Thursday, March 12, 2009

He's a little bit country...and she will never be!

I used to think that I was a city girl trapped in a country girl’s body. I loved country music, I wore flannel, I wanted cowboy boots, I wanted to own a farm, I wanted to live on acres upon acres of land, drive a pick up truck…oh I thought I knew it all…then I started dating L and he took me to school, and dropped me off. These are the top ten reasons that I know I am not ever going to be able to be “countrified…” (in no particular order)

1. All I knew about beef jerky was that it looked like dried bark and tasted even worse…then he took me to the Beef Jerky Outlet Store …that’s right, there is actually a Beef Jerky OUTLET STORE!!

2. His mom and sister were talking about killing and plucking chickens, his sister started to ask me something about it and his mom interrupted to say, “Oh K, C is a CITY GIRL! She just knows what section in the grocery store to go buy frozen chicken!” And it’s so true...

3. When L tried to get me to buy a pair of hiking boots, I told him that they’d better the cutest boots in the store. I’m not wearing some ugly brown boot!! He said, “but my friends don’t care what is on your foot.” To which I replied, “yes, but I care about what’s on my foot.”

4. If you ever catch me in flannel, it will be because I’m dressing up for Halloween.

5. I used to want a farm, until a few weeks ago when I was driving through a snowy rain storm (you know the kind I mean!) and I saw cows outside…that’s when I realized that I would still have to get up at 5am to take care of the animals, even if it was snowy raining outside. And you know I’m not about to ruin my cute barn boots to shovel manure!

6. Over Thanksgiving I discovered the difficulty of wearing high heels and walking through the field to the horses…not a good idea…unless you enjoy manure caked onto your Steve Maddens…

7. My drink of choice was always something pretty and fun, a Cosmo, a Cranberry/Vodka…now my staple drink is light beer…

8. I will never leave my house without at least a little bit of makeup…just some foundation, bronzer, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara…never bare skin!!

9. I would love to go camping with L, but our views of camping differ a little. He pictures a tent with sleeping bags, and I picture a cabin with a bed, and running water for toilets, showers, and sinks. Preferably with a fridge and a dishwasher. Also, the cleaner the cabin, the better, no bugs for me!

10. Give me Von Maur’s for shopping, an Aveda Institute for hair and eyebrows, and Bobbi Brown for makeup…you won’t catch me going to the Mayberry Beauty Salon or Farm & Fleet!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My phone was going off all morning, but knowing that I was delinquent on a bill (possibly two) I was ignoring my phone. Plus, since I was at work, my phone had to stay in my purse on my desk. I got up to go to lunch and saw that I had four missed calls, three from the collections companies, and one from my mom. Then I saw that I had a text from my sister that said, "did you talk to mom yet?" Immediately my heart dropped into my stomach, my hands got clammy and shaky, and an eery feeling that something was terribly wrong took over my entire body.

I called my mom and she said, "now I don't want you to freak out," which of course, caused me to immediately freak out. Thanks mom. Love you, but hey, if you DON'T want me to do something, then don't tell me NOT to do that!! Have we learned nothing from my teenage years?? Anyways, she went on to say that my dad had some chest pain on Saturday and decided to stop by his doctors office to get it checked out on Monday. They did some bloodwork and scheduled another appointment for a follow up next week. But then on Tuesday he had more chest pain, and luckily, his doctor called him and said that they found some chemicals in his bloodwork that pointed to him having possibly had a small heart attack.

He went into the hospital today and had a heart catheterization, after which they would know if he should be on medicine, have a stent put in, or need bypass surgery. All day long I worried, and prayed, worried and prayed. I couldn't do anything to help him,I was just stuck at work! After hours of waiting, I learned that he had 95-99% blockage in his Left Anterior Descending (LAD) artery. The heart attacks he'd had weren't huge enough to cause any muscle damage to his heart, which was good. The doctors did angioplasty on him, which consisted of putting a balloon in his artery and then putting a stent over that to keep the plaque from sticking to his artery. He's got what's technically called Single Vessel Coronary Artery Disease, but with some Cardiac Rehab, a healthy diet, and some medicine to help maintain things, he will be just fine.

But I'll tell you what, that was the scariest call of my life. I was so terrified. I mean, that's my DAD! He's not supposed to get sick! He's supposed to be strong, my tower when I need strength, my fortress I need shelter. Instead, he's laying in a bed in a hospital room that he has to share with someone else. There are tubes coming out of his arm, he can't sit up to eat, he's so drugged up that he can barely hold onto his cup to drink water. I mean, this is not how my dad is supposed to be.

I know he'll be okay, but I'm still scared for him. So I keep remembering my verse from yesterday..."But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you." Psalm 39:7 My hope is in the Lord, and I know that He will heal my dad. And until he's 100% better, I'll just keep sending up prayers...