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Everyone keeps telling me the trick to being a writer is to keep writing. I don’t think they say that to painters. But maybe they do.

I have friends who can’t stop themselves from writing. They don’t understand how I can NOT write. They can tell I’m literate, and I edit their things and help make them better, and I can tell funny story, so they just assume I must be able to write too. But what they don’t know is that almost all the funny stories I tell are just true.

My family is just interesting and funny, and we go interesting places and funny things happen to us. When I’m with them, and someone does something, I say, “you know you’re going to be chapter 57 when I write my book!” We’ve even decided what the title should be. And Then There Was More Food, because there always is. We laugh until we cry, and then we go back for more pie.
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You know how sometimes dogs or cats will get themselves or their collar/tags caught in the handles of a bag or something and then run around like crazy thinking they're being chased?  

Not here.

Katy (the white German Shepherd) keeps getting her tags caught in the AC vent she likes to lie on top of. When she was a puppy, it trapped her there and she'd have to whine until someone rescued her. Then she got big enough that one day when she stood up, the grill came with her! So now she just calmly walks over to the nearest human so they can detach it.  Katy up close
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So, I've just decided to become an alcoholic.

I've pretty much resigned myself to having a headache every day of my life, for at least part of the day, usually at least a dull ache all day.

But tonight, my darling really wanted a family meal. His family ate every meal together, every day. H detests the "modern American" family on the run every one eats separately meals. So he suggested that we go out tonight after he got back from church. He knows Thomas is ALWAYS up for any excuse to eat out, and that makes it two out of three agitating for a family meal. I bow to the majority and we go out to the newest branch of Casa Blanca, a decent Mexican restaurant around here. And I had a frozen Margarita. I am now exceedingly well-fed, and relaxed, and headache free. I'm thinking a daily margarita is an excellent idea.
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(Actually written last week)

Okay, You know how I go on and on about my long term hoo-ha with migraines.

Well, I've pretty much had a headache since New Year's Eve morning. Not necessarily a migraine, and there were one or two days in there where it was barely noticeable. Some days I was convinced it was "just" sinus. Although, I have to be careful, because ANY kind of headache can be a "trigger" for a M. But many of those days I have woken up in full blown "my head has exploded and I can't find all the pieces" mode. Dizzy, nauseous, weak, pain that goes all the way out my left arm to my fingers, my whole left side tingles, I can't concentrate, light hurts, noise hurts, lifting my head from the pillow is almost impossible. And yes, I tried all the obvious, including heat, ice, stretching, lying still, ignoring it (definitely NOT a good call), Maxalt, ibuprofen, naproxen sodium, aspirin, acetaminophen, caffeine, Sudafed, guaifenesin, chocolate, wine, and tequila. Not all at the same time of course, but separately and in various combinations. I’ve had good luck with treating migraines with red wine and chocolate. Yes, I know those are both classic triggers, but once you’ve already got the headache, what’s to trigger? Turns out it helps, often. But nothing is touching this stuff. In fact, three shots of tequila, and I was not only still in quite a bit of pain, I was still distressingly sober, which I should not have been after that much alcohol.

I finally decided to go to the doctor. If it is just really bad sinus, maybe some bacteria I got in Mexico that I'm not fighting off well, etc, maybe they can help. So I go in, tell my sad tale of woe, request a sinus X-ray, etc. Well, the Nurse Practitioner that I'm seeing thinks maybe an MRI wouldn't be completely out of the question, either. Can't we spot sinus infection on an X-ray? yes, but, migraine, blah blah something. Have I mentioned that I haven't been thinking clearly or remembering well? So the X-ray looks like yeah, a little infection, sorta looks like it's just starting though (or just getting over it? It HAS been two weeks), but she's going to write me a 10 day script for Augmentin or something, and give me a steroid shot in the butt. And schedule the MRI for Friday.

While I’m sitting there, I have an epiphany about, “What if the headache isn’t the defining symptom? What if my headache is coincidental or along with? And my neck hurts. What if that NECK thing, which connects the two body parts (head and arm) where the two major pains are, is important?

So my chiropractor is in and can see me. After finding out that I’d been in Mexico, he was very interested in the fact that we DROVE for 35 hours to get home. Seems being in a car that long is not good for backs, necks, etc. And yes, that could be a sinus headache I’m having, but it’s also a common area for neck pain to be “referred” to. He puts a heating pad behind me hooks me up to the electric buzzer torture thing (which is actually quite a pleasant sensation) to stimulate the muscles and get them to loosen up. Then after that he “broke” me. I was a little afraid to move, the crack in my neck sounded like I’d been seriously broken. Apparently it was broken free, though. I felt somewhat better.

By Thursday morning, with more heating pad and stretching stuff on my own, I felt fairly decent. Just sort of congested, with pressure on my head, and achy.

We drove to Laurel MS for my Aunt Katherine’s funeral on Friday. A sad but not traumatic affair. She was 76, and had been wheelchair bound for some time after a stroke. But with the going back and forth from and to the church, the cemetery, the church, the hotel, the house, and back home, we ended up spending most of Friday in the car.

Saturday I woke up in agony. One of the top three worst of the last three weeks. Saturday was a loss, I don’t even remember that much of it. Sunday was less bad.

Monday I got to see Kyle (my chiropractor) in the morning, before I went to get my MRI in the afternoon. I also was there Thursday. He puts me on the electrical stimulation machine, along with heat pads, and does some loosen and “cracking” stuff, and it seems to help. Plus I’m doing heat and stretching at home.

I just can’t seem to get things right though.

Last night I had a terrible headache despite seeing Kyle in the morning, and being on day 8 of the antibiotics, and being loaded up on the decongestants. I was really feeling sorry for myself, when the tornado sirens went off. AH HA! I said! It’s not me! My very pressure-sensitive sinuses are just doing what they do when we get bad-weather sudden pressure changes. I immediately felt better, at least mentally. Oh, and the tornado wasn’t in my part of town, although there were a couple of touchdowns, some damage, and power outages.

So, anyway, which is it, the headache? Migraine, brain cysts, sinus, neck pinch, storms? Seems like the answer may depend on what you're looking for, what your paradigm filter is.
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Okay, this was fun. For all you out there who have wondered, "Who IS this Thomas we're always hearing about?" Here's my second born:

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Now don't get me wrong, I love a good celebration as much as the next fellow.  But we've been visiting and/or celebrating something almost continuously since Nov.  23. 

The scary description: )

Suzette Hayden-Elgin says there really ought to be a word for those holidays that aren't really holidays, especially for the women who spend the whole time cooking and cleaning and refereeing.

Anyway, yesterday and today I've a REAL holiday.  The kind where you get to sleep to noon, read and drink tea all day, eat junky snacky food, and just pretend there's no other world, and in the evening have wine and your darling . . .

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Sanity? Sanity? . . . I know I've heard that word somewhere . . .

Yes, tomorrow is Christmas eve, and I'm still mailing out cards today.  I know my post-person is snickering at me as she picks up these endless stacks of cards, especially since today's have no hope of getting there. 

I still have one more present to get for Mat (¿who knew he was serious about the black socks?), and several more to wrap for all three boys and Mark. 

The only reason the majority of my buying and wrapping is done is that for me, Christmas was really this past weekend. 

We went to TN and celebrated Christmas with my Stepmother and (Biological)father and two sisters and a step brother (and assorted spouses and kids) on Saturday. 

Then on Sunday, Christmas with my mother and step-dad, at (his mother) my (step)grandmother's house (walking distance from my bio-dad's). There, I had (Besides Mother, Larry and MamaSmith,) two brothers, an aunt, a great aunt, my sis-in-law, and even MORE assorted kids/teenagers.  I was the favorite aunt this year, I gave every one of the kids —from Mathew, 21 to Ryan, 4— dart guns (this was to make up for last year, when I gave them each a unique, carefully chosen, personalized Christmas ornament, which all their parents thought was grand and the kids said "meh" to).  And they ran around like crazy people all over MamaSmith's house shooting each other like crazy people.  I knew MamaSmith was the kind that wouldn't care, and I didn't care that all the grown-ups hated me.  It'll pass! LOL!

Then Sunday night back to my stepmom's, to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah with with my sister and her husband and three kids.  Yoss, who claims to hate Jews, and will not set foot in a synagogue, none-the-less required Julie to convert, and is raising the kids sort of Jewish.  At least we got to celebrate two holidays.  No presents for the kids tho, who really are two young (4, 3, 22mo.  -- yes, those are correct) to appreciate all the way too many Christmas gifts they are getting.  And no latkes and no jelly donuts.  We had to settle for the chocolate batman cupcakes, which is all Yoss could find.

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No, No, No.  I can NOT go tomorrow.  I don't have time to relax and eat and visit!  What was I thinking?

Thanksgiving is an emotional time. People travel thousands of miles to be with people they see only once a year. And then they discover that once a year is way too often.

A good day

Apr. 28th, 2008 08:34 pm
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I'm just settling down for the evening with a glass of wine. It's been a good day today. I got lots done, and about 90% of actually done were actually on the list, and I got at least 80% of the list done.

Yep, feeling sorta self righteous.

Went to a really good class on Advocacy. Learned about the state government, etc. It was given by an advocacy group called Voices for Alabama Children.

Begged for some money today, for the ASA Teacher Appreciation Dinner from an as yet not to be named source. I've got a better than 50% chance, I think. If they come through, I'll name names.

And I even managed to get a supper on the table, with Mark's help, and we had a family dinner. And I got him some socks and underwear done. So he's a happy camper.
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We drove to Tennessee on Friday afternoon, and got a hotel in Humboldt, and went over to the Pollards to visit until fairly late. Besides the folks, two of my sisters and their families were there, and my brother from California, and the next door neighbors and their 3 kids. Very noisy, with all those kidlings all running around like crazy people. But fun, too. We opened some presents and drank and talked and talked.

Saturday was quite the day. First over to the Pollard's again for Breakfast, and to try to cook some cookies, which never actually got in the oven. Then over to MamaSmith's with the cookie batter for lunch there with all the Smith Clan (MamaSmith, my dad and mother, my two brothers and families, my sister and her family, my aunt and her son, and me and Mark and Thomas, and Mat and Rhiannon -- only 23 people, but eight were under 14). We ate without Mat and Rhiannon, because they got lost and were about an hour and a half late. Then as soon as they got there we let them fix plates and started the opening. The little kids were about to go nuts waiting, and one brother had to leave by 3pm to get to his wife's family's celebration. Lots of cool presents. I think my brother Nathan got the kids their favorite gifts -- everyone got a clear gift bag with the new dollar coins in them. More for the older ones, fewer for the littlest guys. I got everyone under 15 (and Rhiannon) a personalized tree ornament. The my oldest nephew got a pocket knife, and my aunt's boy who is 15 got a tie. Thomas got a giant Manga book. the best gift tho, was Mat's. He had asked for a box of Magic cards, meaning the card game Magic, the Gathering. Which I did get him and he'll open tomorrow. But on Saturday he opened a box of cards that you do magic tricks with. Thomas and I thought it was very cleverly funny.

That evening, We went to the Pollard's 40th Anniversary surprise party. It was really great. My baby sister organized the whole thing, and she used to organize fund-raising events for the Salvation Army in Knoxville, so she knew what she was doing. It was very nice, and still within our budget. She had a geek friend put together a video show from lots of old photographs that not only made my stepmother cry, but made my Dad cry! I wore a dress I bought years ago that looks really great on me (with proper slimming foundations to help) and some of the most fun, silver and black lace looking spike heel party shoes that you have ever seen. I'll try to get a photo.
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Thanksgiving is an emotional time. People travel thousands of miles to be with people they see only once a year. And then they discover that once a year is way too often.


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