Ok the very first post. I guess here is where I have to tell everyone why in THE hell I ever decided to blog in the first place. Everyone knows, I'm def not a blogger. Nor have I ever be accused of being a really nicey nice person. Fluff n candy coating don't suit me at all, neither does a bunch of BS. This blog is set as adult content for a reason. A lot of the stuff that has happened in my life the past 5 years has really pissed me off and I doubt I will tip toe past it....
So, guess this first post is supposed to be about me, my life, and why I'm even bothering to write this dumb blog,,LOL. Ok let''s see, name's Renee, I'm 41 years old and married to a great guy I have known and been friends with for over 25 years. We have been married almost 13 years and have 3 kids. My stepdaughter Ashley is almost 24, my stepson is almost 17, and our son together, John Robert, will be 13 in Sept. I never refer to the kids as my "step" anything, they are all just my kids. We have had Allen with us the longest almost 14 years now,,,So normally at my "looney bin" it's John, me n the 2 boys, plus 3 big dogs, a bird, n all the kids' friends runnin n out.
Ok, now I guess is the important part to this. I have been a diabetic since I was 10, so it's been mmmmmm 31 yrs now. UGH 31 yrs,,,it always amazes me when I actually count how long it's been. I was a "brittle" diabetic as a kid, well mostly as a teen. In and out of the hospital every month all that fun stuff. It straightened out once I moved away from my parent's house when I turned 18. (That's a WHOLE nother story) Anywho, it really never caused me many issues until about 6 or so years ago. After a few nasty bouts with pulmonary edema, the doctors decided I should see a heart doctor. Oh great, let's add another doc to the list. I had the usual, an ECHO, a Stresss test, a Cath blah blah and NONE of them said their was anything wrong with me. Jump ahead 5 months, to Dec 10th, 2004. For once almost all our Christmas shopping was done, and all we had left was decorating which was a little later. Looking back I can see how I had signs, I just didn't know them. Anywho, that night I got the bad pains in my shoulder. Jist a nagging, wouldn't let up bad pain that "kinda" went up to my neck and in the front "a little". I decided to call the ambulance and go to the hospital for a shot because the damn pain just wouldn't go away and I couldn't sleep. Another trip to the "Pit O Hell",,,,Little did I know how true that would become,,,
The next part is all a haze for me, and only what I have been told. The last thing I really remember is Sunday when I was watching football and just hanging out all weekend. On Monday they did a cath and found I had 3 badly blocked arteries. They told John I was too unstable to go to Pgh so it had to be at Sharon regional. I would need a triple bypass surgery ASAP. I guess I called and told my mom's (adopted and birth), my cousin Susan who is my bestest friend too, and a few other people. I don't remember. The next things I remember is waking up a week later yelling my head off because they were removing a breathing tube. Yea that's great, give me knock out shit for a week so I'm in a coma not remembering a damn thing but make sure you take it away right before you rip a tube out of my throat that makes it feel like ur pulling out my insides thru my mouth,,,LOL. They were called many nasty names, and I wanted my children. I didn't give a shit about anything but my kids. Nor did I even remember my own home phone number, my cousin I grew up with, or anything else except my kids, and my husband. I remember crying because I wanted my kids so bad and they said I had to be able to walk to a little room down the hall to see them. You can bet my ass walked down that hall the next day to see my kids. I also did everything I had to in order to get home 2 days later, Dec 23rd. I ended back in the hospital Dec 26th for an emergency trach, but I was home for Christmas!!!
In the hopes of saving this first post at least a little space, over the next year I had 3 more surgies. Scar tissue removed from my vocal cords, the trach, and they had to remove broken wires from my chest and stabilize up my sternum, or at least "try" to. The next month I got a bad infection in 1 small stitch and ended up with MRSA. The whole inscision had to be opened up, the sternum remains open a 1/4 in and it moves up and down all the time. There is 1 layer of soft tissue between my heart/lungs and outside. So I basically have a permanently fractured sternum. OH but hey, with me having my triple bypass at the age of 35, they are sure before I'm "old" I will need some other open heart surgery and they will fix me then, no big deal,,,,yea OK whatever you say,,,
That was 4 years ago, and yes a lot has happened since then. I have sped thru a lot that I will go back and expand on someday, just really not in the mood because when I go thru it all, it just really PISSES me off!!!!!. So little bits are much better. As of now I am on 5-7 litres of O2 24/7, metoprolol, lasix, plavix, pottassium, gabepentin, oxycodone, and vicodin 10's. {lus my insulins. A year ago the docs told me I need to have tests on my legs because my circulation is basically gone. Last year I was in the hospital twice, Christmas and in June during our vacation. Both times they threatened me with a vent. I have had each of my legs go out at different times to the point I had to use a walker. I was ready to finally start the testsing to have that bloody bypass surgery that would put me in the evil CVU for 5 days. I HATE that unit, the nurses suck and it's just ewwwwwwwwww,,,I woulda been begging for ICU,,LOL. And then, I pissed my husband off and went to a bonfire,,smartest time I have ever pissed him off in all these years,,,
I have been getting much better. Haven't been sick in months, and except for the walking, I feel great. So I decided I was going ALONE, to "The Cousin's" son's bonfire. Friends I hadn't seen in yrs would be there, and my family I grew up with I haven't been around in a very long time. I really didn't care if anyone was pissed or not for real,,LOL Well, it turns out not only did I have fun because Kenny kept us all amused with his drunken antics as usual, but Susan's mom and dad are using this AMAZING natural supplement by FreeLife called Jule of the Orient.
After about 2 hours of listening to them talk about how bad Gene's circulation was until he started using this Jule stuff, I knew I wanted to try it. There is also some stuff called GoChi that I am trying next. I had some long chats with cousin Frank, who will be posting in my blog too with the more "techy shit" about the supplements because he is "Da Man: n knows all that I sure n the hell don't. But I decided to go ahead and list all my meds, what's all wrong with me, n start keeping track of the Jule. I'll be using more of the supplements soon, and the expirement is can these natural things REALLY help me get off some of these meds or at least cut back some, or most important to me, avoid this next surgery. I'll be having a doppler in about a month to see if my circulation is any better yet. I'm gonna be
blogging everything I take, how I'm doing, what's happening etc. So this should be a real interesting month to follow along,,lol. If nothing else I'm sure it will be colorful,,hahahaha. No in all honesty, for everyone that knows all I have been thru thesse last 5 years, y'all know I am hatin the thought of another surgery. Not like anyone says hey, I think I'll have surgery it's sooooooooo much fun, but I REALLY don't do well with surgeries anymore. But at the same time, ME drink and take all natural shit? Cmon, I haven't put anything really healthy in my body in years n years, nor do I believe in all these healthy remedies. Cousin Gene is more cynical than I am about the stuff, and he swears by it. It's working for him, so hey maybe,,,just maybe,,I'll be getting lucky,,,,
Tune in next time,,,same bat station, same bat time,,lmao
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