Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Sick of being sick. Operation get Bindy well

So I’m sure if you are on my Facebook you have heard that since last Thursday I have been in hospital... So this past couple days have been ZERO fun for me. So it all started well I guess Wednesday, I had no energy I felt like doing nothing and was mega tired. Which I just wrote off as exhaustion from moving, unpacking etc. Anyway, Thursday morning I was woken up at 4:30am with twisting stomach cramps. These were so, so bad that I seriously couldn’t even move out of the foetal position, I woke Trent up so he could get me a heat pack & I went back to sleep in so much damn pain it was not funny. Then I woke up & went about my usual day to day stuff, but I had a throbbing pain constantly in my stomach area. I seriously couldn’t do anything, I was trying to do laundry but then I would peg clothes out for like less than 2 minutes than have to have a sit down for awhile on the stairs because I had no energy and was in so much pain. I ended up calling my Mum (who doesn’t call their Mum when they are sick?). And she wanted straight up for me to visit the Doctor, I don’t really like Doctors (no offence to any Doctors, I’m just scared of needles). So I had a hot shower, some boiled water & tried to have a nap. (The nap was unsuccessful thanks to the stupid dog a few houses up that barks at NOTHING!). Anyway I called Mummsie back and she said she was on her way over and we were going to an afterhours Doctor (since it was already about 5pm I think). The Doctor examined me and sent me straight to Emergency at one of the local hospitals up here in Toowoomba. There they did all these tests, pushing on my stomach, blood tests, ultra sounds, walking, jumping & pretty much anything else medically test like you can think of. Not fun. Especially the blood test as I am SUPER scared, like more than scared, petrified of needles. Fun for Trent and Mum who had to stand there & attempt to distract me while I cried. I was just so exhausted & STARVING. I hadn’t eaten since lunch. And I have a HUGE appetite, so it was now around dinner time, so I was craving food. But no one would let me eat, so I was cranky, tired, starving & so upset and scared. The end result was that first thing in the morning I would be rushed into emergency surgery for laparoscopic surgery. Nothing major but not surgery to be written off as nothing.
So before I finally get into a hospital bed it’s around midnight & Trent and Mum have gone home to get me my essentials (stuffed toy, pjs, toothbrush, pillow, hair brush, underwear etc) I finally get 4 sandwiches. That’s it, like I mean 4 lousy triangles of bread with stuff on them... So I went to bed still hungry, but I had to fast for my surgery that morning.
So Friday morning rolls around and after a pretty stressful night’s sleep (well fair to say not a lot of sleep happened) I am told I have to have a shower. So that’s all good, off I go to shower. But then everything was black & blurry and spinning & I was being sick, so I had to buzz for the nurse who helped me back to bed. Now I only remember snippets from that Friday morning, I remember lying in bed being asked lots of questions & people yelling my name. And there were a bunch of people (Trent said the room was full, like 6 or 8 Doctors/Nurses) around my bed, trying to take my blood pressure, temperature, put little sticker things on my chest. It turns out I scared the life out of them as my blood pressure dropped rapidly to like something over 40 & then something over 20. And it was just going crazy. Trent was in the room at this time (Mum was running late luckily, I don’t think I would like her to see me like that) and Trent said I was that pale I looked grey. He said it was actually quite scary to see me so sick. Anyway all this drama continued in the room (I honestly think I was passing in & out of consciousness as I remember only a lot of people yelling my name?). Then I remember being rushed downstairs to the surgery area, I said a brief goodbye to Trent there (from this memory I can tell I really must’ve been very sick, as before most traumatic medical things or even a simple needle I get quiet freaked out, for this I just really didn’t care, I just wanted it all to be over with). I went into the theatre area, where once again something must’ve happened as I remember them putting an oxygen mask on me yelling at me to breathe, yelling my name & I don’t even remember them telling me to count backwards or anything. Then I woke up in recovery & ask the nurse if they got out what they were looking for & he said they did and that I was very lucky it was removed there and then as it was pretty ugly, my reply I think was something along the lines of 'that's good, I'm going back to sleep now' (I slept a lot after the operation). Then I woke up in my room and 2 minutes later Trent & Mum walked in, Trent was holding a HUGE beautiful Christmas reindeer/moose cuddly toy & Mum bought me such a pretty blue playboy bra that I’ve wanted for awhile, so YAY for presents. But that whole day was a blur to me; as I write this I am trying to mentally piece together the events of the day. It was very scary time for me as it was my first major operation & how very, very sick I was is now very clear to me, as normally I would’ve ‘carried on’ quite a bit before surgery (tears, shaking, trying to get out of it etc). But I think I just wanted to get better and just was almost oblivious to what was going on around me.
That night my Dad came back up with my Mum and my little brothers and they bought me a big bunch of beautiful flowers and sat beside me and chatted for a few hours. Spending time with my family made me feel a lot better.
The next day was the Saturday & finally I was allowed to go home in the afternoon! I couldn’t wait to sleep in my own bed, bath in my OWN shower; it’s just relaxing to be in your OWN home.
 Thank you Mum for looking after me so well (she has been here yesterday running around cleaning, washing & making sure I am ok & today again to check on me & take me back to her place for dinner... I appreciate it so very much). Thank you also to my gorgeous fiancee’ Trent who I would be lost without. Thanks for loving me when I seriously looked like I was dead. Also a HUGE thank you to everyone who wrote ‘get well’ comments on Facebook and Twittter. I appreciate it & each one made me smile whilst I was in hospital.

Today I went for a blood pressure check up & sadly enough my blood pressure is still very low & it freaked out the poor girl who was taking it (it also scared poor Mum!). My stomach & cuts are still very tender & sore, but I am feeling worlds better than I was on Thursday/Friday. So I am praying I recover quickly (your prays may help to!) I am so sick of not being able to do anything!! Anyway I should be off to get more rest. I promise I am going to try and write more blogs. I’m sorry I’ve been so slack, just moving house, not having internet & now being sick really sets me back!! (I know I shouldn't make excuses!!)


Sunday, 28 November 2010

Happy Birthday to my 2 favourite boys.

Yesterday was a big day for me. I got out of hospital (more on that in another post) but bigger than that it was my two little (but bigger) brothers birthday!! Now they are born on the same day (November 27th) but two whole years apart. Strange I know, but I don't even want to think about how it all happened. LOL. I just think it's so cool, they get to share their birthdays with their best mate. So like my family usually celebrates anything, we ate. Mum and Dad put on a lovely BBQ dinner & Mum made her delicious pavlova. I seriously love nothing more than Mums pavlova! Now a little about my 2 brothers. Lachlan turned 16 yesterday and Tristan turned 14. I love both of them so very much, yeah sure they both have their own unique way of getting on my nerves but I wouldn't trade them for anything. They are both such great people, I am so proud of them & I'm glad they are my brothers. They also seem very happy to now have a 'big brother' they can tease and fight with and I think Trent likes having them as 'little brothers' as well. I do wish they were still little babies, because they were so damn cute. But even now they are such cool kids, I can't help but be so proud of them and I am so proud of the people they are turning into. And I love how they look after me (even if they think I am a mega loser sometimes). I love it that if I am sad they will hug me and try to make me feel better. I love it how lately I've been having a bit of rough time & they are so mad at the person who has made me sad & have offered to stand up and be my male 'bridesmaids'. They get mad at me & I surely do get mad at them. But they are 2 people in my life I could never walk away from. I love them so much & I promise I will always be there for them and I like to think I can always count on them...
To Lachlan & Tristan, you both are so awesome - I love you tons. Happy Birthday for yesterday guys! I am so proud of both of you! :)
Lachlan at a Cadet camp...
Lachlan and I.
Tristan & I.
me and the boys on my formal day in 2006
With their new big brother
At a PBR rodeo in Toowoomba this year.
                                                       Tristan up a tree...
Lachlan & Mishka.
                                                            Tristan & I with Cindy the goat.
                                                            Nicole, Dad & a calf, Lachlan & I.
                                                           Nicole and I with little baby Lachlan!
                                                                         The boys at a party...
I love them.
Lachlan working hard on the property.
                                                                     Tristan working hard...
                                                                     Locky in grade 1
My 2 boys!! Happy Birthday Lachlan & Tristan. I love you both so very much!!


Sunday, 14 November 2010

Family that BBQs together, stays together.

Recently the family along with Trent & I thought one afternoon it would be nice to head out to one of the local dams close to home (Cooby dam about 10minutes from Highfields or about 20minutes from Toowoomba). It was a really nice relaxing place to chill out and laugh and have a BBQ. The afternoon we decided to head out was just perfect and we all really enjoyed ourselves. And we all even tested out the play equipment (it was fun!!)

Here are few photos that were taken while we were out there having some fun...

The friendly kookaburra out at the dam...
The boys walking back after sussing out the play equipment.
Swings ROCK even if you are 22 or over 40 LOL!
It's so very very pretty there...
Flying foxes really ROCK, doesn't matter how old you are...

Until next time, have fun and go play in your local playground...

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Paddington Melons new home...

Ok so I’ve finally edited and uploaded the final photos of Paddy. Looking back on these photos (well any photos of him really) makes me quiet sad, as I really miss his presence around the house. But it had to be done, you cannot keep a wild animal as a pet! Speaking of wild animals I just recently got a phone call from the Ipswich Koala Association asking me if I would like to take on a baby possum. I had to politely decline as we are in the midst of moving into our first home, but perhaps after Christmas I can get one!? We will see though... (I may have already picked out a possum name, ‘Flower’)...

So these are few of the last photos I got to take of Paddy and some photos of Paddy’s new home... It is very nice he now has a big shed to bounce around in as well as an outdoor area that he accesses through a little cat flap (I was very proud he instantly knew how to use it!)....

Enjoy. X
Little hands, big feet.
Cheeky thing hopped into the dog food box. (he loves pet food biscuits...)
Drinking his milk... His last bowl at home.
Trent saying bye to Paddy at home, before we drove him to his new carers...
Paddy and I before we set off on our car trip :(
Me saying Bye to Paddy... Fair to say I am not looking the camera because I am crying, I was so choked up I could barely speak to the lovely new carers at this point... :(
Trent saying bye to Paddy <3
Paddy in his pouch with his room mate 'Squirt' checking him out...
Paddy outside in his new enclosure...
My beautiful little Melon...

Until next time... Have fun :)