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Still here...

Remember that head ache?  It is still here.  Yes.  I have had a head ache for 4 weeks.  It's a little hard to believe, I know.  I see it in people's faces when I start to tell them about it.  I know it is hard to comprehend but it is true.  I just keep living my life, try not to talk about it too much, and hope that we can get rid of it someday. 

There are a few new developments.  For one, we do not believe it is cluster head aches anymore.  If it were, then I would have had immediate relief from the oxygen and a few other factors lead us to believe that is not what I have.  It's a shame too, I was looking for a medical reason to do mushrooms...

The Neurologist told me to start taking a daily baby aspirin just in case this was related to my arteries as a preventative measure.  He also sent me for a lot of blood work.  The results are in and apparently my anti phospholipid antibodies are high.  Not life threatening high, but high.  And combined with the head ache is cause …

Day 19

This headache!  Nineteen days now... I am better.  I feel better.  I still have a head ache, but on a scale of 1 to 10 I would say it is a 1.   I am fine. Really.  In the grand scheme of things, I think I am pretty good.

I'm blogging this because it is too much to put on a facebook post.  Those of you who care enough will click on the link and read all about it.  If you do not, I will spare you.

I went to the Medical Center in Elberton on day 5 and saw the nurse practitioner.  She prescribed migraine medication and it did nothing for me.  Other than make me light headed on top of the head ache.  I went back that Friday (day 7) and saw Dr. Jonathan Poon.  He said maybe it's a cluster headache.  We'll get you some oxygen and an MRI next week.

It turns out it takes an act of congress to get oxygen for a headache.  I finally got my tank four days after seeing the doctor.  That was day 11.  I actually got a second tank from a different supplier that came on day 14 that sits unt…

Priorities....

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It always surprises me when I look at my blog and realize how long it has been since I wrote something on here.  It shouldn't surprise me at this point.  Life gets in the way, I guess.  I know I have said it before, but when you are raising a family and running a small business, there is little time for things like: everything that is not essential.  However, I sit in my office this afternoon and wonder if I am defining "essential" as I should.

It is Easter Sunday.  It is Sunday afternoon and I am sitting in my office waiting to process orders to ship first thing Sunday.  I scheduled more than enough people to handle this, but even good people get sick- or flake- from time to time. This is what responsibility is.  It's showing up and getting it done.  Even on Easter Sunday.  In a perfect world my little family would be hiking near a waterfall.  Instead, we are all here.  But is it THAT bad?  No, it isn't.  My girls are having fun.  They had candy (always availab…

My daddy

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I am a daddy’s girl all the way.  I grew up with my father, my mother and two older brothers.  I have always considered myself a “guy’s girl” because I was always close to those three men.  We watched baseball and basketball and fights.  We watched Westerns and Gangster movies.  I can be girlie too, don’t get me wrong; but I was raised with brothers and for the most part my dad did not differentiate between me and them.
I always tell people my dad was a feminist.  For a Puerto Rican male born in the 40s this is something rare.  I do not know what he said to the world.  He might have cracked sexist jokes or what not – but I never saw that side of him so I do not know.  I know the way he treated my mom on occasion was not the way he brought me up to be treated.  Maybe that is hypocritical, I don’t know.  But I prefer to view it as him wanting his kid do better and go further.  I honestly do not think he was always conscience of what he was doing.  To this day I don’t think he would open…

To the class of 2015...sorta

It was twenty years ago I graduated from The University of Puerto Rico – Mayaguez (COLEGIO) with my bachelor’s in Political Science.  Yes, I am THAT old.  I look around my wonderful life now, and think back to who I was then and what my whole world view was back then and it is amazing how much things have changed.  For one, at the age of 21 living in a small town in Puerto Rico, I had no idea there was a place called Dewy Rose where I would one day live, work and happily raise a family.
The world has changed a lot in twenty years, but not so much that I am going to sit here and reminisce about the so called good old days.  I am an optimist and I want to always think we are better off now then we were then.  I want to raise my girls to live in today and for tomorrow and not for yesterday.  But at the risk of being cliché those who do not learn from history…well, you know.
I am fortunate to have a lot of young people in my circle, or at least in the next circle over.  A lot of people …

Two years! Really?

I thought about blogging about motherhood today.  So much to say, so much to do...I sit down and knock the dust off the laptop, open the blogspot and see I have not blogged in two years! And the last time was for mother's day in 2013! I sit and read what I wrote two years ago.  Holy cow! That was a hard time.  I look around at my life now and I think, it is not that bad.  Not at all.  Do not get me wrong, it is always a little hard, but nothing like it was around that Mother's Day - the first as a mother of two.  I say this now for all of my newly mother-of-two out there: it does get easier.

A lot has not changed: still running a business during the busy season, still raising two little ones, still living next door to the in-laws, but everything is easier, perhaps because it was so hard in the beginning. Sofia is now 4 and fully potty trained. Savannah is almost 2 and 1/2 and we are actively potty training her now.  They share a room which is a wreck.  A WRECK! Most days I do…

Life and other illnesses

It is not my intention to use this post to complain, so I apologize in advance if it comes off that way.  I am just trying to update folks on what has been going on and paint a picture of what our life has been like for the last couple of months.  Unfortunately, just describing it might come out as a complaint.
Just to recap: Savannah was born the Monday after Thanksgiving.  My mother had been staying with us to help me with Sofia during my last trimester.  She left right before the New Year, when Savannah was a month old.  At that point, the primary care of Sofia during the day passed on to my mother in law, who offered to take care of her at least until she was 2 years old.  Michael and I had decided we were going to start Sofia in daycare around this time. Ann just wanted us to wait a little longer to allow Sofia to be 2, and Savannah to be at least 3 months old.  Ann is wise and already knew that daycare meant colds and other bugs, so she was concerned about Savannah getting them t…