Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Went to an accupressurist (Christy Hehr) yesterday and WOW my back feels TONS better. She did basic pressure points and worked out the pain in only an hour. This is from when I was feeling blinding pain just from sitting and now I feel wonderful. She was totally cool with me bringing Abby and let her play on the futon/mat that I was lying down on. Abby was sitting up at one point on my right side and pressing into my stomach and mimicking what Christy was doing (she pressed into my stomach and my back simultaneously to work out the muscles). When Abby was on her back and playing happily and I was on my back getting my legs stretched out, Abby started stretching HER legs, too. She's a little monkey-see-monkey-do baby.
Apparently the pain was sciatic, which is normal for women who have had or are about to have babies. Thanks, Abby...lol
Today we went over to my parents' house and swam with my sister, Leah. I ate some chicken piccata (never had it before) and mashed potatoes that Leah made for Momma and Dad the night before - yum!
Before that we went to look at dresses for our family picture on Frid
ay. We'll be going to Melanie Mauer and it's part of Dad's 65th birthday gift to have pics of Momma, Leah, Abby, and I. He's got a museum of pictures in his office but this one will fit in nicely. He's got this family pic in his office too:
That one is one of my favorites. We were at Sam's grandparents' house in Independence, KY for Mother's Day. I think it captures our family nicely :)
Sam got glasses yesterday and I'm sure he thinks he thinks they look stupid but I think he looks phenomenal in them (not that I didn't think he wasn't handsome before).
So here's my week:
Wednesday - Get housework done/take care of Abby/take Abby to Granny Mel and Papaw's (Sam's parents' house)
Thursday - Aunt Katie comes over to hang out and then Dad, Leah, and I are going to see the Lexington Legends at Whitaker Bank Stadium.
Friday - Kannensohn Family picture/Abby stays the night with Granny Mel and Papaw.

BUSY WEEK. Abby is getting LOTS of relatives time right now, which is great. She loves seeing them all and they spoil her rotten.
Can't wait to sign up for college classes on the 5th. Until then, just living the dream :)

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Hello, again, friend of a friend.






So...it's been awhile since I posted....here's my life in a nutshell up til now and
we'll carry on from there, 'kay? You don't have a choice but I wanna make you feel like you do.
2009 -

- October-ish - got my ileostomy removed and my intestines reconnected. Booyah. Yay.

- November-Decemberish - moved in with Tony, Miranda and Sadie in their basement. Set up a nice lil pad for myself.

- Recuperated and enjoyed "on my own" living.

2010

- December - went to Gatlinburg with Sam to celebrate living/Christmas/Hanukkah/whatever

- February - Went on a scavenger hunt and ended up engaged - my Sammy is very creative :)

- April 02, 2010 - GOT MARRIED. See, Sam? I remember the date!

- Summer 2010 - hung out, was pregnant, went to Canada, had fun

- September 8th, 2010 - Had the most beautiful little girl in the world. Her name is Abigail Margaret and she's perfect. She got borned at 1:23am and weighed 5 pounds 11 ounces, 19 inches long. This is her (at birth...taken by the lovely Aunt Alex). She looks kind of like a space alien (like all babies do) but a particularly beautiful one :)

This is her proud daddy holding her after her first bath (2 weeks):

And this is her most recent photo (9 months old):



She gets very animated about her food, as you can see. She's usually pretty pacified and calm. VERY HAPPY. I don't know what we did to get such a happy little girl but we did something right....or very lucky. I'm banking on the latter, honestly. She eats well, hardly ever fusses or cries, and loves talking to herself. She especially loves talking herself to sleep.
So the past nine months have been pretty much baby oriented with some news here and there but mainly our lives are baby-centric and we are PERFECTLY happy with th
at. We've had our lives get way too interesting way too quickly and now that I'm completely recovered and able to have a beautiful healthy little girl, it definitely p
uts things into perspective. Such as, boredom can be AWESOME. We LOVE boring days. Abby is very adept at entertaining herself or playing with us so if we have things to do
, she's cool in her playpen but we bring her out a lot to play with us, too. Sam's been hard at work but they have a definite bond that is solid no matter how many hours he puts in. It's precious!
Big non-baby news:
- Sam got a promotion at work
- I got into college (English major)
Haha - yeah, that's about it. But if you've read any of the previous posts on this page (especially the rambling morphine-laced ones written by yours truly), you will understand how blissfully happy and simple our lives are right now. We have a wonderful group of
friends, supportive family members, and a great life. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I think with
my accident we're more appreciative than we would have bee
n otherwise so I wouldn't trade what's happened to me for anything
too - it's given me a sense of gratitude for all that I have/have been blessed with.

Here's more pics of Abby (not that you asked for it but she's cute and it's my damn blog). This one is of her at about 3 months with the dachshund sweatshirt her Aunt Katie got her (because we have 2 dachshunds):
This was her very first swim a few weeks ago at her Boppa and Emmy's house (my parents). LOVES the water. She gets super excited and splashes.

This one is very near and dear to my heart. My husband is a HUGE Thor fan and at Free Comic Book Day, the uber talented and wonderful Tressina Bowling did this for us:
Awesome, huh? LOVE IT. I have about 50,000 more pics but it'd take forever to post them. Just accept that my baby is cute/awesome. She solves things LOGICALLY. It's pretty amazing. Ok, I'm just being bias but I love bragging about her - everything she does is phenomenal. I hope I'm not one of those mothers that can't take off the rose tinted glasses and tell when their kid is being a little bastard. Sam's more pragmatic than I am so he's my litmus test for such behavior. I think maybe I need to go to Chuck E Cheese where Katie works and sit down for an hour so I can tell how NOT to parent because, My Lord, that place is RIFE with examples. Granted, there are good parents in there but mainly it's just people who don't want to watch their children and expect the employees of CEC to do it for them.
The main thing I've heard with parenting is to be consistent, be firm, be clear, and maintain a united front as parents. Drives me nuts to see parents keep sayin over and over "if you do that ONE MORE TIME..." and the kid does it and then they repeat "if you do that ONE MORE TIME...." Yeah and what? All your kid is learning is that you're a spineless pansy that won't discipline them at all. Katie's kick ass because when she'd watch her nephew Keller, he'd act up and she'd take him out of whatever place they were at and take him home. He's an angel and a really neat kid. See? Cause and effect.
There's this one thing called "affirmative parenting" or some such bullshit. Basically you don't EVER say "no" to your child. Uh...no. No no no no no. My kid is going to hear NO so many times it'll make her head spin. The theory behind this "yes" parenting is that kids don't know what want vs. need is so if they ask for something, they must NEED it because they don't understand wanting. So...if little Junior asks for a chocolate sundae for dinner, he must NEED it, right? He wouldn't ask for it because it's a sugary treat, correct? Yeah...whatever. Making your kid the boss or your best friend seems to be the worst possibly way to go about things. We'll see - I'm still young in this parenting stuff but honestly? A lot of it is common sense. Don't put the baby in the washing machine. Don't leave the kid at home alone. Don't put the kid in a hot car with the windows up alone. You'd be surprised how many people don't know these things....their parents probably used affirmative parenting....
Alright, my back is out and I need to lie down. More news later on how my experience with reiki healing goes (Mom says it's a good idea and she's done it - so why not? Can't hurt me anymore than I'm already hurting...stupid back pain).

NIGHT!



Saturday, October 17, 2009

The time is drawing...wait, it's here!

Yep, so it's over. I'm done. Finito. Ok, in a matter of speaking, I suppose. I'm finished with my final surgery!
On September 1st, I went in for my follow up appt. with Dr. Bollenger. He told me he wanted to wait a month before scheduling a final surgery to take down my ileostomy and everything and in the meantime, have me get a barium enema (it's as unpleasant as it sounds).
On September 11th, I had my BE and I wouldn't wish it upon my very worst enemy. I did get to see that what's left of my colon and large intestines are happy and intact.
On October 6th, I went in for my appt. with Dr. Bollanger (pronounced Boo-lan-jay) and we talked about my final surgery. Because my blood tests came back saying I was a little dehydrated, low on electrolytes, and severely low on potassium (a hazard of having the ileostomy in the first place - pretty common), he wanted the surgery done quickly. He wasn't kidding - he had scheduled it for October 8th but wanted me in on October 7th to get rehydrated/potassium'd
On October 7th, I checked into the hospital. They put me in the Markey Cancer Center (which scared me at first before they assauged my fears and said it was just because the patient rooms over there are more private and less germ-infested because cancer patients have lower immune systems, therefore need more filters, etc). It was just a means to stave off infection after the surgery. I chilled out, slept, read, played on the internet, chatted with Sam, chilled with my folks, etc. I also heard about my surgery about 50 times and all the bad stuff that can happen to you during surgery and after (insurance/liability stuff that still scares the bejeesus outta me!). I ate and drank a full liquid diet until midnight and smoked my last cigarette at midnight as well. Bye, bye Marlboro Lights!
On October 8th, I had to wash my tummy in this weird red pre-op soap that's anti-microbacterial and super strong. It didn't hurt (actually quite soothing but I was told it's not for every-day use...dang it). I was given a gown and socks. Took off the jewelry and put my hair. Freaked out when they wheeled me out of the room where my mom, dad, and Sam were. Started crying because I was sure I was going to die. You know, normal stuff (haha). I was given an epidural to completely numb my tummy and then given some happy-liquid in my IV. I don't really know why they gave me that before surgery but meh, I'm not complaining; it calmed me down and made me stop crying. Suddenly everyone was awesome and I loved them all. Dad and Mom came in one last time to say goodbye and that they'd see me afterwards. I was wheeled to the operating room and put on this tempur-pedic feeling operating table. Man, they've come a long way from cold, hard steel and MAYBE a pillow if you were lucky. I felt relaxed, warm, and safe. Then they put the oxygen mask on me and put in the "knock your ass out" meds. They didn't warn me, which is cool because I hate it when they make you count back - it makes you feel apprehensive and edgy up until you pass out. And if you don't know I'm not awake because I'm not counting backwards, you're just stupid.
After the surgery, I woke up in a drunken stupor. I kept asking stupid questions over and over and it never escaped my attention (even while drugged), I asked the nurses "permission to speak freely". Man, forgot to tell my folks about that...haha....I blame the drugs. Anyway, the nurses kept looking at me like I was an idiot. I don't know why I kept doing it - it wasn't something I did ALL the time in the military...just something I heard and learned from my time in.
I then started having to say the yes ma'am/sir-ing and no ma'am/siring to all the questions they pelted my way. I guess they realized if I was conscious enough to ask stupid questions then I was conscious enough to answer easy ones. "Does it hurt when I do this?" "Can you feel this?" "Do you know where you are?" "What day is it?" etc. etc. etc.
I was wheeled back to my room and I knocked out, I think. I remember the post-op room pretty well but past that, the rest of the day was kind of a blur. I did get ahold of my computer and update my facebook, which still perplexes me. I rested a lot. I had in an IV, a catheter (ew), my epidural (yay), a pain button that I could press to dispense meds on command (yay), leg braces that worked like a blood pressure cuff to make sure I didn't get blood clots (meh), an NG nose tube that sucked the bile and crap out of my tummy into a container (ew), and two JP pounches below where my mucous fistula (wiki it) and ileostomy were on the left and right sides respectively to drain from those wounds (blood, pus, mucous, all that fun and gross stuff). The nurse would come in, tell me I couldn't eat or drink or have anything taken out, clean out my tubes and stuff, and leave every so often. I slept, talked to Sam, slept, talked to Mom and Dad, slept, watched TV, slept.
Over the course of the next 7 days, I got the cath out (because I had a UTI and I'm a stubborn bastard and kept asking them to do it cause it hurt), the NG out (as told why below), then the IV (because I was hydrated and had enough potassium), then the epidural (cause I could swallow pills), the leg cuffs (because I was walking around and taking blood thinner shots), then the JP tubes/containers (because the drainage had lessened enough to only require a bandage over the sites). I was forced to walk around as much as possible so I took advantage of that "happy" button a lot.
My diet also changed from no food for 2 days, to water and ice chips, to clear liquids (spirte, water, jello, italian ices, popsicles, and chicken broth), to full liquids (anything off clear liquids plus cream-based soups, pudding, ice cream, cokes, tea, coffee, etc.), to full-fledged food with no restrictions.
On the third day I had my first ever bowel movement (yeah I'm sure EVERYONE wants to know that). It was weird for me since I hadn't had to rely on that part of my body for about 8 months but I got through the initial shock. It was more just interesting and exciting than scary or weird. It meant my body was working together again and processing things. The reason they even let me off the NG nose tube and put me on clear liquids was because of the BM. Man, getting that NG tube pulled was unnerving as hell. When I was in the ICU I pulled out my own when I was heavily drugged and trying to escape (thought the nurses were trying to kill me/keep me from my family so they could do the deed - drugs are very powerful things).
The JP tubes on my tummy were equally innerving.
I think what takes the cake on weirdness was seeing my belly for the first time. I'd post pics but it's not something everyone in the world really needs to see. Let's see if I can paint a picture here:

So I have one HUGE long line of staples down my tummy. Over 20 staples, I think. I'll get back to you on that. The staples go from the bottom of my breasts (another reason for no pics) to the top of my undies. The line is a little less than a foot. Eyeballing it (when it's not bandaged like it is now, I'd say about 9-10 inches).

On my left side about 3 inches down from my breasts is a vertical scar jutting out from the original middle one (just an incision site) and then there's one horizontal line about 6 inches down from my breasts where my mucous fistula was. Right below that last line of staples is a small hole where the JP tube was for drainage.

On my right side right across from where the mucous fistula scar is, there's a scar in equal length that's horizontal where my ileostomy was housed. Below that is the other hole where the other JP tube was.

When they undressed it for the first time, they found that the top left scar and the middle scar both had some skin infection. Nothing big because it wasn't internal and easily repaired. So the second time it was uncovered, they took out a few staples from each (3 from the big one and 2 from the little one on the side). They packed the open wound full of guaze and then taped over it and everything else like normal and then put a the belly band back on. The belly band is one long elastic band that goes around my abdomen that basically keeps me stable and able to walk without too much discomfort or pain. It also prevents anything from coming off or out that shouldn't, which is nice.

The first time the resident packed the wounds full of gauze (second day), she did it in the most sadistic way possible. I'm not a huge fan of residents generally and this chick wasn't a bad person but this kinda pissed me off. She took SCISSORS (no joke...blunt tipped scissors but metal SCISSORS none-the-less) after she took out the staples and then proceeded to stab in as much regular sized guaze as she could. Oh my GOSH I was pressing that button like it was going out of style.

The second time it was redressed, the nurse (named Leah, which I found to be cool because it made me feel like my sis was there), used ribbon gauze (which is smaller and lighter and can get deeper into the wound's edges and corners and packed it in with a long Q-tip. It didn't hurt one bit.

The third time it was packed, it was done by one of the very few residents I can count on one hand that I actually liked through this WHOLE ordeal. His name is Kevin and he used to be a therapist for trauma victims in the hospital and their families. GREAT guy. Decided to join up when he heard a resident pronounce the death of a family's loved one as "Hey, what can I say? he's dead." Kevin didn't think that was right and was like "Screw this, I can do this job better than THAT guy." and he's right. He's amazing. There's no end to what this guy knows and he's so funny and intelligent. He explained everything to me and made me feel completely at ease. He even took time out of his day to teach a nursing student who was in my room at the time chatting with me (nice girl named Lauren who I talked to at length about my accident - she was interested because she has a thirst for knowledge - I just like talking).

He went through everything with us...it was like being in a class where you really really like your teacher and he makes the material accessible. I asked him why the other method (scissor stabby-mc-pain-time) was still employed and he said quite frankly, "Because some people are sadists and assholes, Caitlin." Then I remembered he was in the room when she did that procedure - hm, guess he didn't like her too much, either. At least he's honest about it. I like doctors that don't BS you.

I don't know what I did to incur the wrath of that first intern but I told Dr. Bollanger about it - not to get her in trouble but moreover to correct her methods before she really hurts someone. I could give a crap whether she likes me or not. I can obviously take the pain (I've had worse...) - I just shouldn't have had to. I'm not normally a rat but that was kinda ridiculous what she pulled. You wanna be petty, call me a name or something. I made sure to tell Dr. B about how awesome Kevin was, how he taught Lauren and I, and how that dude should get a raise or a gold star or something.

So things go smoothy for the next few days. In the course of that time I got to see my sister and Dre (on Saturday and Sunday briefly - I was still pretty loopy but it was nice to see them for a little bit - missed them both terribly), Taylor and Baxter (yay!), Sam (which is a given - he's been here through everything else - and it's much appreciated), my parents (duh), Katie, Melanie, and Eileen. Bernie Conrad stopped by for a bit but I was out for the count. For the most part I asked people not to visit for the first couple of days because it was hard to know how I was going to feel on the day to day. Most of my visits came from family, really close friends, and people who weren't in town for too long, which was fine by me. I felt bad to kinda bar the guest list this time around but the situation was remarkably different because infection was such a key factor. I'm pretty sure everyone understood. I got some really nice balloons from Tim and Melanie, gorgeous flowers from Eileen, and a slew of well-wishes and such on my Facebook from awesome people. To those who didn't say anything, no worries! I didn't expect anything or anything and this whole surgery came in without warning.

I have an appt. on the 20th to take out the staples, I think. Or leave 'em in...at this point it's "meh, whatever, let's do it" with me. I've learned a lot of patience - makes when the actual date happens that much sweeter. I plan on going back to college, moving into my new apartment in Tony and Miranda's basement, getting disability until I can get a part-time job as a waitress or a bar back while I'm in college, take care of Sadie (Tony and Miranda's little one), spend more time with family/friends, pick up some hobbies like cooking classes, Krav Maga (an Israeli martial arts that my friend Jon does and swears is the best thing ever), swing dancing at the Fred Astaire school, and anything else I can learn/do).


So as this whole thing comes to a close, I've learned a lot. I've grown a lot. I've seen people around me change and grow with me. I've cried, laughed, cursed God, forgiven God, gotten closer to God, and gotten calmer about His plan for me (whatever that may be...we shall see!). I don't know EXACTLY what I want to do with my life yet. Nursing might not be totally out of the cards but I'd like to explore a few more things first (criminal justice or teaching). We'll see. I don't have to decide today, thankfully.


Right now I'm just relaxing and letting life take me where it takes me. I'm very proud of myself for getting this far and I'm almost done but none of it would have been possible without my friends, family, God, the Navy, and the staff/doctors/surgeons/nurses/etc. that work tirelessly everyday at UK Hospital.


Much love, God bless, and may every happiness be bestowed upon you and yours in all your endeavors.


Goodnight!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Raining Outside, Sunny Inside

I haven't really posted in awhile. Why? I didn't want to bore y'all to death with the mundane day-to-day of the healing process. It's pretty slow at that daily pace but looking back from where I was to today? Wow. It seems like I've got the healing factor of Wolverine (from the X-Men - google it if you don't know who I'm talking about).

I am a very lucky woman. Blessed, more like it. I have my moments of feeling sorry for myself and generally throwing myself a big ol' pity party but it could have been worse. The horse could have trampled my head. She could have shimmied around a lot more instead of getting right off of me. I could have died right there. I could have not had the 4 amazing people there who had the intestinal fortitude and knowledge to get me what and where I needed to be (Greg, Joan, Melanie, and Sam)...but they were there and were key factors in my survival. My EMTs could have slacked off but they put pep in their step and got me to the hospital in record time. I could have been transported to Cincinatti instead of UK and who knows what kind of surgeons I would have gotten there? My surgeons are and remain miracle workers. And my Naval support - My God...I cannot even begin to explain how much they've helped me and my family. "Above and beyond the call of duty" leaps to mind. My command, my case workers Georgia Monsam and Chief Litherland, my co-workers/friends in Virginia Beach and Naples, Italy.....they all make me proud and honored to wear the same uniform. Anyone who has been in the Navy (or any branch of the military) will tell you that it's not always fun and sometimes it just is a plain-knock-down-drag-out suckfest. No job is ever perfect. At the end of the day, we're a family. Not a perfect family - but we're there for each other like any good family is. We take care of our own.

Things happened as they should have. From the minute the accident happened, I was surrounded by God's angels - people I call my friends and family. I don't think I would have made it through any of this with any sanity without them.

I was in the waiting room today at the Kentucky Clinic today and I looked all around me at these people who had wheelchairs, walkers, pins, needles, and all sorts of other contraptions that keep them mobile and alive. I have my legs that are still functional and my brain is still in tact (arguably, anyway - haha). My drawbacks are a MUCH-smaller-than-before gap in my stomach from the surgery (that has scabbed/scarred over so much I don't even need a bandage or "wound vac" over it to protect it) and an ileostomy bag. I can't run around with the stamina I had before the accident but when I'm healed I'll get that back - not everyone else has that opportunity after a traumatic injury. 

There are days I feel useless and I feel like a burden to those around me because I cannot do what I used to be able to do. Lifting my laundry is a no-go...cooking...cleaning....sometimes somedays getting out of bed is a battle in and of itself. It's depressing but then I think about people like Christopher Reeve - Superman himself - who was thrown from a horse and couldn't use his body from the neck down and look at what HE accomplished after the fact. Not only did he portray one of my fictional heros, he is a real-life hero of mine, may he rest in peace.

The bag proves problematic sometimes. It's more a vanity thing than anything, I guess. It feels awkward and dirty but it's reversible so it won't be around once I hit 25 years old (I hope). It's just partially digested food and stomach acid so you get used to it. Even people with ostomies live productive, active lives. The only reason I'm not active right now is because of the surgical site. The bag has opened my eyes to the fact that not one public restroom I've been to is ostomy-friendly. I would like to rectify this situation. No person EVER should have to kneel on a dirty germ-infested bathroom floor to fulfill a basic human requirement. There should be large-mouthed open drain basins that are waist level for ostomy patients. You wouldn't think it - but there are many out there with this affliction. Just because we do things a tinge differently than the rest of the world due to sickness, injury or otherwise, doesn't mean we should be treated as second-class citizens. 

So I'm not what one would classify as "normal". But what is normal, really? Normal is what you're used to. The abnormal...the trials and tribulations of life are what test you to become a better/stronger person. Hopefully this challenge, this accident, is just an opportunity in disguise to toughen me. God only gives you what He thinks you can handle. I truly believe that.

So while I enjoy normalcy, I don't mind the abnormal once in awhile to shake things up. Not that I crave drama or attention - but I hate the mundane. If everything was sunshine and roses all the time, what would be the reward of living? That you walked the path of least resistance? Doesn't seem very fulfilling to me. You can't have highs without lows. 

I don't think it wise to go out and seek trouble or life-threatening accidents to "carpe diem", as it were, but when life hands you lemons, make a lemon meringue pie. Do stuff that scares you normally. Take risks. I know I will. I have a second chance at life and I'm not going to waste it sitting on the sidelines waiting for things to come my way.

A very wise man once told me "it's not what happens to you, it's how you deal with it." I might not have it down to a fine-tuned art yet but I'm dealing with it. My support system (family/friends) make this possible. Thank you all for sticking by me with prayers, love, and support. It means the world to me.

Should trouble come knocking at any of y'alls doors, I'll be there to beat the hell out of it with a baseball bat...just say the word.

Love always,
Caitlin

P.S. Sorry for the novel - I just have a lot of gratitude that I haven't even begun to express. Words cannot even capture how thankful I am....to all of you. Thank you.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Dr. Phil makes me sad inside

So anyway, I'm back at home again (got here this past Monday). Yesterday was a funfilled trip to the ER because I was having some bacteria in my tummy wound but it ended up being easily fixed by a "wet dry" dressing.
Basically I pack wet gauze dressing into my (now tiny) wound in my tummy and put an absorbant pad over it and tape it. No more tubes or portable wound vacs to carry around. I'll probably go back to the wound vac but I might not...who knows?
I felt a little nauseated this morning but after some good rest, I felt a lot better.
Daddy went to the dentist today and they gave him some pretty good drugs cause Sammy and Justin had to help him up the stairs. He started saying some pretty weird crap in his sleep, which entertained Momma and I endlessly. He's doing pretty well now.
Katie's b-day is tonight and I'm headin there and see how long I can hold up. I think I'll do ok. I can hang in the kitchen sitting down for about an hour so I think I'll be ok.
Alright, enough outta me! Ciao guys!

Love, Cait

P.S. My doc's name was Nashley Steele...how cool is that?!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

"Why don't you take a picture, Ian?! Post it on total freaking awesomeness dot com - backslash 'we rule'!"

Ok, so posting a quote from "Sex Drive" - mindless movie that makes me laugh. Kind of an American Pie type movie. Like I said - mindless. Sometimes you just need to watch movies like that.
Today in the mail I got that belly band that'll waterproof my woundvac and ostomy bag but unfortunately I got one size too small. I lost a lot of weight since Feb 14th so I erroneously thought I'd be two sizes smaller rather than 1 size smaller. Another way I screwed up: I never measured myself - I guesstimated. Oh well - that's why they have return policies.
I got my Superman hat in the mail today as well and i'm very happy! I'm wearing it right now. It's really comfortable and has a leather bill underneath the cap. It looks vintage and antique, which is why I bought it in the first place. I like old-fashioned stuff, vintage, retro, and antique. Guess what the price tag said on the hat? $250.00!!!!! I obviously didn't pay that much! I only paid $23.00 (including shipping). Heckuva deal, huh?!
Last night Leah came over and we watched Robot Chicken. For those who are unfamiliar, it's a stop animation show with action figures. Actually kind of a sick joke show but Leah and I love it.
Dad just left not too long ago and it was nice to visit with him. He (on top of the packages) brought me the kickass Superman fleeec blanket and my stuffed animal angel.

I am a blessed girl.

Ok, the codeine is kickin in and it's gettin hard to keep my eyes open, much less type.

LATER! <3

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Run Through the Jungle

I think my titles of my blogs these days are just going to be songs I'm listening to - either lyrics or the title. Why? Cause I feel like it.

My docs had emergency OR trauma procedures to do so my docs didn't make rounds this morning. Some interns did, however. Their bedside manner was ATROCIOUS. Hopefully they'll learn some before they finish their residency. I mentioned it to one of the surgeons and he said he'd take care of it. I don't want to get anyone in trouble or stir the pot but when I'm asking a question about my health while you're walking out and you keep walking, that denotes a lack of respect. I can't respect a doctor if he can't respect me. It's just not feasible. And before anyone asks, I was talking loud enough.

Enough of my belly-aching (no pun intended). Other than that, it's been a pretty awesome day. I got some more Nintendo DS games in the mail. I've been saving money like crazy so I thought I'd treat myself a little bit. I also got myself a Superman hat (to replace the one I lost) and a few other odds and ends. I got a camera to take pics of, well, everything. I have a nice 35mm SLR but I don't really like taking that out unless it's a really special occasion. For the day-to-day random pics of life, I'm going with the Nikon Coolpix. It's red, too (my fav color)!

Trish asked me if I could type out the list of my goals to accomplish and such but since it's 95 things, I'll type it in a word doc and send it to anyone who's interested. Just give me your email.
One of the things on the list is to get a bartending license. Why? Because I think it's important to learn a new trade because you never know what's going to happen. Bartenders make good money and with the economy being what it is, it never hurts to learn a new vocation.
So here's my plan for the future. It's exciting because the military kind of plans things for you in your life - now I get to figure out my career path more on my own than I have in a long while. So here it is:
1. Take the 6 week school to be a Nursing Technical assistant
2. Work as a tech for about a month to see if becoming a full RN appeals to me.
3. If it doesn't, go back to the drawing board. If being an RN DOES appeal to me, sign up for classes at BCTC and UK to finish degree and sign up for nursing school (3 year program).
4. Be a nurse and hopefully save people.

Someone pointed out to me today that I'm ahead of the curve. I thought initially they meant because I've seen a lot of procedures done on me and I know how they work and in a lot of cases, i can do them to myself (blood thinner shots, ileostomy care, mucus fistula care, the inner workings of the intestinal system, etc). What they meant (and explained to me, of course) was that I'd make a great nurse because I've been in the bed before. I've seen the hospital from a different perspective and when I run across someone with a similar medical problem to myself, I'll be able to relate and give better advice because I've been in the trenches. Excellent point. Even if they don't have my same afflictions, I know what it's like to be stuck in a hospital and want to go home...to feel lonely sometimes...to feel scared and restless...etc. All very normal but it doesn't mean these feelings are easy to get through on one's own.

I think basically the accident was a catalyst for change that needed to happen in my life and the lives of others around me. All the blessings that have happened were MEANT to happen. I think sometimes God uses people as instruments of His divine plan and it's best not to question it. Granted there is free will for all mankind but God occasionally will shove us in a certain direction and He will NEVER give you more than you can handle. I don't think I'm a prophet, a martyr, or a saint or anything - just a regular girl that was chosen for a specific purpose because my accident was the first domino to fall in the long line of things that NEEDED to happen.

Oh, I almost forgot! Yesterday I gave Leah her Kindle 2. She was SO psyched and happy that I bought it for her. Again, I've saved up lots of money and she very much deserves it. She's been there for me from the very beginning. As soon as I got out of the ICU, she was right there ready to sacrifice sleeping in her own bed and being woken up by doctors and nurses coming in all the time just so she could sleep in a recliner next to her baby sister. She and my momma made my room at home SO beautiful and comfortable. I really can't list all the things she's done because it's a pretty long list. My parents helped out a lot too, of course and I'm very grateful. Sam is another person that was at the hospital all the time. I think he is neck and neck with Leah on that score. I got him a couple of gifts, too. Of course, both Leah and Sam were peeved that I spent money on them. Well, tough cookies, guys! They were happy with their gifts. Just seeing their faces light up...SO awesome.

I really wish I had enough money to buy EVERYONE a Kindle or something like that because everyone I know has been so supportive and helpful. Unfortunately, I don't have unlimited funds. 

Ok that's enough outta me! LATER!!! :-D

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Here it goes again!

Currently listening to the little iPod stereo system I got for Dad for his birthday one year. He was gracious enough to let me borrow it. I was so sleepy this morning that I didn't even know he came in to drop it off. 
Mom came by a few hours after him and I was awake for that. She brought crayons, puzzle books that Eileen gave me, and Leah's surprise (haha - thought I'd be silly enough to post what it is, didn't you, Leah? Nope! I was born at night but not LAST night). 
Leah's coming back from Charleston, SC and Columbia, SC. She had Taylor's bachelorette party as Maid of Honor in Charleston and from the phone calls I got, it was a smashing success! Taylor and Leah definitely deserved the time to cut loose and relax a bit! They both work their butts off on the day to day not only in their normal jobs but with the wedding planning. It'll be quite a shindig. Hopefully I'll be able to go to the wedding. I'm still trying to coerce the docs into letting me go since I know how to dress/redress my wounds on my own. I'll be in a wheelchair to avoid falling or any other accidents and I'll keep a stock of supplies just in case. I can pretty much change and fix my dressings with my eyes closed now since I stopped being grossed out by it and started actually paying attention to what was going on. Once you get past the initial grossness, it's actually quite fascinating (especially the wound-vac technology). Whenever they redress my wounds, I actually watch rather than put my eye mask on. I've even gotten into the habit of helping out and telling them specifically what is the most comfortable and what prevents me from rashing (apparently I'm allergic to adhesive).
In other news, I found a great contraption online for people with ostomy bags. They have a belly wrap that's vaccumn sealed!!! Why is that so exciting? It means I can swim!!!! Take a real shower!!! Take a bubble bath!!! It's made both for wounds (like the wound vac) and the ostomy bag. Completely 100% safe and waterproof! I cannot WAIT to try it out. Sammy, my consummately awesome boyfriend, bought it for me. Apparently I had no choice in the matter....lol. I GET TO SWIM!!! But first...I have to get outta this hospital. The output has gone down a little bit but not to the level they want yet. 
I've been considering looking into nursing school lately. I know being in a hospital as a patient isn't really a basis for a career but I get to see these dedicated men and women every day. They're the most selfless people and they go above and beyond as a general principle, not for reward.
I have not had one nurse that I dislike in this whole process. They've all been compassionate, helpful, knowledgeable, friendly, and understanding. Whenever I was down in the dumps, they'd let me cry but they'd give me reasons to smile. They would sit there and make sure you were smiling again before they even thought about leaving (unless there was an emergency, of course). I haven't cried for a good week now, which is nice. There's nothing wrong with grieving because of what happened and the sacrifices my family, friends, and I have had to make in the process but at some point you have to say "Well, this sucks but it is what it is and it's time to move on. You pick yourself up by your bootstraps, focus on the positives, and dust yourself off. You move on. The point of view I have now (which differs greatly from a few weeks ago) is that God has opened SO many more windows than the door that He closed when the accident happened. The VA medical benefits are just gravy or icing on the cake, as it were. I'm still grateful for these benefits the Navy is providing and once again my family and I would like to thank Amy and Georgia for their tireless efforts in making sure everything with the Navy is squared away. We really couldn't have done it without y'all!!! THANK YOU!
The biggest blessing is that my family is back together for the first time in years. A crappy way to have a reunion but hey, that's life. We've always been a close family but we lose track of each other from time to time due to busy schedules. It's normal...but we realize that we all need to take more time out of our weeks for each other. This is just another trial to prove to ourselves how tough we really are. You cannot knock a Kannensohn down, it would seem. One of Dad's friends referred to us as Team Kannensohn - that sounds about right! :-)
Oh, back to the nurses! Sorry, my conversations and blogs jump around a bit. As Sammy would say, I'm all over the place like Seabiscut. Don't ask.
The nurses I had normally last week have come in on their off time after their shifts to check on me, one nurse brought me and Sam brownies, and one taught me breathing exercises to calm myself down when I have a panic attack. Florence Nightingale would be proud! They're not just nurses - they're angels. They're like my own little surrogate hospital family now and even when I'm out of the hospital, I plan on coming back to visit - probably as a volunteer (hopefully!).
In other news, I have started a list of things I want to do in my lifetime. I'm already to number 91. Some of the entries are simple advice I've picked up from my superiors, elders, betters, etc. that I won't cross off because it's a constant thing that I need to do (such as "pick your battles wisely" or "remind loved ones how much they mean to you regularly"). Some of the entries can be crossed off (like "learn to cook" or "buy a completely refurbished 1967 Chevy Impala"). It's an organic, growing list. I didn't do it on the computer because I want to go back and re-read things and writing it out seems more personal.
Ok, time to get back to bed! Big day tomorrow! Can't wait til Leah gets back! I missed her LOTS!
Leah - if you read this before you leave - DRIVE SAFE!!!!

Love, Cait

P.S. A big big big thank you and a hug to Joan Roulette for reminding me to update the journal. I had emailed her back and told her that not much had been going on and then I realized there was a lot I hadn't written!

P.P.S. Scrubs is an AWESOMELY funny show. Shouldn't be watching a hospital show while in the hospital but I've never really followed convention - why start now? LoL

P.P.P.S. If anyone has any suggestions on what to put on my list, let me know!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Scrabble Extravaganza!!!


I BEAT DAD AT SCRABBLE! 234 to 217!!!!! FIRST TIME!


That's me above enjoying my water of victory!

Dad requests a rematch to retain some dignity. Best outta 3. Apparently I won the battle but not the war. :-)

Friday, March 27, 2009

moving again!!!

I'm moving to room 760 to my own private room! I'm sad to leave my roommate but I'm glad to have some privacy finally!

WOO!!!

Hearts and love and kisses,
Cait