Repeat performance

If you have read my previous blog entry (the only other one this year) you will have read about the first time I hurt my ankle, back in December. Well, fast forward to February 12th, and repeat what happened the first time around. You see the doctor told me I could go off my brace after a month. So I did, and on my way out to go to Wal-Mart (why do I always seem to get hurt when I am going out?) So I step down and sure enough my ankle turns and I end up in the same situation all over again. Since i am incredibly stubborn it took Aaron about 1 whole day to convince me to go to the ER to get my ankle examined. So we went there and were out in less than two hours (and some people says miracles don't exist) I was x-rayed, poked and prodded and given a pain pill and anti-inflamitory. Yesterday, Aaron and I spent 2 hours at the bone doctors where I was again, poked and prodded and then I was told that my ankle was not broken. (Thank goodness!) However, I was told that I would have to have an MRI to see what kind of damage was done. (This time, my doctor thinks I could have some muscle damage, aside from my ligaments being torn again) If necessary, I will have to have surgery to repair the damage, if not I will have to have physical therapy to help strengthen my ankle muscles. Update to follow...

Ouch!

Okay. Aaron and I got home from South Carolina December 27. We had a lovely time spending time with the family. The next morning we got up and got ready to go to a doctor's office for an appointment. I stumble out the front door, and I hear the most disturbing popping noise and experience white searing pain. "Take two Tylenol and walk it off." says Aaron. (This explains why he's a web applications developer and not a doctor!) So I did just that. we run to Wal-Mart to grab a few things since we were early for the appointment. Well, about halfway through the Meat department, I am in so much pain, I want to start gnawing on the grocery cart. We go to the ER.
I go through x-ray (the discs I had to lay my ankle on came straight from the freezer, I swear they did!) It also didn't help that the x-ray tech's hands are just as cold. After some more time, the ER doc says that it's probably a bone spur break. He hands Aaron a prescription for pain pills, puts my ankle in a splint, fits me with crutches and releases me into the wild. The next morning I mistakenly took a pain pill on an empty stomach, so I get sick. Aaron calls the consult-a-nurse and asks what to do. "Have her eat more food." she tells him. So I took another pill and had a sandwich and pretzels. On the way to the doctor, I get sick again. It leaked through a plastic bag all over my skirt. We were pretty much around the corner from the bone doctor so Aaron covers me with a towel, and wheels me into the office. I felt awful and I'm pretty sure I looked the part. They wheel me into an exam room almost immediately so I wouldn't scare anyone off. They remove the splint, but as soon as the doctor touches the back of my leg, I almost scream in pain. They are cautious and send me over to radiology so they can check out my legs to make sure I didn't have a blood clot. Thankfully, I did not. They ship me back off to the bone doctor. Who fits me into this air cast boot that you can pump air into or remove air from. It's not too bad, but it weighs about 3 tons. I was then informed that it was not exactly a broken bone that I had, but that I had torn some ligament off of the bone. Next Tuesday I get to go back and see what happens next.

June

June is a very special month for me for two reasons:
#1) My birthday falls on the first of the month.
#2) On the 17th, my husband Aaron and I celebrate our anniversary.
This year I turned 31. I'll be honest I don't really mind the fact that I am no longer in my twenties. Although, I do still feel like I am in my twenties (and as the saying goes: "you are as young as you feel"or something like it).
It was a quiet celebration. I didn't want a cake, (I'm not much of a cake person anymore, however, I do enjoy making them for other people) which prompted to Aaron inform me that I was weird (you should have seen his reaction when I told him I wouldn't have minded a birthday pie). Since I always pick on him about being older (by 6 months) he felt it was perfectly fine to inform people that I was turning 40. He stopped that when I told him that he was welcome to sleep with the cats. He did, however manage to sneak and inform the waitress of a local restaurant where we had dinner and inform them about my birthday and of course they sang their little cheesy birthday song (Grr!!) It was a nice day for me.
This year Aaron and I will celebrate being together for 4 years.It has been and interesting 4 years with life's general ups and downs, and I am looking forward to what is to come in the future with my eternal sweetheart. We have no children yet, (yes, we do want them!) However, we have two cats who, I believe at times are giving us much needed practice. Especially since the famous tuna incident.

The ol' Switcheroo

Well, after filling out the world's easiest form, I have changed from being an Early Childhood Education major to just Education. I want to teach older kids. Not necessarily high school or even middle school (although I will teach anywhere). I just wanted to stick to doing what I have always wanted since before I can remember. I love kids of all ages and I love teaching so I have now begun the journey to doing so. I am now taking new classes. Math for the Liberal Arts, (I think that will be my toughest battle) Educational Psychology, US History1, and World Geography. The last two being my favorite subjects. So, throughout the semester I will keep you posted on these aforementioned subjects and the fun I have studying them.

Christmas 2009

Well, since we satyed in Virginia for Thanksgiving with Aaron's family, it's only natural for us to go to South Carolina for Christmas with my family. On Christmas Eve morning we left the s-l-o-w-l-y melting snow and headed for North Augusta, South Carolina where at the time it was nice, sunny and in the mid 50s. We started out wearing jackets, when we stopped for lunch in North Carolina, we shed our coats but kept our sweatshirts on. However, just before we hit Rock Hill in South Carolina, we were down to t-shirts because we were so warm. It was a nice quite Christmas, where we cooked, and then played board games. Aaron killed us in Monopoly (no surprise there) and we all won in several Yahtzee games. We exchanged gifts Christmas morning and had stockings with the cousins the next day. On our way back to Radford, we got stuck in nasty traffic in Charlotte, where there was a car accident that closed down two lanes. Aaron had a window down and next to us was a car who's driver had a baby dachshund with her I decided to have a little fun at the critter who was barking the most adoreable little barks I had ever heard, and barked back. It was funny, because he/she kept looking for who was barking back. After taking 45 minutes to drive two miles (gotta love traffic jams!) we finally got through it and got back to Radford at 9:30 Sunday night, two hours later than planned. All in all it was a very Merry Christmas. I hope all e

What Plans?

Well, as much as we wanted to, we are unable to make the trip out to California to see my mom, my sister, and my neice. In the three and a half years Aaron and I have been married, he has never met my California side of the family other then phone conversations.
The trip wa called off because our Mazda had decided to call it quits on us by over heating constantly, so Aaron decided we needed a newer safer car and we now have a Green Saturn station wagon. Our dog, Yeti, who is still a pup was pleased that he had extra room to move around in. (The dog is HUGE) and he even has his own door. (the hatch back)
So now, our plans so far are to go down to South Carolina and visit my family that is down there. I'm glad we won't have to worry about driving in the snow, because it almost never snows in North Augusta and if it does, it's not more than a few inches, although a White Christmas would be nice, right?

Yeti

Well about a few weeks ago our Great Pyrenees Yeti, turned one. He obviously has grown a great deal from his puppy days (although he still is a puppy until he turns two). Here are some of his likes and dislikes:
Likes:

• walks (especially at the "bark park")
• when daddy grills out and gives me steak scraps
• herding Aaron's niece and nephews
• licking the cats
• being the center of attention
• receiving lots of love
• treats from "L"
• mealtime
• playing "Catch me if you can"
• chewing and tearing stuff up (mommy doesn't like this very much)
• going to Honey and Papa's

Dislikes:

• leashes
• the vet giving me shots
• sitting in the back of the car
• thunderstorms
• hot weather
• getting wet
• loud noises (especially those loud things mom and dad call airplanes)

Happy Birthday, Yeti boy!