awesome than it already is. I will write in my mind. Writing. Better than Calgon any day!

What do you do when you have one of those days? How do you keep your chin up and writing goals in mind? To help me, I'm going to think about which snippet to use as an excerpt tomorrow. That will make me happy :)