The hottest day in hell...

If I were to own hell and South Carolina - I'd rent out SC and live in hell. (I borrowed that line from an awesome book whose name I can't recall - but I LOVE it because its soo darned true). It was around 110 degrees F today, then add the heat index and it came to around 121. I spent the day in a tiny Ford Fiesta (courtesy of my parents) with no real air conditioning (until you got to around 55 mph), my father, and extremely heavy wheelchair, and 3 hot and miserable little boys.

Oi. My parents do so so so much for me, but today I think I earned a heros rewards. This tiny car had a tiny hatchback which barely would hold (sometimes I couldn't get it to close) this huge and heavy wheel chair that I had to keep lifting - it definitely weighs more than the 10 pounds I'm sposed to lift - in order for my dad to go in and out of the bank, doctor's office, where ever. I feel so sorry for him though - it's the longest he's been outside since getting out of the hospital last month. And we were *all* sweating to death.

After running errands until around 2pm, we finally made it back home, where my darling wonderful big strong brother pushed my dad up a makeshift (and extremely difficult incline) ramp. At that moment he was definitely MY hero. After getting in the house we all just about passed out - but the air conditioning felt great. I put the boys into the tub and ran lukewarm water because they all looked ready to pass straight out. They even refused ice cream.

The upshot is - my dad has to go back for more surgery tomorrow morning because of the drain thing - they have to re-open this poor man's leg and he'll be there for a few more days. I really really hope my parents sue the everlovin bejeezus out of these quacks. If they'd put a drain shunt in it to begin with he wouldn't still be having these issues. I got to see his x-rays today. I felt like I was in an episode of Fear Factor - my WORD - there is this long ladder looking thing that puts a bolt through his bone every inch or so, then what appears to be two 4 inch long threaded woodscrews from Home Depot in his knee along with these things that look like cages around his bone and knee. Forget Napa - someone blew a LOT of money at Home Depot. They had to have some Tim the Toolman Taylor MORE POWER power drills to create this concoction that is now my father's leg. UGH.

Oh - guess who gets to drive him to the hospital??

Updates to keep you posted...

Someone emailed me that they were reading my blog and I realized - oh my word - I need to update this place! So here I am.

My 33rd birthday (jeez I'm old) was July 22. My eldest son's 9th birthday is this Friday, July 29th. His birthday party (Star Wars of course) will be on Saturday, July 30th.

School starts on August 8 - my youngest (well, youngest for the next 3 weeks or so) will start 5K on that day and the eldest will start the 4th grade. I'm almost happy for a new baby in the house to keep me company (I'm lying, I was *really* looking forward to some alone time!!). I'm 36 weeks preggers this week - so not much longer!

I've spent so much time in the hospital the past few months I'm darned good and ready to have this child and get it over with. From high blood pressure, blood sugar, heart condition, bleeding, falling, stress, lack of fetal movement, whatever - I've probably spent 3 solid months in the flipping hospital or on bedrest!

Because of the above, my company has taken a beating because my customer service has been completely NIL - so I've given tons of hosting credits and had to stop taking on design clients all together as of early this month. I have a few projects to wrap up, then I'm officially on design leave until mid September. I have folks who will manage the hosting for me thank heavens :) I just need to remind people to actually use the help desk and not email me directly when they have issues.

Wow - what else. Oh, dad is still immobile - he has a hospital bed smack in the middle of their living room along with a handicapped potty (yes, in the living room), a trapeze thing to pull himself up, a wheelchair, and a walker. All apparently to get him around the living room because neither will fit through bedroom doors in their home and he's homebound. He has a home health nurse, occupational therapist, and physical therapist all come visit HIM. Tomorrow I get to figure out how to get his immobile (still quite big) bottom out his door, off a deck (wheelchair ramp to be built Thursday) into my car and to his doctor - where he'll have to get out of the car, into a wheelchair and into a doctors office all without putting an ounce of his considerable weight on that jigsaw puzzle he calls a left leg. I love my dad but wow I can't wait for him to drive again. I have to drive over there every flippin day (another reason my company is suffering!) to cook, clean, change dressings, help babysit my nephew (who lives with him), run errands, do laundry and try to keep him occupied. (The dvd player lost it's remote, so I get to change those - boy is my life in a downswing).

I'm hoping Raiden puts in an appearance soon - not only will I be able to simply look at him to know he's ok (I feel totally helpless with him in my belly - who can perform mouth to mouth with their bellybutton if there's a problem??) but I'll have a reason to stay home for a couple of weeks since I won't be able to drive either. Of course, by then, he'll probably be mobile or determined enough to come HERE and I won't be able to escape. Save me!!! (Yes, I love my dad, but I love teasing him too - don't worry, it's entirely mutual).

Oh - if you haven't had the chance, please check out http://www.lettersbycee.com - I always have her send my kids birthday or holiday letters and for the money its the absolute best money spent. She sends a letter but also lots of stickers, toys, fun stuff. I love them :) I'm thinking of starting a database of my friends kids and grandkids and using her for all of their gifts too. She's wonderful :)

Danielle