What next?

Oy! What next.....

So, Grandma K, is finally home from the big ol' H. Thank goodness...... She came home a few weeks ago.

But get this!!!!!!!

Now, my Poppa is in the hospitial........

Last Thursday Dad and I were at the Grocery store to pick up some flowers for Grandma K, and Dad had to pick some things up, and I get this text message from Dad's girlfriend, that said 'Have your Dad call Papa' So I was like HOLY COW, something is wrong with Grandma K!!!! So I was looking around the store, when I was like Dad is on the other side of the store..... I have to remember what they taught us in school.... "if you ever lost, stay put"! So I went back to the flowers..... freeking out.

So, Dad called Papa, and Papa said that he wanted to go to the hospital . I was like WHAT?
So, who do we see in the parking lot? But Uncle D, so we gave him the 4-11.
Anyways, Dad and I rush, as fast as Batman to Papa and Grandma K's house......

Papa hadn't been feeling well the past couple of days, and then on Thursday, he was unsteady on his feet, and finally decided that he wanted to go to the hospital..... so being the clean man he is, he decided to shave and shower...... and when he went to dry off his feet, he either fell or blacked out.... (he was sitting down on the toilet) (Now, I havn't confirmed if he blacked out, or if he fell yet.... either or)

Once Dad and I got to Grandma K's and Papa's.... he was pale, and he did bump into the buffet table... I didn't like seeing him like that. Papa ended up calling 911. Because he was getting dizzy
So the EMS came, and they asked him all sorts of questions, and took his blook pressue.... and then they took him to the hospital......... Dad followed in his van.

On Friday they found out that Papa has a low count of white blood cells. He also has pneumonia.

On Saturday Papa was a little confused.... he is confused, he thinks he is at a wine store..... he tried to get out of bed this morning, and thought that the male nurse was the dr..... Dad went to go talk to the nurse and Papas asked dad how much did he owe him, Poppa also thinks that his car is outside and keeps asking dad to go and check on it....dad says that because of the bacteria in his blood, its making him confused, something like that but his breathing is better and grandma doesn't know that he is confused and he isn't sleeping well...... But Dad talked to his cousin, who is nurse, and says that this is normal, or something like that....

Later on Saturday Papa was still a little confused....he thought he was at his Grandfathers farm, and the nurse had to ask him three times where he was..... then when Dad and Uncle D were in their, the nurse walked in, and Pappa told her that "My sons are pains in the asses but this one (pointing to Dad) is a bigger pain in the ass." Hah. He also thought that Dad's girlfriend was L... (Poppa's brothers girlfriend) I told Dad at least he didn't call her M (My Mom) D (number 2)
An (number 3) OR A(number 4) Bwhaha. He still wanted to know where his car was, and Uncle David told him that he took it home.

Tonight Dad called, and said that Papa is much better, still confused but not as bad.

Goodness gracious... What next?

I'm in the mood to vent.......

So, here goes my venting session.....

I wish I was happy. I mean I am happy.... well some times I am, sometimes I'm not. I'm happy when I'm at work. I love my job, but when I get home... I just feel BLAH. I go into my room, and watch TV or go on the computer..... I don't think ther is anything wrong with that, but if I do it every night, I just feel blah, (I hope that doesn't sound bad, to other who do that, I didn't mean it to sound bad....)

I wish I wasn't chicken sometimes.... I wish I wasn't chicken to sometimes leave my house.... I sometimes get nervous, all depends, where I would be going, if I had the choice I would rather stay home....

I wish my Mom called me more often just to say I love you and I miss you.... because I love her and I miss her, I miss living with her, I miss living with Morgan and Grandma D .....and I love them too..... I can't say that I hate living with Dad, but I don't know what to call it. I'm alone half of the time... and the other times when he is home, I feel like I am alone, because he is working, and I am in my room.

I like using ..... alot

I hope Grandma K comes home soon.

I sometimes just feel so BLAH.

Everyone feels BLAH at some point right?

Thanks for letting me vent.........

Grandma K Update

Grandma K, is still in the hospital. Last week we found out that she had a mild heart attack..... Well that is what one Doctor said.... another doctor said that she had Congestive Heart Failure......and then we also found out that before she had a silent heart attack. Scary.... I'm glad she is in the hospital, and that the Doctors are doing tests... she might have to have surgery. She is having another test on Tuesday, to find out if she will have to have surgery..... I know she just wants to go home. Grandma K and Papa's dog Elle is just beside herself... she doesn't know where Grandma K is. I hope she will be coming home soon. I'll go visit her tomorrow... with Dad and Morgan, before school. I have to write my exam tomorrow... wish me luck! I'm not much of a studier!. Ick. Oh well, one exam to go, and then I am done until the New Year!

Yippee!

Grandma K

This morning Grandma K went to the hospitial.
She had trouble breathing this moring.

When Dad told Morgan and I, I was like WHAT? And then the tears came. For both of us.
I guess it's just the whole fact that Grandma K is in the hospitial. They want to keep her for a few days to run some tests.

Dad, Moragn, myself and Auntie J are going to see her tomrrow.

She will be fine. But if you send some prayers.... that would be nice.

How was your weekend?

Did you miss me?

Don't worry.... I am still here....... Just having some problems at home..... [Dad know's how to press my buttons, and OF COURSE... I know how to press his in return]


Just letting you know I am still here.......


Hope you are enjoying your week.

A Few More Things

Good morning!!!!

=)

I'm starting to think that these 'thing' posts are like venting for me! ;)

1) I've never had a boyfriend..... I've even signed up for those daiting sites...... ugh.... some are okay... others that I have emailed me, UGH! Helloo.... yes, I do like 'older music' and really that does not mean that I like 45 year old men! BLEH!

2) I'm still waiting for the okay from my Dad, to let me get a cat! [HURRY] BUT, I told him yesterday...... I would loooooooo0oooove a kitten but, EVERYONE wants a kitten....... and I think that all of the older cats would get picked over...... Then he's like, well the older cats are in there for a reason........ What do you think?

10 Things

10 Things about me! Yay!



1) I'm Dana, I used to think my Mom and Dad named me that because it rhymes with Pana,[Pain-a] (Yes, I have made that a word.) But now I really like my name. So there!



2) I am a twin. I am twin B. I was just being nice, and I let Morgan go first. We were three months early. My Mom's due date was January 1991, and we were born on October 30th 1990. We had our first Christmas in the hospital.



3) My Dad calls me 'Peanut' He calls Morgan 'Pundin' She doesn't like it. I love my name! ;)



4) I have a 'thing' for the 1950's stertype housewive. Sorry,but I do. Not that I'm going to be all like 'Honey, put your feet up, here's a drink, supper is on the table, blah blah blah' Well maybe not that much, but I just think what we saw in the 1950's stertype housewive, wasa kinda magical.



5) I wish prices were what they were back when my Grandparents were young, or even when my parents were young. Like SERIOUSLY!!!! 1.50 for eggs, bacon, toast and coffee? Now it's just 1.50 for the coffee.....



6) I'm 18 (I'll be 19 at the end of the month) and I still don't have my license... I'm scared. I'm scared of the other people on the road, we have some scary drivers out there. Last year my Papa took me to the mall parking lot, to drive around. It was amazing, scary but fun! Now he said once I get my first part of my license he will take me back, just incase I run into anything (LOL) it would look better on his insurance. I've trying to read the book, it's kinda boring! LOL



7) I love being a twin. Espcially to Morgan. Before I was jealous. Like really jealous. I'm not sure if I have posted this beore, but Morgan has Cerebral Palsy. We have friends that we grew up with that also have Cerbral Palsy. I have grown up around children and even adults with dissabilites. And it was like 'HELLLLOOOO' it's such an eye opener. And I feel sorry for people who havn't have as much insight to people with dsisabilities than I had. Morgan has had many surgeries, the last one, being two m,etal rods in her back. (Because her spine was in the shape of a question mark) The surgery lastet 8 hours. When I went to see her, she looked like Gene Simmons, when he had his face lift. Well not really, but her face was puffy. It was hard to talk to her.

8) I always wanted to go to school in England

9) I am a Brownie Leader. They call me Sunshine Owl. I got a new name this year.... Daisy Duck

10) I'm starting to really love life. Don't get me wrong, I loved it always, but now I am really enjoying it, etc. I moved out... (with my Dad) but I still miss my Mom Grandma D and Morgan. I have a job now, and it has opened my eyes, to 'the real world'
So, I am really thankful for what I have, and what I will have in the future, (hopefully) [Did that make sense?]

I'm going on vacation.

YAY ME!

Can I get another YAY?

YAY


I'm excited to go on vacay.... I'm going up north, to visit family, so YAY.... BUT, on Friday I'm going to amusement park... in the USA... (I live in Canada...) So, thats for the weekend, and on Monday, my Dad will be driving me up north!

I hope that my vacay will have awesome blog topics!

:)

My story of my getting my widsom teeth removed.....

*** Note to the reader.... I actually got my Wisdom teeth removed in March... I wrote this "story" for another blog.... and I wanted to share with you. Enjoy..

(First, before we start... please forgive my spelling. ) :)


Of my experience, YESTERDAY that I experienced getting my wisdom teeth out.

DUN DUN DUN

So..... BEFORE I start this..... PLEASE.... if YOU HAVE TO.... DO these things before you start reading my blog.

Go to the bathroom.
Go get a snack
Brush your teeth
Ehem, so as I was saying yesterday I go my wisdom teeth out. Lovely.

My appoiment was at 8:45, but as we all know, appoiments usually NEVER start on time. NEVER!!!!
I actually had to get exrays done first. Because when I went their for my consult, the developer machine thing was not working. Anyways..... so when I walked in do you want to know what I heard......

SCREAMING! CRYING! BOTH!!!!!!!! I was like, whhhaaaaat did I get myself into? SERIOUSLY! It was as bad, as if they were taking out her widsom teeth, but they forgot the give her the drugs!!! (I'm not sure what she was upset from, but.... still...!!!)
So, I got my exrays, and found out that I only had 3 widsom teeth, instead of the 4 that I though I had. BONUS!!!

Soooo..... once I had the exrays done, I had to go back to the waiting room. In that waiting room, their was two other ladies, myself, and my Dad. Akward. I know. Anyways, when they called me in, I gave my Dad a hug and a kiss, and said good-bye. Or wait... I think I said Holla... Nooo. wait I said good-bye.

So the nurse led me to this room, at the end of the hall, scarey eh? So I lied down in the dentist chair, and we were talking and laughing and then she stuck the thingy-ma-bob on my finger, and around my arm, for my blood presure. Which went off every 5 minutes. (Scared me to death the first time, because I was alone in the room, and I thought something was wrong) Do you ever notice that when you have one of those on your arm.... it squeezes you SOOOO hard, you think your arm is going to pop off? (Well, just wondering)

Okay, so where was I?

Oh yeah, so after the nurse, put the blodd presure things on me, she stuck the sticker things on my chest and belly... I have no idea what they were called, but they were attached to the machine that took my heart rate etc, just like the blood pressue thingys.( I had to lift my shirt up so she could put the thingys on my chest, because they went up in that area......, thank goodness I choose to wear a clean bra that morning.)

So, I don't think I mentioned this but my neighbour from where my Mom lives, also works their, so that was fine, she was in the room, with me for the whole operation. Which was nice. :)

So, I am waiting to get the IV in from the Dr, and another nurse walks in, she was nice and friendly, and very funny. She was awesome. I asked her if I say anything funky when I am coming around from the medicnce, to not tell me UNLESS IT WAS ABSOLUTLY FUNNY!!!...


BRB it is 8:25 AM I need to go and take more T'3's Okay, I'm back and it is now 8:30 we can commence now. :)

Back to what I was asking the nurse...... her reply to that was " What happens in oral surgery, stays in oral surgery." I liked her.
(Anyways, I do remember what I did say when I was coming out the anesthetic. But you will hear those in a minute or two!)

So, I'm talking with the nurse, and my neighbour nurse, and the Dr walks in. Does not say "Hi Dana" Or "How are you this morning?" NOTHING like that! NOTHING! He just goes right to the table, gets that elastic band thingy, puts it around my arm, and starts to put the IV in my hand. That was rude. Goodness Gracious!!! :) :)

Anyways, I guess I have "small vains" because he poked me twice in the top of my hand, which pinched. ALOT. And then closer to my wrist which did not pinch as bad. (Before the Dr came in, the nice nurse said it would take about 45 seconds for the anesthetic to kick it. I think it took shorter. LOL!!!!) (Oh, Don't worry, the nice nurse and my neighbour nurse, were both super nice, but I can't call them nice nurse, and night neighbour nurse... well maybe I can, but no.) :) Anyways, once the IV was in, the nice nurse and my neighbour nurse, said to think of lovely thoughts, nice places to dream. I said I'm going shopping. With my Grandma.....Then I was out.

Because I have to use the bathroom, at this point in my story, I am giving you permission, to go the bathroom, get a drink... etc... but hurry back. :)

Okay back, I actually got sidetracked and went on Facebook, but you know! :) hehe I just wanted to be honest with you all. :)
Okay, so when I woke up, I had those oxygen thingys in my nose. They felt weird...... so, these are the things that I remember saying or asking the nice nurse...

What time is it? ( I think I asked her that every 10 minutes, because Once I would ask her, I would doze off, and then wake back up, and ask her again, and it was like 10:00, or 10:10) (Those were not the times she told me, because I don't remember the times! Just wanted to clear things up! ):)
I asked her where was my Dad?
I asked can I have some Kraft Dinner?
I asked if I did okay.
You know what, I probably asked her, more... wait I know I asked her more, even though I don't remember, what those things were, she understood EVERYTHING THAT I SAID! I had gauze in my mouth, my mouth was still frozen from the freezing, and Oh my ! :) Seriously! CRAZY!


So, When I woke up, I was really really, dizzy.

So, when I was not as dizzy as I was when I worke, up.... we moved to the recovery room, but I was still dizzy. I had to put my arm around the nice nurse, because I almost walked into the wall.... twice....
After I got to the recovery room, I got to lie, down, and guess what?!?! I HAD A BLANKET! It was cozy.


Then they brought my Dad in. I remember asking him if he could go and get my ice-cream, and I asked about my Grandma and my Papa, and thier dog... (Just a side note about my Grandparents... it is their 51st Wedding Anniversary today! :) )

Anyways, once I was in the recovery room for maybe about 10 minutes, they brought in another girl, who I think was my age, and you know what? SHE GOT TO LEAVE BEFORE ME! I was like WHAT IS THIS? But I guess she came out the the anesthetic quicker than I. Her parents were nice. They asked about, me and said hope you feel better. I liked them too. :)

Anyways, the nurse who sticked the thingys on my chest came in, and asked how I felt... I said I felt sleepy, and a little dizzy. Then she asked if I wanted to sit, up. I said no. She said "okay lets sit up" I was like lady, I just said no. But I felt a little better when I sat up, I was dizzy, but it was good to sit up. She changed my gauze in my mouth, and went though the tings I can eat etc. Then I started on T3's.Then I got to stand up, becascause I got to go home.
My Dad brought the car around to the back, and the nurse who stuck things on me, guided me to the car. She even helped put my coat on. Oh, I almost walked into the wall again. :)



During the ride home, I called my Mom and my Grandparents.

Then when my Dad brought me home, I went to bed.



Wow... that was a long post......


So that was my story.



Thank you for reading... drive carefully... ;)