OK, what is the deal with the acceptance of cheating in our culture today? Is it because we are slapped upside the face with 'celebrity' cheaters every time we turn on the TV, read the newspaper, look at a magazine or sign on to the Internet that we think this behavior is acceptable?
I for one am disgusted and sickened by how prevalent this is. What have we become that promises of fidelity are nothing more than toilet paper to be flushed down the toilet when we are done?
I stumbled across the most horrible website today called Cheaterville. The poor victims of a cheater can join this website and post photos and stories of the jerks who cheated on them. After spending a few seconds looking at the site, I had the feeling that while they might have had good intentions when they started it, they went about it the wrong way.
The Internet just does not reach enough people to do any good. And you have to search for the site. It is much easier to watch celebrity relationship crashes on TV. So why not put these cheaters where they belong. Splash them across the TV with their evil deeds exposed in all their dirty horror for everyone to see. No glamorizing the acts. Just tell it like the plain, dirty, hurtful, destructive, deceiving, hateful thing that it is. Cheating!
There is NO excuse for this behavior. It leads to broken hearts, broken lives and in most cases of married couples, broken homes with broken children who (hopefully) don't understand what happened.
My biggest complaint is for those disgusting slimy women who knowingly sleep with a married man. I mean, really? What is her malfunction that she wants a man who is unavailable to begin with and who would risk destroying the lives of innocent people? Yuck! These women are a step lower than the stuff that comes out of the south end of a north facing dog.
I am also amazed at how many women cheaters there are! I could never imagine doing this for any reason! Am I the only person who thinks that when you marry someone you make a commitment to that person? I am married for time and eternity to my wonderful husband. I would never jeopardize our relationship for a fling with anyone else! Civil marriages all have the words "Till death do us part" in them. Those words imply the death of one of the partners... not the death of being attracted to the other person. This is my biggest point for mandatory marriage counseling BEFORE getting married.
Why are we not doing something about this horrible epidemic instead of glamorising it in the media? If over half of all marriages end in divorce, there should be programs (counseling) to help lower that number. Quit dressing little girls in clothing that strippers would be uncomfortable in. Maybe if we focused more on the celebrity marriages that actually work instead of the train crashes we could start ending this cancer on society. I know, I know... there are not enough celebrity marriages that work to focus on. So put on real people that have made it work. There are several of those couples left. I know a whole bunch of them! Maybe some advice from our parents and grandparents is what we need at this point to help us!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
2nd Chances Part 3
Well, I have now been home for more than a month. I have been back to the Dr. for a CT scan and check up visit twice. My brain now has more fluid on it than when I left the hospital, but because I am doing so good Dr. Maughn does not want to do surgery and put a shunt in.
I was prepared to go in for surgery at the last visit. After we got the CT scans printed, we had about an hour before the Dr. appointment. I couldn't wait, so I pulled the x-rays out and saw they looked the same, if not worse. I told SkyKing we were going in for surgery. He was very unhappy but tried to stay positive for me. Silly boy... like I can't tell when he is upset at this point?
We met with Dr. Maughn and he asked how I was doing. I replied "you tell me". He just said that the pictures offended him. If he looked at the picture he would get me in immediately for surgery, but looking at me he did not want to do it. Basically the same thing he said at the last visit. It was very frustrating because I am not the doctor and I shouldn't have to make this decision. But finally, it was decided to wait another month and get another CT scan. So, hubby is happy and I am confused. I was all prepared for surgery and now I am not having it. It is a weird thing to feel drained after NOT having surgery, but that is what I felt. I was just drained. SkyKing took me to Chik-fil-A for lunch. Yummy. Then we went to pick up Hair and Bug from Grandma and Grandpa's house so that they could get Grandpa to his Dr. appointment.
We went home and SkyKing made the yummiest grilled hamburgers for dinner and we had corn on the cob. So, not having surgery was not so bad. We all watched Star Wars III and had a fun family night. I have the best family ever!
My family and friends have been amazing during this ordeal. We had meals brought to us for the first two weeks I was home almost every night. I had one dear sister bring me a paper with a list of over 40 women who had volunteered to help out in one way or another. Volunteers to take the girls for playdates, volunteers for meals, volunteers for housecleaning and even volunteers for people to come and sit with me while SkyKing was at work. I can not believe how much love we have been shown. It is incredible!
But after a month of being babied at home, I was sick of it. I wanted to get up and do something for myself. So after this last Dr. appointment, I had no more restrictions. It was just left up to me to do what I wanted as long as I took it easy. It has been an eye opener how weak I have become. I can only work for about an hour at a time before I am exhausted. But at least I am doing something. One step at a time.
I was even able to get to Lagoon with SkyKing and the kids twice this last week! We spent the day at Lagoon A Beach and I floated on the lazy river in a tube while they went on the water slides. Then we walked around while the kids went on their favorite rides. I was so happy to get to spend a little fun time with my family! It was heaven!
I was prepared to go in for surgery at the last visit. After we got the CT scans printed, we had about an hour before the Dr. appointment. I couldn't wait, so I pulled the x-rays out and saw they looked the same, if not worse. I told SkyKing we were going in for surgery. He was very unhappy but tried to stay positive for me. Silly boy... like I can't tell when he is upset at this point?
We met with Dr. Maughn and he asked how I was doing. I replied "you tell me". He just said that the pictures offended him. If he looked at the picture he would get me in immediately for surgery, but looking at me he did not want to do it. Basically the same thing he said at the last visit. It was very frustrating because I am not the doctor and I shouldn't have to make this decision. But finally, it was decided to wait another month and get another CT scan. So, hubby is happy and I am confused. I was all prepared for surgery and now I am not having it. It is a weird thing to feel drained after NOT having surgery, but that is what I felt. I was just drained. SkyKing took me to Chik-fil-A for lunch. Yummy. Then we went to pick up Hair and Bug from Grandma and Grandpa's house so that they could get Grandpa to his Dr. appointment.
We went home and SkyKing made the yummiest grilled hamburgers for dinner and we had corn on the cob. So, not having surgery was not so bad. We all watched Star Wars III and had a fun family night. I have the best family ever!
My family and friends have been amazing during this ordeal. We had meals brought to us for the first two weeks I was home almost every night. I had one dear sister bring me a paper with a list of over 40 women who had volunteered to help out in one way or another. Volunteers to take the girls for playdates, volunteers for meals, volunteers for housecleaning and even volunteers for people to come and sit with me while SkyKing was at work. I can not believe how much love we have been shown. It is incredible!
But after a month of being babied at home, I was sick of it. I wanted to get up and do something for myself. So after this last Dr. appointment, I had no more restrictions. It was just left up to me to do what I wanted as long as I took it easy. It has been an eye opener how weak I have become. I can only work for about an hour at a time before I am exhausted. But at least I am doing something. One step at a time.
I was even able to get to Lagoon with SkyKing and the kids twice this last week! We spent the day at Lagoon A Beach and I floated on the lazy river in a tube while they went on the water slides. Then we walked around while the kids went on their favorite rides. I was so happy to get to spend a little fun time with my family! It was heaven!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
2nd Chances Part 2
Well, I have been collecting as much info as I can from everyone else who was with me. I still can't quite figure out the timeline, but at least I know I had a LOT of people who cared about me and were with me the whole time.
Poor SkyKing tried as hard as he could to get home from Phoenix. He was so stressed out and the flights were full. He finally got to Salt Lake about 8:00 at night. His Mom picked him up at the airport and they drove him out to the hospital. The Dr. came out to get his permission for the surgery and then they took me back.
I don't remember much about the first week I was in the ICU. SkyKing said that I was really out of it. I just wanted the lights out and to sleep. I wouldn't eat because my jaw and my neck hurt too much. SkyKing begged me to eat so they didn't have to put a feeding tube in me, but I wouldn't. My sweet parents even drove down to American Fork to bring me an Italian Place sandwich because they know I love those and thought it might tempt me into eating, but it didn't work I guess so they put in a feeding tube. Again, I don't remember this week.
The first thing that I DO remember was waking up and being SO thirsty! I couldn't figure out where I was or why I hurt so bad, but my throat was SO dry! My mom was there and luckily for me she can read my mind and brought me a drink of water. She told me what had happened but not how long I had been there. SkyKing filled me in on the details when he got there later that night. It seems like they had a schedule so someone was always with me. My mom was there every day. My dad would come up after he got off work and brought me a Jamba Juice every day! SkyKing came up almost every night. Everyone else came to visit whenever they could. It was amazing! But the ones I really wanted to see (my babies) were not allowed into the ICU because they were too young and I couldn't walk out to the visitors room to see them yet.
The next thing I remember clearly was my dad visiting and he was reading me some cards that my primary kids had made for me. I miss those kids so much! It was so sweet of the primary to make me a huge get well sign and each kid made me a card. I LOVED it! I kept all the cards and put them into a scrapbook to remind me of how sweet my primary kids are!
Finally, I was eating on my own, and the physical therapists had me up and going for walks every day. I even got to walk down and have a shower. I can't tell you how heavenly that was! Just to have hot water run over you instead of being sponged off. I was getting restless and wanted to go home. But we were still only on week two.
The third week I spent most of the days sitting up in a chair, reading or watching t.v. The Dr. didn't care what I did as long as I didn't sleep and I was eating. Finally, they decided to take the drain out of my head and see how I did. The nurse came in and took out the drain and stitched me up. It was no problem except every time I sat up or lay down I had to call the nurse in to adjust my tubes. A few days later they scheduled another CT scan. I still had a lot of fluid on my brain, but they decided to schedule another CT scan the next morning and if it looked OK I could go home. I was excited but even more excited to see my babies. SkyKings mom had been keeping them and brought them down for a visit. I had a shower and tried to hide my scar the best that I could and walked down the hall to the visitors room. SkyKing was working so he asked my dad to take pictures of them when they saw me. I still was attached to a few IVs and I had my Pict line in so I had to wheel the IV cart down the hall with me. It was so fun to be moving toward my babies. Then I saw them jumping up to see through the glass window. When Hair saw me she started crying. I felt so bad! I just wanted to hug them forever and never let go!
Hair and Bug spent the whole visit telling me all about the fun they had been having staying at all their Grandma's and Grandpa's and Aunt Kelli's. Then they had to show me all the beautiful pictures that they made for me. I have the best kids in the whole world! I couldn't get enough of them, but the nurse decided that I needed some rest so I had to leave. They promised to come back so we could all go home together.
The other wonderful thing that happened was that I got moved out of ICU up to the normal recovery room which was more comfortable for my visitors. There is no hospital bed that will ever be comfortable. I loved the ICU nurses and I missed them, but I only spent 2 days on the recovery floor! They did another CT scan and the Dr. said I could go home. I was SO happy! SkyKing brought the kids, I had a shower, ate dinner and we left that hospital! What a GREAT day!
Part 3 will be coming soon.,
Poor SkyKing tried as hard as he could to get home from Phoenix. He was so stressed out and the flights were full. He finally got to Salt Lake about 8:00 at night. His Mom picked him up at the airport and they drove him out to the hospital. The Dr. came out to get his permission for the surgery and then they took me back.
I don't remember much about the first week I was in the ICU. SkyKing said that I was really out of it. I just wanted the lights out and to sleep. I wouldn't eat because my jaw and my neck hurt too much. SkyKing begged me to eat so they didn't have to put a feeding tube in me, but I wouldn't. My sweet parents even drove down to American Fork to bring me an Italian Place sandwich because they know I love those and thought it might tempt me into eating, but it didn't work I guess so they put in a feeding tube. Again, I don't remember this week.
The first thing that I DO remember was waking up and being SO thirsty! I couldn't figure out where I was or why I hurt so bad, but my throat was SO dry! My mom was there and luckily for me she can read my mind and brought me a drink of water. She told me what had happened but not how long I had been there. SkyKing filled me in on the details when he got there later that night. It seems like they had a schedule so someone was always with me. My mom was there every day. My dad would come up after he got off work and brought me a Jamba Juice every day! SkyKing came up almost every night. Everyone else came to visit whenever they could. It was amazing! But the ones I really wanted to see (my babies) were not allowed into the ICU because they were too young and I couldn't walk out to the visitors room to see them yet.
The next thing I remember clearly was my dad visiting and he was reading me some cards that my primary kids had made for me. I miss those kids so much! It was so sweet of the primary to make me a huge get well sign and each kid made me a card. I LOVED it! I kept all the cards and put them into a scrapbook to remind me of how sweet my primary kids are!
Finally, I was eating on my own, and the physical therapists had me up and going for walks every day. I even got to walk down and have a shower. I can't tell you how heavenly that was! Just to have hot water run over you instead of being sponged off. I was getting restless and wanted to go home. But we were still only on week two.
The third week I spent most of the days sitting up in a chair, reading or watching t.v. The Dr. didn't care what I did as long as I didn't sleep and I was eating. Finally, they decided to take the drain out of my head and see how I did. The nurse came in and took out the drain and stitched me up. It was no problem except every time I sat up or lay down I had to call the nurse in to adjust my tubes. A few days later they scheduled another CT scan. I still had a lot of fluid on my brain, but they decided to schedule another CT scan the next morning and if it looked OK I could go home. I was excited but even more excited to see my babies. SkyKings mom had been keeping them and brought them down for a visit. I had a shower and tried to hide my scar the best that I could and walked down the hall to the visitors room. SkyKing was working so he asked my dad to take pictures of them when they saw me. I still was attached to a few IVs and I had my Pict line in so I had to wheel the IV cart down the hall with me. It was so fun to be moving toward my babies. Then I saw them jumping up to see through the glass window. When Hair saw me she started crying. I felt so bad! I just wanted to hug them forever and never let go!
Hair and Bug spent the whole visit telling me all about the fun they had been having staying at all their Grandma's and Grandpa's and Aunt Kelli's. Then they had to show me all the beautiful pictures that they made for me. I have the best kids in the whole world! I couldn't get enough of them, but the nurse decided that I needed some rest so I had to leave. They promised to come back so we could all go home together.
The other wonderful thing that happened was that I got moved out of ICU up to the normal recovery room which was more comfortable for my visitors. There is no hospital bed that will ever be comfortable. I loved the ICU nurses and I missed them, but I only spent 2 days on the recovery floor! They did another CT scan and the Dr. said I could go home. I was SO happy! SkyKing brought the kids, I had a shower, ate dinner and we left that hospital! What a GREAT day!
Part 3 will be coming soon.,
Thursday, July 28, 2011
2nd Chances part 1
This blog is to help me with my second chance. I recently had an aneurysm burst and was in the hospital for a month in the ICU. Thanks to some amazing doctors and wonderful nurses I am now finishing my recovery at home.
It was suggested to me by the Occupational Therapist that I start journaling my recovery to help with the memory loss that I experienced. Thankfully there was not much, but better be safe than sorry and start journaling my recovery.
So, I will start with what I do remember. June 12th, 2011... I came home from church with a massive migraine headache. I thought it was just from the stress of being released as the primary chorister, told the kids I had one of my headaches and went to bed. A little later I remember waking up and being so sick I couldn't even get out of bed to throw up. (I know. Gross right?) I just laid in bed (throw up and all) and begged to be able to sleep and get rid of the horrible headache.
My sweet 'Hair' came in at one point to check on me and offer me some orange juice. My kids are very used to my migraines and Hair trys her best to take care of me. I was too sick to even talk to her. I just waived her out of the room.
Of course Sky King was out of town working. He had been trying to reach me all night and I didn't pick up the phone. Finally, the next day he called my mom and she came out to check on me. I thought it was only 8:00 in the morning, but it was actually 4:30 in the afternoon. She tried to get me to get out of bed so she could clean me up, but I just begged to sleep for a few minutes. I must have scared her to death because she called my dad and 911.
I don't remember the ambulance getting there, but somehow between everyone they got me out of the house and on the the stretcher. The next thing I remember is my dear sweet friend Camille telling me that she had the girls and I didn't need to worry. I do remember relaxing after that point but I don't remember anything about the hospital. I guess they did a CT scan at the hospital here in Tooele and decided to lifeflight me to a different hospital.
So I get to take a helicopter ride and i don't remember it! It is horrible that I have to pay $16000.00 for a ride that I did not get to enjoy!
I arrived at the IMC hospital in Murray and went into surgery. They shaved part of my head, cut the skin and folded it back and took a 2 inch square of my skull off. Then they put a clip on thezUy blood vessel that had burst and put everything back the way it was (minus the hair which is growing back nicely now.)
I don't remember the first week in ICU but I had a lot of great family and friends that visited me. I didn't get to see Hair or Bug because they don't allow children in the ICU. That sucked for them, but I was still out of it.
I will finish with part 2 later. It still hurts my brain to think about all that has happened!
It was suggested to me by the Occupational Therapist that I start journaling my recovery to help with the memory loss that I experienced. Thankfully there was not much, but better be safe than sorry and start journaling my recovery.
So, I will start with what I do remember. June 12th, 2011... I came home from church with a massive migraine headache. I thought it was just from the stress of being released as the primary chorister, told the kids I had one of my headaches and went to bed. A little later I remember waking up and being so sick I couldn't even get out of bed to throw up. (I know. Gross right?) I just laid in bed (throw up and all) and begged to be able to sleep and get rid of the horrible headache.
My sweet 'Hair' came in at one point to check on me and offer me some orange juice. My kids are very used to my migraines and Hair trys her best to take care of me. I was too sick to even talk to her. I just waived her out of the room.
Of course Sky King was out of town working. He had been trying to reach me all night and I didn't pick up the phone. Finally, the next day he called my mom and she came out to check on me. I thought it was only 8:00 in the morning, but it was actually 4:30 in the afternoon. She tried to get me to get out of bed so she could clean me up, but I just begged to sleep for a few minutes. I must have scared her to death because she called my dad and 911.
I don't remember the ambulance getting there, but somehow between everyone they got me out of the house and on the the stretcher. The next thing I remember is my dear sweet friend Camille telling me that she had the girls and I didn't need to worry. I do remember relaxing after that point but I don't remember anything about the hospital. I guess they did a CT scan at the hospital here in Tooele and decided to lifeflight me to a different hospital.
So I get to take a helicopter ride and i don't remember it! It is horrible that I have to pay $16000.00 for a ride that I did not get to enjoy!
I arrived at the IMC hospital in Murray and went into surgery. They shaved part of my head, cut the skin and folded it back and took a 2 inch square of my skull off. Then they put a clip on thezUy blood vessel that had burst and put everything back the way it was (minus the hair which is growing back nicely now.)
I don't remember the first week in ICU but I had a lot of great family and friends that visited me. I didn't get to see Hair or Bug because they don't allow children in the ICU. That sucked for them, but I was still out of it.
I will finish with part 2 later. It still hurts my brain to think about all that has happened!
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