So I went back to work yesterday after being super sick since last Saturday night. Everything was so weird and I had missed so many days, it felt almost like I had started a new job. The phone lines were down, so we had to forward all our calls to our cell phones, and we have just started using a brand new computer system. I was a bit out of my element all day, exhausted from recent illness and trying to catch up. Somehow I made it to the end of the day; our last patient was on acupuncture and all I had to do was clean up a detox footbath and close up the office. When I went to drain the footbath, however, the pipe disconnected from the pump and proceeded to spray the entire front room of the office with gross water. Unfortunately, I happened to be bending over the pump when the pipe disconnected and was directly between it and the rest of the room. I was soaked, head to toe and front to back. It was such a ridiculous end to that day that Dr. Angelina and I couldn't stop laughing. We wiped up the floor and she let me go home (with several towels draped over my drivers seat). Thank goodness for hot showers. I'm just sorry I didn't take a picture of my sodden self to include for your viewing pleasure. I'm still getting used to this new-fangled blogging thing. But hey, two posts this week! I told you I was turning over a new leaf.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I know, I know...
You don't need to tell me, I already realize it's been a year and a half since I wrote on my blog. I've been busy. I promise I'll try to do better.
Here's a quick synopsis for those of you who only communicate through blogging (which, to my knowledge, is no one I know, so this post is really just to move some embarrassingly old posts into the archive):
Abigail Marie Crenshaw came, happy and pretty healthy, 10 weeks early on March 3rd 2009. She spent 5 long hard weeks in the NICU at Madison Memorial Hospital before coming home. At that point, I surprised everyone again by going back to the hospital and ended up having surgery to remove my gallbladder. Sheesh.
By the end of April, everything was mostly back to normal. John and I worked opposite schedules for a few months so that one of us was always home with Abby, and by the end of the summer, we knew it was time to go home to North Carolina. We left our jobs and friends in Rexburg and packed up our van and drove... to Rigby, 5 miles down the road, where our back windshield blew out. Undeterred, we covered the gaping hole with a Harry Potter blanket and continued on our trek.
We made it all the way to Idaho Falls (20 more miles away) before we were pretty sure something else was iffy under the hood. We had it checked out at the dealership and made the decision to risk it and push forward. Just past Pocatello (a couple hours, this time) we did her in for good. The car broke down and there was no way it would take us any farther. We called a tow truck and a good friend and found a place to stay for a few days. Somehow, we got it all figured out there, and I got to see a very beautiful part of Idaho before I left.
We got home in September and have been going pretty non-stop since then. It's great being close to family again. In fact, we are extremely close to some of them, since we rent a house with John's sister Heather and her husband Mark. Abby loves them, and is spoiled rotten with all the love and attention she gets in the house.
John is working at A Southern Season and loves his job, maybe for the first time ever. I am working for a Chiropractor in Chapel Hill and it's a good job, but I'd love to figure out a way to stay home with Abby more.
It's hard to believe it's been almost 14 months since she was born. That number somehow seems too big and too little at the same time.
We just got Abby paid off with our tax refund for last year, and it's great to have that burden off our shoulders. Next on the list: paying off the rental truck and van repairs that went on a borrowed credit card so that we could make it home!
Here's a quick synopsis for those of you who only communicate through blogging (which, to my knowledge, is no one I know, so this post is really just to move some embarrassingly old posts into the archive):
Abigail Marie Crenshaw came, happy and pretty healthy, 10 weeks early on March 3rd 2009. She spent 5 long hard weeks in the NICU at Madison Memorial Hospital before coming home. At that point, I surprised everyone again by going back to the hospital and ended up having surgery to remove my gallbladder. Sheesh.
By the end of April, everything was mostly back to normal. John and I worked opposite schedules for a few months so that one of us was always home with Abby, and by the end of the summer, we knew it was time to go home to North Carolina. We left our jobs and friends in Rexburg and packed up our van and drove... to Rigby, 5 miles down the road, where our back windshield blew out. Undeterred, we covered the gaping hole with a Harry Potter blanket and continued on our trek.
We made it all the way to Idaho Falls (20 more miles away) before we were pretty sure something else was iffy under the hood. We had it checked out at the dealership and made the decision to risk it and push forward. Just past Pocatello (a couple hours, this time) we did her in for good. The car broke down and there was no way it would take us any farther. We called a tow truck and a good friend and found a place to stay for a few days. Somehow, we got it all figured out there, and I got to see a very beautiful part of Idaho before I left.
We got home in September and have been going pretty non-stop since then. It's great being close to family again. In fact, we are extremely close to some of them, since we rent a house with John's sister Heather and her husband Mark. Abby loves them, and is spoiled rotten with all the love and attention she gets in the house.
John is working at A Southern Season and loves his job, maybe for the first time ever. I am working for a Chiropractor in Chapel Hill and it's a good job, but I'd love to figure out a way to stay home with Abby more.
It's hard to believe it's been almost 14 months since she was born. That number somehow seems too big and too little at the same time.
We just got Abby paid off with our tax refund for last year, and it's great to have that burden off our shoulders. Next on the list: paying off the rental truck and van repairs that went on a borrowed credit card so that we could make it home!
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