The Richmond's

What a week so far!

Monday was CRAZY! Work was "ok", got home to discover that we didn't have any mail. With construction going on our road is a "hot mess" as I like to say....you never know what road you can go down and what is open/closed because it changes constantly. Sometimes we can get in our drive without any problems and sometimes I have come home to find the drive blocked, parked a house or so down and walked to the house. Irritating, slightly, big deal? Not really, we expected it, knew it was going to be a rough time until December when the project is completed. BUT, when the whole thing started we were told that it WOULD NOT affect mail delivery. So, after 4 days of no mail I decided to call the post office and ask if I needed to come and get it because of the construction, they said that if the mail box is not easily accessible than they just keep the mail on the truck and try again the next day. I don't get that...but ok. So, I go down to the post office to get my mail and guess what? I can't get it because it is still on the truck. !?!?!??!?! Anger/irritation starting (and mind you the fact that I just finished up 10 days of being on a pretty good dose of Progeseterone doesn't help) and I tell the postoffice how I feel: Pretty much why should I be inconvenienced and have to come and get my mail when I didn't chose to have the road worked on, why can't they change their route to accomodate the construction. You would have thought I asked this guy for his first born child. In fact, he actually said to me "maam, the roads are blocked with construction equipment and everything else" DUH! I let him know he didn't need to tell me about the road blocks because I LIVE on the road but they still need to get the mail to me. It was almost a black out moment where my head just spun and I blasted. He told me I could fill out a hold card so I could come back the NEXT DAY and get my mail. Why should I have to fill out a hold card...and of course I am still flaming mad letting him know how I feel about the situation but I filled out the card and gave it to him stating I hope there is nothing time sensitive in the pile of mail as I stomp out. Really....I'm talking 3 year old moment temper tantrum. I know that I should have control over my temper but sometimes I just can't find the shut off button and my emotions get the best of me, and even though some say it isn't an excuse I do blame the medicine, I've been on it a couple times before and had that same reaction, and was dreading it when I was told I had to take it again. (And I'm sure as my mom is reading this she is thinking, she behaved just like her father would have, shoosh mom!) Ok, so moving on, now I am out in the van and notice that I had a text from Johnny saying where are you and call me. So, I call him only to find out that he is having battery problems and needs me to meet him at a gas station to give him a jump and follow him home to make sure he is going to make it. Yes, you can imagine my reaction....I certainly wasn't thrilled when I found out I had to go all the way back to the area of work to get him, and in rush hour traffic. AGGHHHH, ok, deep breaths, deep breath in, blow the temper out, lol. When we got to Johnny, gave him a jump, he forgot to make sure his car was in the right gear and it lurched a little bit and hit the van. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? It was plate to plate and of course it wasn't hard enough to do any damage but it was just another straw on the pile. So...I follow him back home, auto store tests his battery and finds out that its just the connections loose. WOOHOO! First good thing from the day! So back home we come and by that time it was almost 7 and the evening was shot.

Some other good news is that I got the chance to talk to my mom, they told her all her pre-op tests were good to go and that the infection may not be as bad as they originally thought. They wouldn't know for sure until they got in surgery but it would either be the tip of the tibia removed and waiting for the infection to clear before going back and replacing the knee or she could wake up with just the knee replacement. So prayers went into double time that it would be the 2nd option. Not to mention it was hope in a scary situation and Mom could get some good rest before surgery.

Than its Tuesday.....

Right off the bat I was irritated at work when I found a note left for me over something really stupid and I literally almost started crying. Ok, can we say hormones? Sometimes people at work are so stupid and nit picky, if everyone would just do their job would they have time to worry about how a book is arranged? Seriously. Yes, I did get calmed down from that episode but I really had to say a prayer for myself.

I was still mad about the whole mail thing, so I called the city to express my concerns and they confirmed that it was not acceptable for them to not get the mail to our house and I was given a number to a gentleman that is in charge of the project. After I vented my post office experience to him he explained to me that the post office is being a bunch of jerks, they have offered to meet them and discuss options but the post office rep doesn't show up and so its a battle with them also. He reassured me that he would help make sure that our mail was delivered that day but I had to explain to him that it was too late I had already filled out the hold card. So...after work it was another battle with the post office I walk in, not saying a word, handing my license to the same guy I exploded on the day before to get my mail. After he handed me my mail I let him know that I called the city and the project leader and was told that it wasn't acceptable for them not to deliver the mail. He pretty much told me that the city has nothing to do with the post office, so, in other words, "we are the post office and we can do whatever we want". AGGGHHHH!!!! So, another unpleasant experience, I told Johnny that night that I can't go there anymore and fight that fight, its not worth getting heated about and for some reason it just irritates the snot right out of me.

It's also surgery day for mom so I try to call and get some info on her, trying to figure out what time she went in and what time she would be in recovery and transporting to the floor. I called 5 minutes before they received her on the floor so I needed to call back. No biggie, they told me half hour but I know what it is like to get a new patient, have to get report, get them settled, orders clarified, etc etc so I waited almost an hour before calling. The nurse was being vague, which I can understand where she is coming from with the whole hippa thing so I just asked to be transferred to the room. Good news, the infection wasn't as bad as they originally thought, they scraped the tibia and put in a new knee. Praise! Thanks for all of your prayers, they were definetly answered and God's presence is being felt during this time. I did talk to mom today and now its a pain control issue, she is grateful that they didnt have to do what was originally discussed but said the pain was worse than the last time. Of course she's a trooper and says its ok because she would rather deal with the pain than the extensive surgery... so lets all pray about pain control and mending, Mom always bounces back fairly quick so I let's pray this time is no different.

Which brings us to today:

I handled work ok, a hospice nurse irritated me and I snapped at her about something, part of me feels bad but the other part of me really doesn't care. I know, the part of not caring is not good, I have to stay in focus of what is God thinking when He see's me behave that way? I'm sure he is shaking his head saying to himself, what am I going to do with this girl, she is a mess! My censor button really hasn't been working to great, time for me to spend some time in prayer to help me get through this. I often think to myself one day if I leave my current job and run into nurses I have snapped on I am going to be skinned alive!

Tomorrow is my ultrasound, I have to drink 32 ounces of water an hour before the appt so lets pray I don't pee my pants! LOL.

I'm sure my real Dad isn't too thrilled with me either, I forgot to wish him a Happy Birthday or Father's Day with everything that is going on. Oooppss...guess I will call at some point tomorrow, deal with the grief he is going to give me and say better late than never.

Johnny's job is still going great, another praise!

God IS good!

And, a pic of Maddie saying "na na na na na na!"


Stay tuned....
Love and Blessings!

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things -- and the things that are not -- to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.

1 Corinthians 1:27-29