Thursday, October 25, 2012

The one where she finishes

Tomorrow marks a big day.
I mean, really! How cute is she?!?!

Ok, maybe a HUGE day.

A little background. Cause you know I like to do that.

My mom. She's pretty awesome.

When my sisters and I were little girls, it was SO important to my mom to stay at home with us. No questions asked- no matter if it were financially feasible or not. She and my dad committed to making it work. They felt so strongly about it.

In addition, my mom taught each of us to read. She home schooled us for kindergarten. She made up her mind she wouldn't put us in school until we learned to read. And we are all strong readers today.

Staying home was THE best thing she could have ever done.

But since she stayed home with us, that meant school or a career was put on hold for her.

Until 1998. My mom decided to go back to college.

She started college and graduated with an associates degree in nursing in 2000.
She became Kathy Corso, RN.

Watching a parent go through college is one of the most inspiring things. (I actually had the privilege of watching both my mom and dad go through college.) Not only doing school work, but still taking care of our family. It was a LOT. But she did it. And with grace.

A couple years later, my mom decided she wanted the letters BSN to join the RN after her name. So she decided to plug through and go through the RN to BSN program at the University of Texas at Arlington.

She graduated with her BSN in 2005 and continued working as a labor and delivery nurse.

And then....she got the bug again. The woman just likes school! (or so it would seem!)  She decided that RN, BSN were not enough...She wanted the MSN as well.

So she decided to do it. She buckled down and as of tomorrow- my mom will officially be:

Kathy Corso, RN, BSN, MSN.

I am SO proud of her. She's an AMAZING nurse. There are SO many women that have gone through the most exciting, sometimes the most devastating  most painful, and most often- the most joyous day of their life with my mom at their side.  Every character quality you think a nurse should have....my mom has it. She's pretty much the best labor and delivery nurse.....EVER. :-)

So, as of tomorrow at 6pm, she'll have finished her last class. And I'm proud of her. And I thought you all should know.




Sunday, October 21, 2012

He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven.

Psalm 107:29, 30

Friday, October 19, 2012

The one where I remember my most brilliant idea ever


I updated my Facebook status this morning as shown above. After seeing several of the comments, it reminded me of the most brilliant idea I think I may have ever had. 

Back in January 2010 we were having a super cold winter in Dallas. And I should probably remind you all of a few things. I'm a Dave Ramsey girl. This translates to this: In the summer, I don't turn my a/c down very much and in the winter, my apartment stays pretty cold.

So. One Friday night I'd been preparing to go to bed (probably at 8:30pm, or something) and was thinking about coffee for the following morning...and since I'm being honest here, let's break it down even more. I'm always thinking about coffee in the morning. At lunch time I think about my cup of coffee I'll have the next morning. Before bed, especially, I'm thinking about that cup of coffee I'll have. I just love coffee. 

Well. Anyways! A most uncomfortable experience in the winter is having to actually get out of a warm bed to get to the coffee pot. 

So. I had the brilliant idea to move my coffee pot into my bedroom and to my nightstand. The next morning was Saturday, I wanted to sleep in, and wanted to stay in the comfort of my warm bed as long as possible. 

When I woke up, it may or may  not have been close to 58 degrees in the apartment and all I had to do was reach one hand from underneath the covers to hit the 'on' button. My cream was already in the cup ready to go (because it was cold enough in the apartment not to need to be refrigerated) and I even had paper towels ready in case I needed them. Seriously. I wasn't getting out of bed for anything!

I think I stayed in bed til 2pm that day. Just because I could. 

I should also take this time to apologize to some of my former roommates for letting the apartment get so cold... I'm sure your life was bettered because we saved $10 a month on utilities. Oops. :-)




Monday, October 15, 2012

The one where I celebrate a year

One year ago today, I landed in Tallahassee. Here is the post from a year ago. Re-reading it almost made me cry again! Such an incredible year. It started out SO crazy- and has ended up so crazy AWESOME.

And turns out, I started my adventure in Tally the same way I celebrated my one year:

(this picture was taken last year- but could have easily been taken today)

I'm grateful for this past year. It could possibly be one of THE best years of my life. It's been a peaceful year, drama free, and an adventurous year. What more could one ask for?!

In other news, yes, I'm sick again. Allergies have overtaken my body. Went to the doctor today to see what I could do about it- considering I've gone through almost 3 boxes of sudafed in the past 8 days.

Came home with 2 more prescriptions (in addition to the slew of meds I got while in the ER last week), and the makings for homemade soup. I've wanted soup all day and I'm not a 'canned' soup kind of girl. Which means I will do whatever needs to be done to have homemade soup.

I'm sitting down with meds in system, steaming soup, and hot tea.

Happy one year anniversary to me!









Saturday, October 6, 2012

The one in the ER

So I had quite the eventful day yesterday.

Kidney stones. Any of you ever dealt with them before?

And just FYI, I'm going to use words like urethra and ureters in this post. If those words bother you, you may want to stop reading now :-)

I've had three ladies tell me in the last couple of days- if they had the choice- childbirth or kidney stones- they would choose childbirth. No questions asked.

Let's think about that for a second.

Yeah. Let that sink in.

So I woke up yesterday morning, turned on my coffee pot, and sat down to read. Like any normal day. Until I began to feel wildly uncomfortable. I'd known the kidney stones were making their move this week as I'd had some issues on Monday and Tuesday. But this was different. I went to the cabinet and found some expired pain meds from the last bout and thought I'd see if they helped.

They offered no relief.

Now, here's the deal. Growing up, we hardly EVER went to the doctor. So that's not my normal first plan of action. Not dying? Then no doctor. Take some ibuprofen. {I am my mother's daughter.}

And in addition, it costs a lot of money. And I'm Frugal Fanny. To the nth degree.

So as I lay on the floor of my apartment writing in pain (TMI?) the only thing I was weighing in my mind was "am I in so much pain that it will be worth whatever it costs?" And the answer was yes. WHATEVER it cost. The pain was that bad.

I had text my co-worker, Sarah, around the time I took the pain meds and told her I would possibly be needing her assistance- but that I was waiting to see if the meds kicked in. Once I'd waited long enough wtih no relief, I text her and said "let's do this."

She headed my direction.

I walked out to her car and was in tears. I'd experienced kidney stones before- but NOTHING compared to what I was feeling.

God bless Sarah Powell for being a champ. She calmly drove me to Patients First (urgent care option in Tally) and we got in and had to fill out the paperwork. I'm sitting in the waiting room crying. Seriously. And attempting to help Sarah answer all the questions the papers were asking. She now knows my family medical history and knows for CERTAIN I'm not a smoker, drug user, or heavy drinker. :-)

After filling out all the paperwork, Sarah takes it back to the counter and the lady says "If she is in this much pain, you need to go straight to the ER."

Thanks, lady. Thanks for telling this AFTER we filled out all your paperwork!

To me, all this meant was it would be LONGER before I could get some relief from the pain.

Sarah drives me over to the ER (which I didn't even know where an ER was in Tallahassee, so I'm glad she was driving!) and drops me off before she goes to park.

I walk in to the ER, tears streaming down my face, give the lady my ID and insurance card and say "kidney stones."  She comes around immediately and gives me a wheel chair and within minutes has an armband printed off and attached to my wrist ready to take me back. SO impressed with how quick they took care of me.

They wheel me back and get vitals and take me to emergency room number 6. They send me off to get a urine sample and when I came back- Carl was waiting outside of the room. (Carl and Jennifer are family of family here in Tallahassee...I've blogged about them here and here)

I saw him and started crying again. Feeling so grateful at this point to see him.

I get in the room, still no pain relief has been given and I just lay on the bed whimpering. Ok, crying and whimpering. It was a low moment, y'all. For real.

I know this next statement might make my mom and sister feel awful, but it's true. While laying there with nurses all around, all I could think was how badly I wanted MY two nurses to be there. My little sister, Caralyn, is an ER nurse in Dallas, and my mom is a Labor and Delivery nurse.

When the ER nurse came in, my first thought was "Caralyn would be a much happier face to see right now."

But that's beside the point. I'd been there maybe 30 minutes (who knows on time. I don't. It felt like forever) when the pain started to get so bad I knew I was going to throw up. I tell them as much and they go in search of a trashcan or bag. I have it in my hands 5 minutes when I started to get sick. And I quickly got up, off the bed, and went to the corner of the room. I dropped to my knees and the BIG sobs started coming. Between throwing up, sobbing, and catching my breath, I kept telling Sarah and Carl "I'm so sorry! I'm SO sorry you have to see this!"

They kept urging me to get off the floor and back to the bed, but I just didn't want them to see me throw up. When I was done, I walked back to the bed and the lady began to hook me up.

While laying there, I was exhausted and started to zone out.

Evidently, I wasn't really aware of anything at that point. I just knew she was sticking needles in my arm and taking blood, etc.

Carl and Sarah knew VERY well the moment the meds entered my body. As did I. I felt a rush through my body and all I could say was "oooooooh man."

I'm probably not the one to tell this part of the story, but either way. I felt immediate relief. Whatever they'd just put into my IV line was beautiful. Very beautiful.

After this, they took me to get a CT scan and I was content.

Meds are a beautiful thing.

And I remember thinking to myself "Remember this moment. When you get the hospital bill, remember this moment."

From there, we waited a bit for CT scan results. Doctor came in and said both ureters are lined with small stones, left AND right- but the left ureter is completely obstructed by a bigger stone. Hence the crazy pain.

So next stop was the urologist.

Sarah drove me over, we checked in, and began to wait. It was 12:30 at this point and we waited. And waited. And waited some more. (We were waiting for the hospital to send the CT report over to the urologist)

We waited so long the meds from the ER started to wear off. Sarah went to tell someone they needed to do something as she saw my face go white and the pain take over.

They came in, gave me a shot, and 15 minutes later came back in with the news.

The two options were the sound waves blast to break up the stone, or go in and physically remove it.

Because of the location of the stone, they couldn't do the sound waves blast thing-a-ma-jig. (that's a real word.) :-) The only other option was to remove it. But. The doctor said "Minda. You are SO CLOSE to having passed this stone. Really. It's SO close. My advice would be to go home, take your meds, drink tons of water, and let it pass on it's own.

So. That's the plan. They sent me home.

Sarah took me to the pharmacy where we had prescriptions filled.

She dropped me back off at my apartment at 3:45pm.

What a day.

I came upstairs, unloaded my meds, and took a nap. Took another dose of meds at 5:30pm- then kept myself awake until 10 so I could take one more dose before going to bed.

And that, my friends, is how I spent my day yesterday.

I should also note, I'm still taking the STRONG meds today and typed this all out while feeling a little woozy. So if words are incorrect, times don't match, or if anything is just plain weird....Well, I'm blaming it on the meds. :-)

Was hoping to only need the 'lighter' medicine this morning but that's NOT an option.

So here's to a full day of medicine and LOTS of water!
Cheers.

(I'm a social media person. How could I NOT take a picture....even in the condition I was in (aka- looking ALL KINDS of rough!)




Thursday, October 4, 2012

The one where the vault is unlocked

There has been a new fad on Twitter and Instagram in which people post old pictures of themselves and tag it #TBT or "Throwback Thursday."

I have ignored this fad as I truly believe God was looking out for me when Facebook was created AFTER I left high school. There are just some things that need to remain offline....such things being any picture of me between the age of 12 and 18. They can stay in a locked vault.

When I'm 40, I'm sure I'll look back and laugh- but even at the ripe old age of 28, I still say "TOO SOON!"

I know we all had those 'awkward' years....But let me tell you. It wasn't a phase for me....It was my life.

It didn't help matters that 2 weeks before my senior pictures were to be taken, I went in for a haircut that left me looking like a 35 year old mom of 4. (Not that anything is wrong with being a 35 year old mom of 4 kids....But for some reason, there are so many women who get pregnant, have a baby- and BAM! The next decision they make is to chop all their hair off! Why, ladies, WHY!?!?!?)  Anyways. Back to the haircut.

I told the lady what I wanted. She decided adding layers in all over was a good idea.

I cried.

And my senior pictures are a disgrace.

I'm not exaggerating, y'all. Not at all.

All that to say, I'm still pretty sensitive about these pictures. Ok, REALLY sensitive about these pictures.

But conversation last week at a football watching party turned to Throwback Thursday and I mentioned how I am not partaking. The others suggested that it couldn't be THAT bad.

So. I called my dad.

I asked if he wouldn't mind going through a few photo albums and sending a couple of pictures my way that I could consider posting. Ok maybe I needed to fast and pray about this decision....But either way. I'd think about it ;-)

So Tuesday morning, dad begins to send me some pictures. I'd specifically said 'NOTHING' older than middle school.

The first picture to come through was my senior picture.

I almost threw up in my mouth!

The 2nd picture was Freshman year.

I quickly reminded him I needed YOUNGER pictures.

But he was on a role.

The next 13...yes 13 pictures that came through sent me into a full-blown panic.

I kept texting saying "ENOUGH!"

They kept coming.

I finally said "MY SELF ESTEEM CAN NOT HANDLE THIS."

2 more came through.

His response?

"I love them!"

That being said, I decided I could post 2. Here they are. :-) Happy Throwback Thursday.

Maybe in 10 years I'll post a couple more.