April Showers . . .

 The weather has been weird lately. Spring is always a little off-balance, but this year it has been so at odds. One day it will be 80 degrees, the next day it snows. We've had days where the temperature drops 40 degrees from morning to night (or vice versa). It's playing havoc with our depression and joints. Yes, everyone in this house has anxiety or depression or both. Everyone in this house has also broken at least one bone and 50% of us have metal joint replacements. We're quite a crew. At any rate, the weather seems to be really affecting all of us this season. 

The good thing is that everything is greening up as usual, and I am raring to get outside and weed, dig, plant, trim, etc. Sadly, the whole working thing is really cutting into my free time. :-). Ethan told me today that if he ever becomes a millionaire, he'll get me a staff--cook, housekeeper and garden helpers--so that I can spend my time outside doing just what I want. He's a dear boy. Wish he were feeling better! Still has quite a bit of stomach pain, though he's able to eat and keep food down and has gained back his weight so he doesn't look so skeletal. 

I'm doing well at work. Apparently, I have a 100% accuracy rating on the cases I work. They just count the amount of money given away (or not) in that percentage, so I'm doing better than the 78% I thought I had from the "incorrect" reads my case reader returns. The errors I've been making are mostly little things that don't affect the total given. Still, it makes my stomach clench up a bit when I get a case read back that is "incorrect". I'm so used to being an A student, it's hard to see any errors at all. Really unavoidable thought, but I'm learning fast. 

Robert's started going back to the office most days now. He really does like working from home and does really well at it. My work is going to set me up for remote as soon as I'm done with my case reader, which should be by October or sooner. I'll be glad not to have to turn in cases every day. It's a lot like having to turn in lesson plans. I guess, since I work for the government, I should get used to having my work scrutinized. Teaching kind of spoiled me that way--not to mention how hard it's going to be to not have my summers free. I'm going to miss that!

Snow bookends . . .

March 7, 2022

It snowed last night and early this morning—about 3 inches or so. We had a two-hour delay to come in to work, but Cathleen had a snow day. I miss those! This summer is going to be hard what with not having a two-month break to rest and refresh. Clearly, other countries have the right idea in making sure their citizens take an extended break. Weekends are great and all, but there’s just no way you can get everything you want to do done in two days and still have time for R & R. Eventually, I’ll have vacation days saved up, but right now I’m using them as fast as I earn them.

Both Robert and Ethan have had to cancel appointments with their respective doctors, but both “the boys” are doing pretty well. Ethan has gained weight and is managing his pain better. He’s still got three D&D games to keep him distracted, but I need to remind him to get together with his therapist too. There are all kinds of ways to move toward being healthy. It is hard to understand the relief I feel at him being able to hold down consecutive meals. He doesn’t even vomit in the morning (much) any more. Maybe his biologic is finally working.

Robert has joined me on the weight loss program offered by my work and is starting to come to the realization that he is in control of what he puts in his body. He says he feels that he has lost weight, and I’ve definitely observed him eating less. I’m really proud of him for giving it a try, especially since he’s in so much nerve pain. His feet and legs are constantly firing off—burning, tingling, numbness—it varies minute-to-minute. He’ll be seeing his doctor about that pain. First, she’ll want to rule out things like diabetes, thyroid disease, etc. As with any unknown illness, it’s just nice to be able to put a name on the thing, even if there’s no treatment.

Cathleen has been pretty sick with a cold, and she’s very depressed about losing her job. Right now, schools are concentrating on testing and P/T conferences, but there should be some jobs opening up after spring break. I know she’ll get another job, I just hope it’s a keeper this time. The problem is, you never really know how a job is going to be for you until you are in it.

I’m ready to get to work on the outside, but the weather is not ready for me! We’re getting another snow storm on Wednesday/Thursday this week, so I’ll have to content myself with planning and dreaming. I am working out again, with weights 2x/week and trying to walk every day. I’m fairly desperate for some alone time, which I rarely get in a house with three other full-time residents, but I do what I can. Spring just can’t come fast enough!

Twos Day . . .

Twos-day! 02/22/2022

OK, hokey, but I need to have some fun. Yesterday, the other new lady at work and I started training for food assistance. Which I’ve been doing for almost four months and she’s been doing for six. To say it is boring is to massively understate the case. However, we do get paid for it, so there’s that. I am enjoying my job though—it’s great to be able to help people in need of aid and to see that happen right away. As a teacher, I rarely saw any benefit of my profession borne out. Very occasionally, someone would say they were glad they read Of Mice and Men, or (less often) Romeo and Juliet. Or that they used something I had taught them. The rewards were ephemeral. With this job, they are concrete and nearly immediate, which is great for my down-trodden spirits. 

Robert is home from rehab (surgery 01/20/2021, in hospital until 02/01, then rehab until 02/11) and we’re all glad he is home. It wasn’t really the same without him. He’s glad to be home too, and has started doing some work—three to four hours a day for now. I know his bosses want him back, but he is still healing, so he shouldn’t push it. The worker’s comp insurance is going to pay for a metal railing for the front of the house and some bars and supports in the bathroom so that he’ll feel safer. I ordered and put together a bed frame that will support him and get his mattress/box spring up off the floor. Working well so far.

Ethan is very, very, slowly feeling better. He plays D & D on Saturday nights and DMs his own games on Sunday and Tuesday afternoons and Thursday night. It really helps him to feel in control of something and gets his mind of the still considerable pain he is feeling. I need to work with him to do some of the physical therapy for his back so that pain will be more manageable. 

Cathleen was told on Thursday (02/17/2022) that she would be non-renewed at her school this year. Though we believe it is body-weight related (all of the other teachers are young, thin women), we can’t prove anything. She’s written up her resignation and has started looking for another job. She really loved the kiddos and her fellow teachers and the parents seemed to like her as well. My hope is that now that she has a year of teaching (plus two years of subbing) under her belt, she get snatched up. Emporia would probably be a good fit, but maybe she can find something in Seneca or Sabetha or Horton. 

I’ve been battling a fair amount of depression and hopelessness, but I just keep on keepin’ on. Really, what else can I do? My family needs stability, calmness and someone who can keep the home fires burning, as it were. I do my best. 

COVID-19 seems to be going the way of the flu, in that it will be endemic and we’ll just get a shot every year. Johns Hopkins reports the US leads all other countries in both cases (78,620,973) and deaths (938,567), but 10,402,901,371 vaccine doses have been administered world-wide, so it seems we’ve started to realize that vaccines do make us safer. How about that? 

Stressed but blessed . . .

February 8, 2022

Good news, Robert is coming home Friday (2/11/2022)! Plus, Ethan finally got approved for his infusion and received it on the 5th. I hate to even think that things might be getting better—it seems like jinxing, but I don’t really believe in that. Our lives have been simultaneously stressful and blessed. I’ve talked about the stressful parts, but when I think of all our blessings, things don’t seem as bad. Cathleen has a job that she’s good at and enjoys (most of the time). Ethan is really enjoying being a DM for three groups of Dungeons and Dragons. He also plays one game on Saturdays, but I think his real joy is in leading those Tues/Thurs/Sun games. Interesting how much that skill is similar to teaching. Another blessing—Robert still has most of the use of his right arm, and his left arm will heal eventually. The worker’s comp insurance has been most generous in taking care of him—there’s no way we could have afforded the rehab hospital on our own. If he’d come home after the first surgery (1/20) we surely wouldn’t have known about the infection or the dislocation that caused the second surgery (1/29). I’m so grateful he had plenty of time to heal. 

My work has been very gracious about all the time off I’ve had to use to take care of family matters. Plus the insurance is very good. Robert’s work has been wonderful about not pressuring him to work while he’s healing, so that’s been good for him too. We both still have our parents to go to for help and advice, and they are near enough to see once in a while. Many good things. 

One of those good things is a healthy living program sponsored by my work. It seems to be very much like Noom, which worked great for me. This one is at no cost to me and I can use completion of the program for money off my health insurance premiums next year. It’s nice to know that they care about us being healthy—less expensive for them in the long run, I guess. My eating has been really out of control and I’ve not been exercising very much. Dog walks (thank God for Kyla!) are about the extent of it. Now that this program has started, and since I don’t have to leave for work at 7am, I’m trying to make a habit of getting up and exercising every morning. Then at least I’ll have accomplished something positive each day.

Robert's OTHER surgery

 February 2, 2022

That's right, a week after he had his second surgery on his left arm, my poor husband had to go back on the operating table and be cut open again. What happened is this. The surgeon, Dr. Fox, came by to look at the arm that he'd "fixed" on the 20th and as he changed the bandage, he dislocated Robert's arm. Just by touching it gently. He'd warned Robert not to jostle that shoulder, and he'd been VERY careful not to, but clearly something wasn't right. So they scheduled another surgery for Saturday the 29th to take out the long implant against the humerus and replace it with a longer one that would fit the socket better. Robert had been in the hospital the whole time.

After the second (really third) surgery, Robert came out feeling pretty good, with minimal swelling/pain and with no neuropathy in his feet. They cleared him to go to rehab and yesterday, February 1, they moved him into the PAM Health Rehabilitation Hospital of Overland Park. When I spoke with him tonight, he was very tired, but in good spirits. He'll have three hours of PT/OT and other therapy to help him manage with one hand while the other one heals. 

In other news, Ethan finally got approved to get his Entyvio infusion (three weeks after he should have had it). There was a whole snafu with the Sabetha Hospital not sending in the request for approval back in November, when we gave them the new insurance. Dr. Datti's office have been fighting with BlueCross/Blue Shield since then, trying to get it approved. I called yesterday and bingo, bango, bish, bash, bosh (as Ethan says), it's all approved! I didn't even have to threaten to call a lawyer, which was my next step. Poor Ethan's been in pain for so long--it sure would be nice if we could get him into remission! 

One more thing about Ethan, he's been having great fun DMing two D/D games on Tuesday and Thursday and participating in one on Saturdays. It's really helped take his mind off his pain and has alleviated some of his loneliness. God bless his therapist, who pushed him to check into it!

Cathleen is doing pretty well, but I do think the stress of teaching is getting to her a bit. She can't seem to clear up the excema she keeps getting and it keeps spreading to new spots. She'll be happy to have Spring Break and then summer vacation. I'm so proud of her and her confidence in her teaching ability. The school and kiddos are so lucky to have her!

Robert's Surgery

 January 25, 2022

Robert had surgery this Thursday (01/20/20222), so he and I drove to KC on Wednesday night so we'd be ready for his 8:00am surgery call. His procedure lasted five hours, then he had a two hour recovery. When the surgeon, Dr. Fox, came to talk to me about it, I had him draw what he built, and am including it below.

The bone, in black, is still broken, but is being held together by a plate (the blue oval) that is screwed into the bone. The blue rectangle is cadaver bone that is cinched to Robert's humerus with metal bands in the hopes that his diminished bone would meld with and be strengthened by it. Dr. Fox had to remove both previous implants and replace them with new ones, though he had hoped to reuse the socket implant. 

When I was able to see Robert in his room, he complained about not being able to feel the bottoms of his feet. At first, we thought that was temporary (and it was) as a result of his upright positioning for the surgery, but as it went on, it impeded his ability to stand and walk. Finally, by Saturday, he began to have some feeling in his feet and was able to stand and shuffle a few steps to the chair nearby so that he could sit upright for a bit. 

I went home Saturday evening and drove back Sunday to visit, leaving in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Robert's social worker was preparing to find him a rehabilitation facility (at the recommendation of his PT/OT team) so that he could gain confidence in walking and moving before coming home. The social worker has been calling places since yesterday (Monday, 01/24/2022) and is having some difficulty because she needs to find a place that will accept bariatric patients. So, he's still in the hospital. The house is very quiet without his cheerful laugh and dad jokes. I miss him. 

So, here we are in the future . . .

January 11, 2022

Well, here we are in the future. It’s mostly the same as the past but we all got older. Profound no, but I’m finding life is rarely Insta-worthy. Ethan is still sick, skinny, hurting all the time. He went to see his internist today and while I hoped for miracles, I can’t see how he found any in a 25 minute visit. I look forward to hearing what happened tonight. Cathleen was gracious enough to take the day off to drive him to his appointment as I have very few days off earned as of yet. I’m still two days away from my three month mark, and I’ve been using my sick/vacation days as fast as they are earned. Next year will probably be better that way—at least I hope so. 

Cathleen’s boss did a “gotcha” observation yesterday, right at the end of school during a transition from an activity to math. She came home mad, of course, but calmed down after she had a chance to vent. Honestly, I’m not sure how some people get to be supervisors! She is getting great feedback from her students, their parents and the community, so I think her job is safe. She says several teachers are thinking about leaving, no surprise after the sh*tshow this school year has been. 

Robert’s work has finally hired a new payroll clerk—hope this one works out better. It certainly a relief to him and his co-workers as it more equitably divides the work load. Nation-wide, employers have struggled to fill positions as employees are stressed out, overworked and underpaid. Many places are still just distributing the extra work left behind by departing employees to the existing ones. Which of course, results in more stressed out workers and more employees quitting. 

The global pandemic is still rolling along with China locking down cities and hospitals all over America (and in other nations) overwhelmed with COVID-19 patients. Many of them are children who can’t be immunized or adults who won’t get immunized, but some have been both immunized and boosted. Over nine billion vaccines/boosters have been given out all told and the world stands at 5,499,769 deaths from this buggerly thing that just won’t go away. Source, as always, Johns Hopkins.