Thursday, July 25, 2019
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Kidney Stones-- July 16, 2019
Mike woke up at 3 am on Tuesday morning, July 16, with severe pain in his abdomen. When I woke at 6 am or so, the first words out of his mouth to me were, "Look up the symptoms of appendicitis." That's what he thought he might have. The pain was quite sharp and in his lower right side. But he had no fever, no nausea. Just pain. Severe pain. Maybe it was something else. It was severe like his kidney problems were 14 years ago when he was hunting in the Uinta Mountains.
I went out to water, do yard work, etc and told him to rest and relax. He was hot. He laid under a fan. Then he threw up. And sometimes worry and stress will cause things like that. But that clenched it. He decided to take himself to the ER. Silly man. He came out to the back yard with a barf bowl in his arms and said to me, "I'm going to the Emergency Room." But I made him wait for me to drive him. "One does not drive themselves to the Emergency Room if there are other options, Dear. I will take you." I came in, grabbed my "purse" backpack, threw in my toothbrush and toothpaste since I'd done no morning grooming as yet, got keys and my phone and off we went. And I hit Every Single Red Light along the way!!! It must be him. I can drive down Main Street Cedar City any other day and not hit a single one. He was kind of moaning by that time. (And I also called in to take the day off of work.)
After admitting him to the ER, he was laying on a bed, writhing and moaning in pain! Trying to sit, stand, lie down--something, anything to be comfortable. Nothing worked until they gave him some morphine within the hour. That finally brought some relief, but it didn't last long. We were there for a total of 3 1 /2 hours or so, and he had two doses of morphine and one other pain drug, plus the anti-nausea one. I helped him practice Lamaze-type breathing since that's all I know to do with pain. He had a CT scan, gave them a urine specimen and we visited with the Dr. who looked like he was 15. ha. There was a stone, way at the top of the ureter and another in the kidney. The one that was just barely out of the kidney looked to be about 5 millimeters in diameter. That size may be able to pass, maybe not. 5mm is the cutoff for passing, generally. So the Dr just prescribed some pain killers, Mike was told to drink plenty of fluids, keep moving, and have a follow-up with a urologist ASAP. So I made an appointment with one while we were there. The earliest one was in St. George. Two days away.
Mike came home and napped the afternoon away on Tuesday. He was so drained from that painful experience, plus all the meds made him sleepy. And he was comfortable, so that was good. He was drinking lots and lots of fluids, straining his urine, and moving around a bit as he felt up to it. I got lots done at home! Picked up prescriptions, Laundry, irrigating the garden, etc. As the day wore on, he felt better and better, so we kept to our plans to go with Tandy and kids to go see "Toy Story 4" at the theater that evening. We did not get any snacks for the movie, and Mike sat closest to the aisle in case he needed to go out. He was quite nervous about the intense pain returning. I skipped my watercolor class that evening.
"Toy Story 4" was so dang cute! I can't believe how long those characters have been around. I wonder why those toys don't wear out? ;-) I smiled all the way through, with a tear or two at the end. And had full-on belly laughs during the credit add-ons. I had the serious giggles by then, I'm tellin' ya. Cute stuff. And my cheeks were sore from smiling/laughing so much.
Mike still had no more pain that night or Wednesday. That was good. But he's not supposed to drive while on narcotics, even though he'd only taken a couple of doses of the Tylenol with Codeine. By Wednesday, he felt nervously normal so he had his worker pick him up and took him over to the Beatrice Apartments to try and get some work done, but it was kind of a wash for the day's work. Wednesday evening Tandy brought over Lexi and Braeden to work on their music practice at our house. They need a computer and network access, etc. So I made us some Fish 'n' chips and they ate with us. Later, Tandy came with Ella and we all (except Mike) went to the Greenshow together. Games were played afterward at home, we visited and chatted, it was the little Liebhardt's last night with us. It's been such a fun July, getting to spend so much time with kids and grandkids. We will miss them as they head home via California.
Thursday morning, Mike and I drove down to St. George to see the urologist. We got some good information on options, what to expect, what to watch for, etc. But, since everyone is different, we don't really know. It was a good consultation. Mike doesn't appear to be a good candidate for lithotripsy, where they use sound shock waves to break them up. The location and visibility of the stone is not good, nor is his, er, density and girth. He may have to do the scope removal, so we scheduled that for August 7. But if he passes it before--great! He may want to leave the other one in place...or opt to have it removed. August 6 we'll head to St. George for a pre-op and another CT scan to see if none, one or two stones have passed, to see if the one inside has changed, to see if he wants to do it then or later. All sorts of options.
WE are praying and hoping for both to dissolve and disappear and pass before August 6 and hope that you will pray for that, too. In the mean time, he's off pain meds other than ibuprofen or Tylenol. And back to normal activity with some extra exercise to hopefully move things along, but leery about having another attack of pain as things move along or get stuck or swell or back up.
For my ending note, let us just say that we may be heading to Lagoon. The Dr DID mention that some studies have shown that roller coasters or intercourse may be effective in helping to move kidney stones along. Hmmm. I did ask if they had done any studies on intercourse while riding on Roller Coasters, but he said he's never seen any studies as interesting as that one might be. I know-- Naughty me. But I couldn't resist asking. I am pretty sure there are no minors reading my blog.
And, no. We don't plan to try it. And we probably won't even go to Lagoon because we have a garage sale to plan for in a little over two weeks. GAAAHHHGHHH!!! So much to do!!
I went out to water, do yard work, etc and told him to rest and relax. He was hot. He laid under a fan. Then he threw up. And sometimes worry and stress will cause things like that. But that clenched it. He decided to take himself to the ER. Silly man. He came out to the back yard with a barf bowl in his arms and said to me, "I'm going to the Emergency Room." But I made him wait for me to drive him. "One does not drive themselves to the Emergency Room if there are other options, Dear. I will take you." I came in, grabbed my "purse" backpack, threw in my toothbrush and toothpaste since I'd done no morning grooming as yet, got keys and my phone and off we went. And I hit Every Single Red Light along the way!!! It must be him. I can drive down Main Street Cedar City any other day and not hit a single one. He was kind of moaning by that time. (And I also called in to take the day off of work.)
After admitting him to the ER, he was laying on a bed, writhing and moaning in pain! Trying to sit, stand, lie down--something, anything to be comfortable. Nothing worked until they gave him some morphine within the hour. That finally brought some relief, but it didn't last long. We were there for a total of 3 1 /2 hours or so, and he had two doses of morphine and one other pain drug, plus the anti-nausea one. I helped him practice Lamaze-type breathing since that's all I know to do with pain. He had a CT scan, gave them a urine specimen and we visited with the Dr. who looked like he was 15. ha. There was a stone, way at the top of the ureter and another in the kidney. The one that was just barely out of the kidney looked to be about 5 millimeters in diameter. That size may be able to pass, maybe not. 5mm is the cutoff for passing, generally. So the Dr just prescribed some pain killers, Mike was told to drink plenty of fluids, keep moving, and have a follow-up with a urologist ASAP. So I made an appointment with one while we were there. The earliest one was in St. George. Two days away.
Mike came home and napped the afternoon away on Tuesday. He was so drained from that painful experience, plus all the meds made him sleepy. And he was comfortable, so that was good. He was drinking lots and lots of fluids, straining his urine, and moving around a bit as he felt up to it. I got lots done at home! Picked up prescriptions, Laundry, irrigating the garden, etc. As the day wore on, he felt better and better, so we kept to our plans to go with Tandy and kids to go see "Toy Story 4" at the theater that evening. We did not get any snacks for the movie, and Mike sat closest to the aisle in case he needed to go out. He was quite nervous about the intense pain returning. I skipped my watercolor class that evening.
"Toy Story 4" was so dang cute! I can't believe how long those characters have been around. I wonder why those toys don't wear out? ;-) I smiled all the way through, with a tear or two at the end. And had full-on belly laughs during the credit add-ons. I had the serious giggles by then, I'm tellin' ya. Cute stuff. And my cheeks were sore from smiling/laughing so much.
Mike still had no more pain that night or Wednesday. That was good. But he's not supposed to drive while on narcotics, even though he'd only taken a couple of doses of the Tylenol with Codeine. By Wednesday, he felt nervously normal so he had his worker pick him up and took him over to the Beatrice Apartments to try and get some work done, but it was kind of a wash for the day's work. Wednesday evening Tandy brought over Lexi and Braeden to work on their music practice at our house. They need a computer and network access, etc. So I made us some Fish 'n' chips and they ate with us. Later, Tandy came with Ella and we all (except Mike) went to the Greenshow together. Games were played afterward at home, we visited and chatted, it was the little Liebhardt's last night with us. It's been such a fun July, getting to spend so much time with kids and grandkids.
Thursday morning, Mike and I drove down to St. George to see the urologist. We got some good information on options, what to expect, what to watch for, etc. But, since everyone is different, we don't really know. It was a good consultation. Mike doesn't appear to be a good candidate for lithotripsy, where they use sound shock waves to break them up. The location and visibility of the stone is not good, nor is his, er, density and girth. He may have to do the scope removal, so we scheduled that for August 7. But if he passes it before--great! He may want to leave the other one in place...or opt to have it removed. August 6 we'll head to St. George for a pre-op and another CT scan to see if none, one or two stones have passed, to see if the one inside has changed, to see if he wants to do it then or later. All sorts of options.
WE are praying and hoping for both to dissolve and disappear and pass before August 6 and hope that you will pray for that, too. In the mean time, he's off pain meds other than ibuprofen or Tylenol. And back to normal activity with some extra exercise to hopefully move things along, but leery about having another attack of pain as things move along or get stuck or swell or back up.
For my ending note, let us just say that we may be heading to Lagoon. The Dr DID mention that some studies have shown that roller coasters or intercourse may be effective in helping to move kidney stones along. Hmmm. I did ask if they had done any studies on intercourse while riding on Roller Coasters, but he said he's never seen any studies as interesting as that one might be. I know-- Naughty me. But I couldn't resist asking. I am pretty sure there are no minors reading my blog.
And, no. We don't plan to try it. And we probably won't even go to Lagoon because we have a garage sale to plan for in a little over two weeks. GAAAHHHGHHH!!! So much to do!!
For My Laundry-Challenged friends and loved ones
Shamelessly copied and pasted here from Meridian Magazine and giving full credit to Joni Hilton, whose writing I love. And because I happen to love doing laundry. Maybe this is why. Or, maybe this should be why.
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When I was growing up, laundry was serious business. Stains were attacked with a vengeance, clothing was washed mercilessly in scalding water, and my father’s shirts and handkerchiefs were starched until they nearly stood up by themselves. Even the pillowcases were pressed until they were smooth as paper.
Just because something is repetitive doesn’t mean it has to lose meaning. My mother knew all the tricks. Freshly washed clothes were stored in a pillowcase (this was before plastic trash bags, mind you) so they would be uniformly damp, ready for a blistering hot iron to melt out every last wrinkle. Others were sprinkled, then steamed, and before I was ten, I was expertly weaving the iron in between the buttons of shirts and placing proper creases in the sleeves.
Today laundry is easier. Many fabrics require no ironing and washing machines offer a myriad of temperatures and spin cycles. However, dirt and grime have not accepted modernization and seem to accumulate without regard to technical advances. Yep, every week laundry must be done. And it gets tedious.
So I’m going to offer Meridian Magazine readers my Top 5 Tips for making it easier to tackle this unending chore, and thus improve your family life:
- Involve your children. Years ago a friend said to me, “If you can read, you can do laundry.” The brilliance of that struck me immediately, and I taught my children, from a very young age, to do their own laundry—including the folding and putting away of clean clothes. Let’s face it, today’s kids are so electronically savvy that a kindergartner could tutor her grandparents in cell phone and computer use. If kids can do that, they can easily navigate the buttons on a washer and dryer.
- Train everyone to stop putting perfectly clean clothes in the hamper. This is a lazy trick some try, rather than hanging things up. But it costs money to run the machines, and money to replace clothes that have undergone wear and tear in the washing process.
- If you have a large family, parents can assign a day and a time to each person.Keep in mind the best times when your local utility company offers discounts for running appliances. This also prevents quarrels between two kids who both need a vital piece of clothing NOW, and they both insist they should be first.
- Teach the best way to get clothes really clean. Talk about pre-treating stains, separating dark and light colors, using cold water vs. hot water, and resisting the urge to pack the machine so full that clothes have no room to swish around. Show kids that if you turn clothes inside out, the “right side” won’t sustain as much abuse, and will look new longer. Have them safety pin their socks together so one won’t get lost. Help them with bleach if it’s needed, making sure it mixes with the water before you add clothing.
- And here’s the best way to get over the mundane repetition: Think about the Sacrament. Every single week we get the amazing chance to wash ourselves clean–as clean as we were on our baptism day. Incredible! Just as with laundry, we prepare. We go through a routine that has several steps: There’s a song, there are prayers, there is passing of the emblems of Christ’s body and blood, and there is the partaking. There is also the opportunity to close our eyes, to pray, to repent, to pledge our devotion again, to draw closer to God than we may have felt all week. If done right, we can feel sparkling clean and ready for the new week ahead.
Doing laundry can be “doing laundry.” Or it can be a reminder that we are cleansing the outer vessel, just as we cleanse the inner vessel when we partake of the Sacrament. Like other household duties, we can remember that we do all this to keep family life in order and running smoothly. This isn’t just a menial job; this is something that sustains our loved ones. We can consecrate this task to God, and do it to the best of our ability. We can make it mean something.
As a little girl, I felt confidence as I learned to master ironing. I knew my mother (obviously, today that message can come from both moms and dads) cared about the details of this assignment, so I cared, too. It was something important, something that meant I was part of running a home. Of course she could have ironed much better and faster, but at the time I felt I was doing something vital.
We also set the example for our children as we model for them the seriousness of taking the Sacrament. By showing them how much we look forward to it, how truly we concentrate on it, and how much it means to us, they learn to value that weekly ordinance for themselves as well. Instead of seeing it as rote or routine, children straighten up in their seats. They concentrate. They know this is one of their family’s values. Yes, it can become repetitive. Or, if done correctly, it can become so much more.
Monday, July 8, 2019
Jane's blessing, July 7, 2019
On Saturday the 6th of July, we (Mike and I) traveled to Kearns to spend the night with Nick and Kaylee's family in preparation for Jane's baby blessing on Sunday. First, we stopped in Provo at the Cemetery and met Gayela there. July 6 is John Liebhardt's birthday. We skipped all Memorial Day grave decorating due to nasty weather (and we were just plumb wore out!), so they made arrangements to meet and place flowers on their parents' grave on that day instead. It was a big flurry of activity for us on Saturday morning (after a late night at the movies) to get ready and leave in time! Whoosh-whoosh here, whoosh-whoosh there at home, cleaning up stuff, packing stuff, washing laundry and dishes, picking raspberries to take with us, watering lawns here and there, meeting kids, packing us, packing kids (Gail left, too, going via Richfield to meet up with Seth), Tandy and kids leaving to go up north, too; Damain leaving to go back to Texas and work. We ended up taking Mike's truck. I suppose we could have driven the car. It wasn't that much stuff, but it seemed like it.
I had wanted to stop and see Robert and Janet on the way up, but we just barely made it in time to meet Gayela, so that was putting us even later in to Kearns.
Nick grilled some yummy pork tenderloins for dinner for us that night and I think we just went to bed early. Sunday was a busy day for everyone!
Church was at 9 am. We made it on time, but Tandy did not because her phone led her astray. Here is what she shared in a text and what happened to all of them that morning. I thought it was worth sharing, so enjoy!
First, the texts (none of which I got because I had not taken my phone to church with me that day).
And now Tandy's Texts to her kids and us:
I've been trying to share something uplifting and spiritual with my kiddos every once in a while via text...
Today, since Nick's Ward was full of the Spirit and awesome testimonies, I'll share mine with all of you this way.
Lexi and Braeden... this is my spiritual thought. Share your own with me and Dad. You don't have to do it on this thread with everyone else.
(Though it's not a bad idea... ️)
Testimony
6 July 2019
This morning Nick quoted a little book that Rachel has and reads about the Savior and His love for us. The line he quoted had to do with making mistakes and questioning whether Jesus Loves me still, and the answer was simply, “yes. More than you’ll ever know.”
I was 7 mins early for Sacrament Meeting today! After driving more than 40 mins to get there. I was so proud... since everyone knows that being on time is NOT one of my talents. 🥴 When we walked in and sat... and then realized that we were the only ones there from our family, then noticed that Nick wasn’t on the stand (he’s currently in the bishopric), and the couple behind us asked if we were new to the ward, we had the sudden realization that we were probably NOT in the right place. I quickly texted family. Then I asked if the couple knew the Liebhardts. Ugh!
Call after call to family kept being dropped.
All after I had copied and pasted the address into Google maps to get to our destination not only on time, but a little early.
The fabulous Google machine had failed me.
I was actually super upset. Google maps ruined my “early” morning. And this wasn’t the first time it had failed me. Not the second or third. I usually just follow Nick and Kaylee from their home to the church, but I had stayed out of town with Cornell, so I put all my trust in Google maps to get me where I needed to be. Boooo!
I said, “ugh! I hate Google!” (And a couple of other choice things. ) And then I quickly traded Google in for Apple maps to redirect me to the right destination.
How quickly I forsook something that generally serves me so well.
Nick’s quote from Rachel’s little book gave me more enlightenment this morning and was meant just for me.
How grateful I am that I have the example of the Savior and His gospel as my roadmap back to our Heavenly Father. How grateful I am to know that if I follow it with faith and diligence and even the smallest amount of effort (like Kaylee mentioned), I will not be lead astray. That I will, in fact, be blessed. And that I will for sure make it where I actually want and need to be.
I’m ALSO so, so grateful that Heavenly Father and the Savior love me more than I’ll ever know and love me still when I make mistake after mistake. So grateful that they don’t say, “I hate Tandy!” and quickly trade me in for someone better and more capable than I am... especially to be the guide for three kiddos that depend on me to get them where they want and need to be... physically and spiritually. ️
Now for some photos of the day. I really was there, I promise.
Below is Kaylee's sister-in-law, Brooke, holding cute little Jane. At 2 months, she's 9 lbs, but still growing and doing well. She's so happy, too (except, it would seem, when I am holding her).
Three other Little Liebhardt's
Logan just RUNS and RUNS and RUNS. He never had a nap on Sunday, yet made it clear through dinner at 5 : 30 pm on Sunday...and even bath time. Then we left. He'd never had a meltdown. Not one. That is the value of entertaining cousins ;-)
Setting up shade in the backyard.
We're glad that Seth could join us for this day. He rode in to Richfield from Elko with his brother who had taken a trade car out there, Gail picked him up in Richfield. Then Seth was able to go home from Salt Lake with Gail and kiddos. Logistics are so complicated sometimes. I'm glad it is them doing it and not me.
Unintentional Sabbath wardrobe matching.
Three for three, almost! All yellow/gold tops. How funny.
We left the meetinghouse after Sacrament meeting and came to Nick and Kaylee's home. She had a wonderful brunch prepared for us all. Fruit, breakfast casserole and drinks and pastries. Yum!
And Mike. Snoozing away. In all fairness, in our rush to leave town Saturday morning before noon, he forgot his C-Pap machine and had not slept well on Saturday night at Nick's house. He even had nightmares about suffocating, poor guy !
Nick's such a good Daddy.
Two phones in the hands of Nick. What could it mean? It meant that Tandy and Kaylee were playing with the Church's app, "Family Tree" and using the "Find relatives close to me" option . . . and there are different paths to common/different ancestors on each phone! And NEITHER are on their Christensen lines!! ha ha. Since both their maiden names are Christensen, you'd think that would be the path. Nope. Through Tandy's Dad's side (and I don't even know his last name) and Kaylee's went back through her Mom's side--not the Christensen side, either. How funny!!
So many baby holders! Even Jane had a good day, being cuddled and held by many. She had a nice long nap, woke up happy and was happy ALL through dinner. I do believe Kaylee had one un-interrupted meal! Joy of joys. Those sweeties (Nick and Kaylee) fixed tacos for all of us (Kaylee, Nick, Rachel, Logan, Tandy, Lexi, Braeden, Ella, Mike, me) before Mike and I headed home Sunday evening. And it was a very pleasant, uneventful drive. Our favorite kind. ;-)
Side note: How Justin spent the evening of the Fourth of July at the beginning (middle and end, too) of Fireworks at the church on Thursday. At least he came with us and ate dinner over there at Pam's. He skipped the parade and the program and luncheon at the park earlier in the day. He opted NOT to come along with us to SLC for the weekend (short as it was) even though he could have seen his grandma, possibly stayed with either of two of his aunt and uncles and visited cousins...so he stayed home and read. I guess.
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