foot, meet mouth

Ever have a day (or a couple of days) where you can’t seem to keep your foot (or feet, calves, knees and thighs) out of your mouth?

Yah, my last two days have been like that :( I am lacking the brain/mouth filter. The one that says “don’t say that, it’s gonna get you in trouble.” Or I ignore it. Either way, it’s not good. I’m pretty blunt. It either endears you to me, or you hate me for it. I am ok with that. Lately it’s just been worse than usual. Good news though! Today I haven’t stuck any appendages in my mouth, on purpose or by accident ;)

On a slightly better note, SSA called me and claim to have come to a decision regarding Malachai. They want all of our income info, property, etc.. so it can’t be all bad, right? That appointment is on the tenth. I need a dollar. Just a dollar. If we get a dollar, we all qualify for health care. This was never, ever about the money. While it would be nice, we don’t need it. We do need health care.

We had salmon and rice for dinner and almost everyone ate it. Some even asked for seconds. I might be making a brisket tonight. I am stupidly busy today, so I might not.

Dorian has open house tonight at 7:30. I found out today Malachai’s open house is 6:30 – 8, same night. I’ll be hitting that, and running from there to pick up DH and then off to D’s school. Michael accidentally scheduled an appt for tonight :( I wrote it in the main shop calendar, not in the appointment book. Damnit. He is gonna try to reschedule his appt, but it’s not a guarantee. I don’t mind going alone to M’s school, but I hate being alone at D’s school. I have to go though, because I haven’t met his teachers yet!

Speaking of, his Ivrit teacher phoned me this afternoon about some questions I had written last week. Apparently they thought that Ezekial was the English translation of his Hebrew name. Um, no. HIs Hebrew name *is* Ezekial. It isn’t like his English name is Ezekial and his Hebrew name is Y’Chetzel (which is apparently what they called him last year too *grumble*). His English and Hebrew names are entirely unrelated, which in that particular Jewish community is a bit strange. So we kind of went round and round while I tried to figure out what she meant, and then *DING!* lightbulb. No ma’am, his English name is Dorian. His Hebrew name is Ezekial. It’s what it said on his bris papers. No, not Y’Chetzel, like phonetic Hebrew yud-zion-kof-lamed. She is still going to “try and see” how to spell it. No problem, I don’t mind. (FWIW, my Hebrew name is Shoshana, and much like my English name, every other girl is names Shoshana – except in Chabad and they are named Chana or Chaya).

Michael’s boss is coming Thursday morning to measure our kitchen and help lay it out and get us an estimate on remodeling it.

We’re going to Orlando the 13 – 18.

My MIL is coming to visit for a week on the 19th.

25 July 2007

So, we had Erins yartzeit earlier this month, as is custom to do it on the Jewish date. Today is the English date.

For those who want to read about yartzeit, you can do so here, but the quick n dirty, it’s the anniversary of a death.

We took Sara to register her to school this morning, and I have work to do. It just hit me that today, it’s been four years. I need that tattoo. My whole life revolves around it.

Today is probably the day
and Here is my blog from that day

and the next year

I didn’t blog in 2005

we were settling into our new home last year, and I did light yartzeit, but didn’t blog

I might post this as my blog entry this year… I am so tired of commemorating death, but I feel wrong not acknowledging the life that was lost.

Look ma! Less ear!

I had three new punches done today! We did both conches again, as well as my helix in my left ear. We were going to reopen the helix in my right year, but I decided stretching was the way to go. More on that later.
I knew I wanted to do something today, but I really didn’t want to work on the bird. I’ve been kind of anxious all week, I couldn’t find something I wanted to tattoo and be able to have finished, not being a work in progress. Instead I decided on some new jewelry.

This morning we had a nice brunch with my grandmother, aunt, dad and siblings. Then we came home, cleaned up the living room and a bit of the front room (which I need to finish). I talked with Sara, she’s having some troubles right now (I wish I could help them more, but shy of being mom… I just can’t).

Then Michael and I went out, bank, office store (we needed a new chair) Arby’s for late lunch/early dinner, and off to the shop!

Michael picked out jewelry. I had some for the conches, not the helix. Then he did his prep thing. I kept my cool. Kind of ;) I didn’t have that massive anxiety/anticipation I usually do. I think it’s because I had an audience this time. He cleaned me up, marked off where he was gonna punch, and I double checked it. Then we tried to decide what order to go in. J suggested R conch L conch L helix R helix. I said no, I want to do all of one ear, that way I have to do the other.

Let me interject, this is not the first time I have done multiple (read: four) major piercings/punches in a single session, it’s just been about eight years.

I decided to do the left ear, then the right.

We punched the first conch, tapered it up to an 8G and got the jewelry in just fine. I was gripping the arm rests on the chair, but it didn’t go poorly at all, and it wasn’t awful. That crunching noise is the worst. H said it sounded like a hole punch! I never thought about it, but in retrospect, absolutely. I had some of my Dr. P and sat back for the next one.

Then we did the helix, which is the equivalent of a 4G, but my helix always opens up and it easily accommodates a 2G. This one was a problem. It didn’t want to go through. The punch went through the skin just fine and felt like it stopped at the cartilage. Michael really had to push it on through, it was not an enjoyable experience and it hurt like hell. It also bled, which I was expecting (my last helix punch bled like stuck pig too).

Then we moved over to the other side. I hesitated a bit, I needed a moment to collect myself. H said during the helix the color just drained out of my lips. I believe her. I drank some more Dr. P and settled back into the chair.

We did the next conch, no problems. The jewelry slid right in, it was a nice change from that helix!

I opted not to try and re-punch the helix in my right ear. I don’t know if it was a defective punch, or if it was just too old, or if I have some weird ass calcium deposit growing over my cartilage (that’s a joke people), but I did not want to repeat that experience. I had originally wanted to just punch it back open, it would have just been skin because we had already punched it eight or so years ago, but I didn’t trust the punch. Right now I can easily squeeze a 6G into it, I’d like to taper it up to a 4G, but I think I’ll wait a bit while my ears heal. Eventually it will go up to a 2G to match.

Then we went to the book store to pick up some goodies, and later on tonight I get to shower with my baby while he cleans my ears. Ah, gotta love tradition!


Right ear – 3/4″ lobe, 12G upper lobe, 10G tragus, 8G conch, 8G upper conch, 6ishG helix


Left ear – 3/4″ lobe, 12G upper lobe, 10G tragus, 8G conch, 8G upper conch, 2G helix

I feel like ass.

Today, 09:17 AM
So for two days I’ve had a sore throat and a bit of an ear ache. I was up for an hour last night, my ear hurt so bad. I took some advil and went back to bed around 5 am.

I woke up and I can barely hear out of one ear, I can’t talk at all, and this cough is killing me. It’s not in my lungs, but it’s winding me when I start coughing.

I am off to the doctor at 10:30. We are taking the boys to school (late) and then to the doc, and I was supposed to go food shopping today.

I just want to crawl back into bed.

Today, Today, 01:20 PM

it’s an ear infection in one ear (the one I can’t hear out of) and fluid in the other (I can hear on that one) No clue about my voice, but it is gone gone gone. I sound like a frog if I try to talk past a whisper (literally croaking).

I spent 85$ on the doc, 89.00 on the script (generic!) and I say I still came out ahead b/c private healthcare cost much more monthly.

May 15 2007, 05:09 PM

The neuro called today, said the EEG & MRI came back normal, and we’ll proceed once the blood work comes in (appt is set for June 18th, pending results)

So yay, that stuff came back within normal range. Michael was concerned, b/c the woman administering the EEG asked if he was prone to staring episodes in the middle of the EEG.

So unless he wasn’t telling me something and is saving it for the end of June, it sounds like at least the top of the list is scratched off :-)

Today, 01:19 PM

  1. My replacement hard drive arrived today, and I am already busy making back ups
  2. I ordered new jewelry yesterday (and I hope it fits for a long time this time!)
  3. Dorian is probably going to get to stay bodyain HACS next year
  4. Malachai will get access to things he needs by being in public school next year
  5. I still have Shivie home with me next year :-)
  6. My dad let me borrow the money for the doctor and my script today because we don’t get paid until tomorrow
  7. I got to go food shopping today! (We were way past due)
  8. My new bathroom is almost finished! We get to start on either the downstairs bathroom or the kitchen next!
  9. I fucked up our hotel reservations, not once but twice, but got it fixed :-)
  10. It’s only an ear infection, not anything worse!

shul

Michael and I got all dressed up (ok, he was in his funeral suit pants and a white shirt and tie, I was in my funeral dress & shoes) and went to shul this morning for a bar mitzvah. We had to duck out early because he had to be at work (something I felt crappy about because it’s Shabbat and it’s a frum-orthodox congregation).

The Rabbi shook his hand once he went inside (men & women are separated) and gave him a tallis (they keep a stack in the back for those who didn’t bring their own/don’t have them) a siddur and found another member to help him along the service.

Michael said he had to admit, he felt good in there.

I said we weren’t doing it every weekend. I just can’t. He said no, he didn’t want to, he had no clue what was going on, it was just nice.

I agreed. The service is very different from the Saturday morning services I grew up with. I am totally lost in there myself, with the exception of the “group” prayers.

So I am going to buy him his own tallis so he isn’t wearing one a zillion other men have worn, because we’ll be there often enough to merit it (we will have a ton of brit milah and b’nai mitzvot and the like to attend… we have another next weekend).

I had a half dozen people tell me I reminded them of mom. One told me how strong she was. I was talking to Erin (Dorian’s friends mom) the other week and explained… I don’t go to shul because it’s a family thing for me, and I don’t have any family left to go with (my dad adamantly does not go of his own accord… he will go if invited by friends and he knows he is expected to show, you know?) so I just don’t. I am not an avid Jew. I don’t like standing around, separated from my husband, from 9 to 1 praying. Not my thing.

But it was nice walking in with Michael today.