It's 10:04 a.m. - and I left the E.R. at 2 a.m. this morning. 

I went to dinner last night with a group of triplet mothers.  We try and get together once a month and do a meet and greet.  We chat about everything under the sun, but mostly I think I go because it's good to be around people who know how totally "unnormal" my life is.

About halfway into the dinner I thought I was catching a buzz from the 3oz beer that I had tried.  I bit unusual since I'm not a lightweight but non the less, plausable since I don't drink beer that often.

Towards the end of the dinner, I knew there was something wrong.  I didn't know if I was having some sort of blood pressure issue, but clearly my surroundings were becoming unbalanced.

I didn't want to scare anyone, what if this was nothing more than my annual bout of vertigo?  As everyone filed out the door and said their goodbye's, I opted to wait to be last to leave.  I used the table to hold onto while I rose from the table, thinking "Good, good - everything is good, I haven't passed out".  I managed to stand and talk in one spot to a couple of friends who were lingering.  I was doing great! See, nothing to worry about!  As I walked to my car, everything was not good.  It was everything I could do to get there, and once I did I knew I couldn't drive. 

I called home twice, but Jim didn't hear the phone.  What next? What next?  Call the neighbor! Shit, no answer!  Call the other neighbor!! "Please can you send Jack home?  I don't feel well and I can't get in contact with Jim."  Steph assured me that she would send Jack home.  Ok, now Jim's calling me back.  He's been urging me for days to go to the doctor regarding my level of stress.  Jim is on his way to get me, yippee.  However, the 5 minute drive to where I was took 30 minutes because Jack and his friend took their sweet time walking home.

Jim took me to Sharp Memorial hospital where I arrived around 9:15-ish.  Apparently (no joke according to my doctor), this was the bussiest day they have had in the three years since the doctor had worked there.  I got in and had my b/p taken whiche wasn't stroke high but was 160/93.  An EKG-CAT scan - and sugar test were all performed.

As it turns out, everything looked normal except for one thing.  Everything was STILL spinning.  I explained to the doctor that I have a history of vertigo and that, although I didn't think this was it, I couldn't be sure.  He did a test with some light on my eyes and promptly told me that I actually had all of the tell tale signs of vertigo.  My right eye (which is indicative of the sign) was twitching (unbeknownst to me).  He told me that we prescribe some valium, which apparently is the new thing for sleeping with vertigo.  There were also some exercises that I was not aware of that could be done as well.

Jim took the day off of work today, and I don't think he's too happy about it because he got less sleep than me.  However, I think that I can attest to seeing days like this while he was gone.  Just sucks that it has to be this way.

I'm going to go and call the doctor right now to talk about the possibility of Ménière's disease.  Look it up on Wikipedia.  Very interesting stuff.

Peace

What an incredibly long day. Three babies and no nappers.  How can that be you ask?  Murphy's law of course. 

I have an extreme pain down the left side of my neck and arm.  Heart attack? Well, I am female and 40.  A laundry list of extreme dieting and overeating.  A history of high blood pressure.  Not trying to freak anyone out.  Just laying down the facts.

I made laundry soap today.  It was so simple, I can't believe that I have wasted money on store brand soap for all of these years.  I am very excited to try it! We always have an abundance of laundry so tomorrow should be my test date.

What I am really doing is avoiding talking about Hope.  She is the painful nerve running down my neck.  I wish to God that she get's the help that she needs.  Desperately and fast.  I wish she would wake up from her deep drug induced slumber and see that she is on the edge of life right now and there is no netting below to catch her.  She is about to take herself out of the gene pool.  Her life is worth so much more than she will ever know if she leaves like this.  I love her with all of my heart and soul but feel at this time, for the right reasons, I can no longer triangulate.

Peace.

I did it.

I did it.  I killed my facebook last week.  It was easy and I have no regrets.  I have been consumed for some time with FB and in all reality it was just slowing me down.  Not to mention, all it seems to do is gather information about me and then try to sell me products in the side bar.  The relationships are unreal (just my opinion) in most cases and therefor I am unable to foster any relationships with FB friends outside of FB.

Now I am blogging.  I hope that I have plenty of time for these shanningans, considering I have triplets + two older children that I care for.  Actually just one older one to care for, the eldest no longer lives at home and has been a major source of distress lately.  Gawd help us all. 

This morning I changed Hope's phone number and disable the new number from her phone.  I am tired of her psycho drama and feeling totally used and spit out be her.  I know it's now the Christian thing to do, and I am almost scared that I will end up moving out of town leaving her no forwarding address.

Did I mention that I got five loads of laundry done yesterday?  I cleaned out the trio's closet and we actually came home to eat lunch after church instead of eating out?  I am so sick of the $1 menu, it makes me ill.