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>I can’t be the only person who dislikes the phrase “I have good news, and I have bad news.” Because really, the good news is so often overshadowed by the bad news. It’s not like “Hey, the bad news is we didn’t win $1,000 in the lottery, the good news is we won $1,000,000.” No, it’s more like, “Well, the good news is we don’t have to take your kidney out, but the bad news is we do have to take your liver.”

That’s the type of good news/bad news I got today. Not for me personally, but for my husband.

He had been having pains when he ate for a while now, and after getting very sick about three weeks ago, he finally went to the doctor. They had some concerns about his gallbladder, so they did some blood work, which lead them to wanting an ultrasound because of elevated levels of something that I can’t remember (though I think it dealt with his liver).

The appointment was made, and in the mean time, he started having extreme stabbing pains in his abdomen. The nurse’s suggestions for a solution were less than helpful for relieving the pain, and while waiting to hear back about the ultrasound, R did a little online diagnosing (something I do not recommend), and came to the conclusion that he possibly had a gallstone.

The ultrasound results came back that his gallbladder was ok, and (I’m guessing here since he didn’t specifically say) there was no gallstone — good news. However, his liver is enlarged, and that’s why he’s having the pain — bad news.

So, my husband who loves bacon, sausage, 70/30 ground beef, frying things in bacon fat, tenderloins, and all things unhealthy is now on a low fat/no fat diet. He has to eat chicken (skinless), he has to eat fish once a week (not battered and fried either), and he has to eat vegetarian once a week (no I can’t fry his tofu in bacon grease). He also has to drastically increase his fruit and vegetable intake, and canned doesn’t count.

The part that I’m ashamed of: I’m glad he has to do this. I don’t like bacon, I prefer 93/7 beef, I like chicken and fish. I don’t cook them as often as I would like because I get grumblings from him when I buy those things at the store. Also, I think this is the perfect time to switch to ground turkey in place of beef.

Now, here’s where you all come in. I need some help with recipes. I need easy, fast, tasty and inexpensive low/no fat, fish, vegetarian, turkey, and chicken recipes. If you know some good reliable sites, please put a link in the comments. If you have a personal favorite, put it in the comments. If you just want to laugh Nelson Style (HA-ha) at the Iowa farm boy who has to go lean, please, put it in the comments.

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>I’ve found a new blog, and I’m in love. Aiming Low: Perfectly Mediocre is a site with guest bloggers, and they are normal everyday people who aren’t perfect, and don’t claim to be. It’s AWESOME!! I don’t feel crappy about myself after I’ve read a post there. If anything, I think, “Wow, I’m so glad I’m not the only one.” Then I heave a great sigh of relief, and go back to my never ending, seemingly always growing list of chores.

Right now, they have a challenge running, Capture It-Too Messy. Basically, they want to see your mess. For me,  this was hard. Not because I didn’t want to share, but because I couldn’t decide which cluttered surface, or pile ‘o junk to take a picture of.

I settled on The Angry Midget’s room.

Play is hard work, but cleaning is “too hard”.
So, that’s my submission for the challenge. It’s going from the 20-27th of May, so if you’d like to share your mess, hop on over to Aiming Low, and add your image to the linky. 

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Tom Petty really knew what he was talking about. The waiting really is the hardest part.

R had his ultrasound appointment today. He wasn’t allowed to eat anything, and was even afraid to drink any water this morning. The appointment was at a local radiology clinic, and since the doctor’s office is only open until noon on Fridays, it will most likely be next week before we find out what the results are, and where we go from here.

I would like to take a moment to apologize to my readers. I know my past few posts haven’t been the usual humor you may have come to expect on here, but I just need to get this off my chest.

Hopefully I will soon have something funny to blog about, but until then, I hope you’ll hang with me.

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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
– John Burroughs, essayist and naturalist

I have been trying to finish a post that I started almost two months ago, but every time I sit down to work on it, something happens, and I’m pulled away. It seems like there just isn’t enough time to do what needs to be done. There isn’t enough mom to go around.

This week is staff appreciation week at my daughter’s school. The 3rd VP PTA Board position is in charge of fundraising and Staff Week.

I’m the 3rd VP.

It has been no secret with my family that I have found being on the PTA Board very stressful. Add to that the fact that I gave birth this school year and have been dealing with breastfeeding issues, a slow growing baby, a six year old who is suddenly acting out at school and at home, a husband who is in danger of losing his job (which means no insurance, or income for our family) and has been sick off and on for more than two months, a furnace that’s trying to kill us, and the ever increasing cost of everything but no increase in paycheck size dilemma that most families are facing these days, and you get a very stressed Mama.

This week it seems to all be coming to a head.

We got the furnace fixed, so it won’t kill us in our sleep. The down side is I had to use the money set aside for getting us significantly out of debt to do it.

After some drama, the second to last fundraiser is finally behind me (I hope).

Staff appreciation week had a bit of a rough start, but I think things are smoothing out.

My husband’s job is no more secure than it was before. That still makes me a little ill when I think about it, so I just try not to. It’s not exactly the “Ostrich Approach” but it’s working for now (mostly).

Then Monday night happened.

Ahhh, Monday…

Monday my husband came home from work early. He never does that. Ever. It doesn’t matter how horrible he feels, he toughs it out to the end of his shift. He asked me to call the doctor in the morning. This is also very out of character for him, so I knew he was really bad off. At the appointment, the student doctor writes it off as a 24 hour bug, and is ready to let him out the door. Then the ARNP comes in and starts talking to him. She does a physical exam, palpating his abdomen, and tells him that she wants to do blood work because she’s concerned it’s his gallbladder. Initial results come back that there is no sign of infection of any kind, so that rules out food poisoning and 24 hour virus. More signs that point to a gallbladder issue.

We are supposed to hear back today about his blood work, and if further testing will be required.

Yesterday, in the doctor’s office, I was fine with this. It was no big deal, everything would work out ok. Now, 24 hours later, it’s a different story.

I’ve had to wait for blood work results before. Hundreds of times. I’ve been impatient, because I needed a Rx refill. I’ve been nervous because my baby’s health was at stake.

I’ve never had this feeling before though.

I don’t even know what it is.

But I have a suspicion it’s fear.

Deep down, I know everything will be ok. No matter what the results are, I know it will all work out. But…

But then there’s that voice that pipes up every once in a while that says, “Not always, not always.”

So, that’s where I’m at today.

Waiting.

Waiting for someone else’s blood work to come back.

Waiting to hear, “It will all work out.” 

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