My Friday

I wrote this last night but I still wanted to post it.

Let me share with you my wonderfully craptastic day.

My day began at 6:30 in the morning. My step-dad was on the way to hospital with a ruptured bowel and my mom needed my help to get her room ready for a sub. So, I got up, threw on some clothes, and headed out the door to a middle school in San Bernardino. I spent an hour there and then we rushed into Riverside to see my step-dad. We got to Riverside Community Hospital at about 9am. My step-dad was checked in at 7:30 am. They still had not done a CAT scan and he had yet to see a doctor. It’s emergency, I can see that they would be a little swamped. I ran home, got a few things and went back to the hospital. I got back around 11am, at which point they were finally doing a CAT scan. I ended up leaving the hospital at around 2:30pm. At the time I had left one doctor had been in (for a grand total of 2 maybe 3 minutes) to give absolutely no information whatsoever and to answer none of the questions that were asked of him. The surgeon still had not been in to see him to determine if he needed surgery or not (I know I’m not a doctor but a body leaking stool out of the abdomen seems like an operation type of thing) and he was still not admitted.

I got home about 3pm, did some stuff around the house, took a shower, and left to meet a friend (Justin) to go see the Riverside Concert Band perform. About 6pm I called my mom to see what was up with my step-dad. They finally had him admitted and in a room. Come to find out the doctor that was in the room for 2 minutes had signed admittance papers but never came back to tell us, they were apparently searching for a room. The ONLY reason they found out he was admitted was because they called the insurance company…THE INSURANCE COMPANY!!!! A surgeon still had not been in to see him. After much haggling of the ER staff it was discovered that they intended to keep him over the weekend to see how he was doing, so he might not see a surgeon until Sunday or Monday. All of this by 6:30 in the evening. At this point, I’ve been up for 12 hours.

After the bands performance we went over to another friends house (Meagan) to hang out, have a couple of drinks and chill. All is fine, we’re chatting, laughing at one another, you know the typical stuff friends do. I have to use the restroom, a natural enough occurrence after an intake of fluids. Well, I forgot I had my cell phone in my back pocket. It fell in the toilet. There was nothing in the toilet, but I washed it off anyway. So now, my cell phone has the battery off, drying out so it will hopefully work again. Good times thus far. Well, around comes 1 in the morning or so. Justin and I decide we should probably take off, so we hug Meagan goodbye and head off. We’re driving back to his place (that’s where my truck is) chatting and talking about the events of the day, including my stupid cell phone mishap, and we finally get back to his place. I take my stuff out of his car, place it on the passenger side of my truck and walk around to the drivers side. Lo and behold, my truck had been egged at some point during the evening. By 2am it was dried, some parts even looked cooked. There was nothing I could do at Justin’s so I drove home. Once I got home I found a bucket and rag, poured some soap into the bucket, pulled out the hose, and washed my truck…at 2:30 in the morning.

So, here it is 3:30 in the morning. I’ve been up for 21 hours thus far. I’m typing this blog in Word because the internet is down right now. I guess I’ll try getting online after a few hours of sleep. All I can do is laugh. Because if I don’t laugh I’m going to burst into tears.

Oh, and my phone is now working! Yea!

Thursday Randomness

So, here I sit while a student works on his lab report. I thought I would take the opportunity to write a post on my blog.

I went to Disneyland today. I taught this morning, drove down to Anaheim for a few hours then came back to teach my evening lab. It was fun going for just a few hours, not too overwhelming. I got to go with my friend Bekah and her brother and nieces. It's always a new experience going with little ones.

I had an epiphany the other day, about myself. So now I'm working through this horrible realization I've made about myself and discovering how to change so I can be more Christ-like in my behavior. I think I spent 3 hours straight crying on Tuesday evening between realizing what I was doing and then spending time in prayer asking for forgiveness from God and then going and talking to a friend and asking for forgiveness from that person. Needless to say I was spent spiritually, emotionally and physically by the time I got home Tuesday evening.

And now, I'm going to go pick up the lab room and get ready to go home.

Not Typical

It's Sunday. Albeit, not for very much longer, but it is still Sunday. Sunday's are supposed to be my favorite day. I get to help out at Pipeline, love on kids, sing to God, dance and make a fool of myself. Then I get to spend the afternoon relaxing and organizing stuff from the morning services. And last but not least, night service. When I get to fellowship with other believers who love on me as I love on them, and then we get to praise God with an awesomely talented worship team. And when church is over I get to hang out and meet new people and help get them plugged in. Usually, this is what happens on Sunday.

Today was not a typical Sunday. See, today is the 10th, continuous, day that I have been in pain. It's like cramps but they're not going away, and they seem to get a little worse every day. I couldn't practice with my motions team at Pipeline because I couldn't dance, it hurt too much. I couldn't play with the kids like I usually do, it hurt too much. I couldn't relax this afternoon, there's no comfortable position for me. I couldn't be in the gym during worship this evening, the bass vibrated my insides, it hurt too much.

I know it probably sounds like I'm complaining, but I promise I not. This is my way of realizing that this much pain is not a good thing to put up with. Yet, I can't bring myself to go to urgent care or the emergency room. I don't want them to just give me some shot for the pain and then the shot wears off and the pain is still there. I guess I just need to bite the bullet and go.

It's Almost Friday!

I realized today that I've been slacking on my bloggage. I apologize, although I'm not sure that anyone truly reads my little rants that I type up here. For those of you that do and keep track of my somewhat random life. I went in for my ultrasound today. My next doctors appointment is in two weeks to get the results and see if they cysts have grown or stayed the same or disappeared.

On another health note, if you would please keep my grandma in your prayers. She had a tumor removed a couple of months ago. They've discovered two spots on her lungs (I'm unsure of the sizes) and a new tumor growing in the same area that the first was removed. The type of cancer she has is rare, only 1% of all cancer patients get it and it is resistant to chemo and radiation. We found out last week that the cancer is stage 4.