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Thoughts for a rainy day

Waking up on the first of many rain filled spring mornings it’s a little refreshing.

Sure, I’d rather the sun be shining but how else will the flowers grow & the grass stay green?

It can be all too easy to moan and groan on days like today. But instead of doing so I encourage you to make your own sunshine.

It’s quite simple to do actually.

Think on the sunny side.


Dance in the rain. Jump in a puddle. Fall asleep to the sound of it coming down.

No matter the day, the reason or season there is always something to celebrate. New life, a new day, a start of something new.


Don’t let yourself get caught up in the dreary, weary weather. Remind yourself that life IS in fact what you make of it. There are many things we complain about that we can control… So do me a favor & do something about it.

If you’re not happy with a situation, ask yourself what can be done about it. Make an effort to make that change. Some are easy, others not so much and others still we have no control over. But in any situation you have the CHOICE to decide how you’ll react & handle things.

Make the choice to focus on the positives. Take the chance to make a change otherwise you’ll be stuck. Look on the sunny side because there is ALWAYS one there… Even if you have to dig deep…



In need of a bubble… pronto.

I’ve decided it’s an absolute necessity that I investigate the possibility of acquiring a bubble. I seriously need to do some research.

Between unruly kidneys, pains, headaches… and my own 2 left feet; a protective bubble sounds all the more inviting.

I brought in the new year with a bang… kidney stones the size of boulders. Uretoroscopy, lithotripsy, a stent. A literal pain in the $#%&. ( well more like pain in the back and hoo hoo ūüėȬ† )¬† Since then I’ve had to do a couple of collections. ¬† Continue reading

Time warp

I really can’t explain it…

I don’t have a clue where all the time has gone.

It’s August.¬†

I think it was still spring the last time I posted….


I need to write. To catch you up. To empty my thoughts.  To straighten some things out.

Somehow all my time has been sucked up. So has my energy.¬† And some days I think my sanity. ūüėČ

That there is reason enough for my need to write.

So I will… just not right now.

Soon though, I promise.

For now, it’s time to let the storms take me to dreamland.¬†

Sweet dreams my friends.

As always,


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Turning Shades of Green

Green is absolutely one of my most favorite colors closely followed by blue…. pretty much always has been…

Actually I¬†should¬†clarify. ¬†I’ve always loved SHADES of blue and green.


The pretty earthy greens that have a tinge of brown to them and the lime-ish, ¬†sage-y greens that aren’t too pale or too robust… and the blues that I love are more of a blueish, teal-ish, aqua-ish nature to be exact.

My blue and green crackle glass

I’m not a huge fan of Christmas green or shamrock green… they’re a bit too bold for my liking. ¬†And forest green is much too dark for my taste.

Royal blue doesn’t float my boat. ¬†Neither does baby blue, unless of course it is paired with a dark brown. ¬†I actually really like navy blue when it’s paired with my favorite shades of green-ish, blueish, teal-ish colors.

My favorite place mats and table-cloth... Though they are never both on my table at the same time. ūüôā

Some say that there is a correlation between colors and your personality, but through what I have found online and seemingly unreliable online color test quizzes I would beg to differ… One quiz I took said my personality color was bright purple (ummmm, no…); another said red… which I do love, but can’t say that it’s my favorite…

Many times blues and greens can be associated with less than positive emotions such as envy, depression, sickness…¬†For me ¬†though, they are happy colors… colors that remind me of the coming of spring and the warm days of summer…

My summer quilt

So you can imagine how much I’m dreaming of blues and greens these days with the FREEZING temperatures that keep rocking back and forth between unseasonably warm days for January.


A couple of weeks ago though, I had a pretty bad run in with the color green.

Remember when I was home for nearly two weeks because of the dreaded kidney stones and surgery and what not?!

Ya, well… for those of you that know me well, I can’t be left to sit in my apartment for nearly two weeks without setting foot outside without going stir crazy… So, I decided to dye my hair. ¬†My very highlighted, overly blonde hair… with a box dye.

I was nervous about doing so, but thought I’d give it a shot in an effort to save a few bucks since I had been off work for some time. ¬†Good idea right????

So, I did some research… answering a series of questions on a well-known beauty products website. ¬†The premise was they ask questions, you answer and they would then recommend which specific color choice from their line ¬†would be the best match based on my natural color, degree of previously color-treated hair (all the shades of blonde taking over my ¬†head) and the overall health of my hair. ¬†Easy enough, right???

Went to the store (Illegally I might add… I technically wasn’t supposed to leave the house, but I was feeling quite a bit rebellious, I suppose. That and I did already have an appointment to get my hair cut later in the day. ūüėČ ¬†) and picked the shade recommended. ¬†After which I came directly home to proceed with application… mix, apply, set timer, rinse, dry…..

Hmmmmm…. ¬†maybe the lighting was off in my bathroom???

Hmmmmm….. maybe my eyes were a little wonky????

It seemed as though I saw a tinge of green… so, I looked in another mirror.

Shit, it looked worse.  GREAT.

Overall though, I decided it wasn’t THAT bad.

Until I walked into the hair salon for my hair cut.  Damn that lighting is awful.  My hair was CLEARLY shades of green.


Yes, I love green… I love shades of green… but shades of green¬†inadvertently rooting themselves on my head?! ¬†Ya, no.thank.you.

BUT, I decided I was just gonna have to deal with it… until the stylist comes over to start cutting… runs her fingers through and started giving me the lecture…

Ya, I messed up. ¬†I NEVER should have attempted to color over the blondeness that once occupied the top of my head. ¬†I CLEARLY should have left it up to the professionals… Trying to save a buck or two ended up costing me more in the end… Because, guess what?

Not only did I get a hair cut… I had my hair dyed… and I’m not longer blonde. ¬†Not even close. ¬†Not even by a smidge.

¬† I am now a brunette/redhead….

And, I really think I like it! ¬†It’s a nice change for the winter… It’s completely different that it’s been in years…

It’s kinda like a fresh start to the new year…

Thinking I’ll keep it for a while.

One thing I know for sure… while I love the color green, I can in fact say that I’d prefer not to see those shades of green ever again. ¬†ūüôā

Lesson Learned…

Happy Friday Friends!!!

Getting Back In the Swing Of Things

Home from work, comfy clothes on, dinner already in my tummy, cozy on the couch settling in to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

Happily taking only one pill tonight instead of 4 different pills daily, multiple times a day, as I had been doing for almost 2 weeks straight.

I went to the doctor’s office Tuesday and was overjoyed by the removal of the ridiculously awful stent…

I am very happy to announce that all is right in the world of my left kidney again now that sucker is outta there. You can rest easy my friends, I no longer wanna scream or cry when I pee. ūüôā I know, a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders now that you’ve gotten an update on my bathrooming habits. ¬†I promise to keep my mentioning of it here in the immediate future. ūüôā

With the beast removed, I was FINALLY able to go back to work after having missed more days than I wanted. I would be lying if I told you I was looking forward to going back. Having only been in this new position on my own for a week and a half prior to the stones rocking my world I was already behind… then after missing a week and a half… holy loads of work to be piled up just waiting for me.

The only consolation being that if I was able to return to work that would then mean I’d be feeling better. I was beyond ready to start feeling better.

So after the appointment, several self-motivating pep talks, good luck wishes from family & friends and some “bring me to my happy place” music, I headed on over to jump back in to work.

I wasn’t even halfway through the door when I got slammed…

… with big smiles and welcome backs… how are yous and hugs…

Before I was even able to drop off my purse, bag & coat at my desk, I was stopped & sidetracked over and over…

…not by issues or problems but by co-workers offering help, touching base on progress & inquiries of my well-being.

I was backed up and taken care of and helped and supported the whole time I was out… and that help has continued well into this week as I’m getting back into the swing of things.

It’s not been an easy week by any means … there have been hiccups along the way but my days were made all that much easier by the pitching in and support I’ve received from my co-workers.

After having only worked here for several months, I couldn’t have been made to feel more welcome than I was upon my return. I was made to feel like I belonged there even though my background doesn’t necessarily say that I do.

You know that saying “Everything happens for a reason” that I heard more times than I ever wanted to in the month after I lost my job? The one that made me want to punch something every time I heard it, even if I was the one repeating it to myself.


But I know deep down it is the truth… everything does happen for a reason. I am being challenged on a daily basis, learning scrupulous amounts of information and basically starting over… not many people get that opportunity. Plus, I now have pretty awesome insurance … something I didn’t have in the past. Everything happens for a reason… even if it’s not immediately apparent. ¬†Even if you have to go through a bunch of nonsensical crap you can’t even make heads or tails of. ¬†EVERYTHING does happen for a reason.

So there you have it… one more day left in this work week remains. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a long one and that’s just fine by me.

Health-wise I’ve got a few more bridges to cross… but for now, the immediate is remedied.

Thanks for your get-well wishes… you’ve helped me along the way…

Getting back to normal a little at a time…

I think it’s safe to say I’m working on getting back into the swing of things… Pretty darn happy to be doing so if I don’t say so myself.

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I got married!!!!

Do you Megan, take the, Heating Pad to be your lawfully wedded partner? In sickness & health, in good times and bad, for richer for poorer as long as you both shall live?

Well, at least for the last 10 days I’ve been married to my heating pad… and my couch… and DVD player… and pain pills…

I’m sorry you never got the invitation for this beauteous¬†occasion…. Please don’t hold it against me. ¬†You really didn’t miss much of a party at all. ūüôā

And guess what?! It’s been no honey moon….

The whirlwind romance nightmare began one Wednesday night about a week and a half ago when I was awoken by a sweet kiss on the cheek from the hot fella sharing my pillow   the stabbing pain in my side and lower back.

You know that nagging ex boyfriend that keeps popping back into your life at the most inopportune times? The one that you just can’t seem to get rid of and continues to cause you ridiculous amounts of pain? That what this visit was like except that the nagging pain was not that of an ex-boy friend & certainly not as celebratory as a wedding … it was none other than that of my arch nemesis and relentless visitors that have long wore out their welcome.

Kidney stones

These rocks and I are no strangers.¬† We’ve had a well-documented, torrid love affair hate-hate relationship for about a year now. And up until this point, I was the clear winner in not letting the pesky bastards knock me down.¬† I didn’t have insurance so I dealt with it the best I could, waiting it out and passing em through. Passed one at work, kept on working. Passed one in the morning, went to boyfriend’s house that night. I did all I could do. Ibuprofen, heating pad, and drink water, water and more water. Couldn’t go arunning to the doctors everytime I had em… so I sucked it up & dealt with it.

Until that Wednesday night a week and a half ago that is… there was no ignoring the hurting. Up all night unable to get comfortable. Little did I know that would begin my marriage to the Heating Pad for the next 10 days (and counting)…

No sleep was had… not a wink. I wouldn’t have complained had it been that non-existant hot guy sharing the pillow with me keeping me awake all night. Just sayin’…

By noon on Thursday afternoon I was hurting bad enough to go to MedExpress… x-rays & blood work and sent home with pain pills that ended up not even touching the pain. The x-ray showed two stones in my right kidney. ..hmmmmm, my pain was on the left side… Proving to be a rocky marriage from the get go.

By 11:00 PM Thursday night I could barely stand and started heaving into the porcelain throne for the next 3 hours… I then decided it was time to call in the reinforcements… the MOH MOM.

I didn’t wanna do it. I tried REALLY hard to wait until a more acceptable hour to put the call in to her but it just wasn’t getting any better.

You know it was damn bad when I decided it was time to go to the ER… boo!

After what seemed like the world’s longest 12 mile drive to the hospital we were greeted by the non-sparkly and less than cheerful lady at the check in window… the one who as I am hurling into the garbage can I had in tow is looking on annoyedly at the fact that she needed to get my personal info and I was clearly indisposed at that exact moment.

She was a true peach, let me tell ya.

Luckily though, the next bunch of peoples I interacted with through out my eternally brief stay at the hospital were far more pleasant and peachy.

Oh to be pricked and prodded while puking is a precious experience lemme tell ya… IV meds which didn’t work, CT scan, x-rays and blood work … more IV meds that didn’t work… sent home with pain pills that didn’t work.

The lil sister called with results of the CT & such. It seems as if my insides were in stating a rebellion on me at the ripe old age of 33 without even consulting me before hand.

The CT scan showed one 8mm stone on my left side… that was the beast that was kicking the crap outta me…Literally! ¬†Oh and remember above when I said the x-ray at MedExpress showed 2 stones on the right side? ¬†Guess what? ¬†It lied! ¬†There were in fact 2 stones in my right kidney. ¬†What it didn’t show, that the CT shed some light on was that there were 8 more stones in addition to the 2 seen in the x-ray. ¬†Yea, 11 freaking rocks in my body. ¬†PLUS a cyst on one of my ovaries and fibroids on my uterus. ¬†Yes, I know, I know, I am divulging a whole lotta information on you that some may find “inappropriate for sharing” in such a forum, but these sorts of things happen when you don’t go to get your stuff checked out regularly… I hadn’t gone to the doctor for more years that I care to admit because I did not have health insurance. ¬†Thankfully, now I do and everything will be covered…. My point is though, even if you don’t have insurance, get your butt to a clinic or something. ¬†It does your body no good to let things go… ¬†Get your butt to the doctors! ¬†Now! ¬†Don’t put it off. ¬†Sorry, for my digression…

back to the monster stone… Made an appointment at the urologist’s office for Tuesday because of the holiday. Happy Freakin’ New Year to me… It ROCKED. ¬†(Ha ha ha… I clearly crack myself up. ¬†Or maybe I’ve just cracked. ¬†The verdict is still out on that.) ¬† ¬†So this left me to hang in there with the pain until then… with pain pills that didn’t do a darn thing. ¬†Sooooooooo….. that left me with the Heating Pad. ¬†Fast forward through a coupla days of becoming one with my couch and said heating pad and pain pills…

I find myself at the urologist office on Tuesday having to pee in a cup on demand for at least the 4th time in as many days. ¬†I think I should have started charging for each cup filled… 100 bucks a pop. ¬†Then I’d at least have a good start on getting that MAC I want! ¬†The Physician’s Assistant proceeded to tell me just how big my rock was and that was going to be the focus of our meeting. ¬†Basically after blubbering about how much I was hurting and how crappy I’d felt for days, the wonderful urologist SQUEEZED me in for surgery that afternoon.

AGHHHHHHH!!!! Surgery?! ¬†Well…. technically some may not classify it as surgery due to the lack of any actual incision. ¬†BUT, I absolutely considered this surgery. ¬†I was being knocked out… I’ve never had any sort of anything done to me before besides IV’s for meds in the ER. ¬†No surgery for anything. ¬†I was a basket case.

Ureteroscopy, stone extraction, lithotripsy and placement of a stent.

I arrived at the hospital 2 hours early exactly as instructed thanks to the MOM. ¬†Immediately the “preparations” began. ¬†I had to sign papers, put one of those LOVELY hospital gowns on with the opening in the BACK (what is up with that?! ¬†Always the opening goes to the back… Fine, if you wanna look at my fat butt, go right ahead, you sicko! ūüėČ ), and those silly uni-foot slipper socks ( you know the ones that don’t have a designated front or back… super cool). ¬†And guess what, I had to pee in a cup again! ¬†Another $100 I coulda had towards the MAC…

Blood drawn, IV’s in and confirming my name and what surgery I was having about 150 times, the MOM came back to wait with me… Waiting… But as I was pricked and prodded and just wanting to get the show on the road, I was fortunate to have the comedic entertainment of a 70+ old man directly across the hall from me. ¬†He was apparently in to get a new battery as he stated about 151 times. ¬†At first I found him a bit entertaining… then my eyes got a surprise they were NOT expecting and still haven’t recovered from since. ¬†I just didn’t have words… except for asking mom to close the curtain to my “room” because I had seen and experienced enough… ¬†** Imagine… hospital gown… on 70+ old man… instructions to be completely naked underneath… his complete lack of modesty and laying SPREAD EAGLE on his bed… I think he knew exactly what he was doing… ¬†NOT what I wanted to see. ¬†Just sayin’**

People in and outta my room, introduced to me but I don’t remember who was who or what was what… As one was behind me and another in front rolling me on the hospital bed to the OR they tried making small talk. ¬†Asking about my job. ¬†Told them it was new. ¬†Asked about my old job. ¬†Told ’em what I used to do… Asked where it was… told ’em where it was… Asked about the people I used to work for… Told ’em to kiss my butt (well not really but pretty close to it)… REALLY?! ¬†Right before I go into surgery those people are the ABSOLUTE¬†LAST that I care to speak about, ever. ¬†let alone as I’m being wheeled in for surgery. ¬†THANK GOD, they gave me the stuff that was putting me to sleep right then and there or I may have flipped out. ¬†The last thing I remember was someone asking if it was ok for them to put my legs up in the stirrups… LADIES, you know how awesome that it. ¬†Thankfully though, I don’t even remember anything occurring. ¬†Were my legs up there? ¬†I dunno?

I woke up in recovery… all sorts of groggy and hurting… More pain meds… some water… and several hours later I was home.

I wish, I could tell you that I felt 100% better at that point. ¬†But, nope…. I cannot.

It seems that the stent that was put in could either be your best friend or your worst enemy… Guess which it has been for me?!? ¬†WORST ENEMY.

Hurts all the time. ¬†And when I hafta go “drain the hose” as you fellas call it… ¬†HOLY CRAP… I can’t even describe to you the pain the follows. ¬†Thank you for stabbing me in the back… no seriously, thank you. ¬†I enjoy tears running down my face and feeling like I’m gonna hurl every time I have to pee.

And since I’ve first started experiencing kidney stones, I’ve heard from many, many people that the pain associated with these rocks lodged inside of me is supposedly WAY worse than child labor. ¬†To that, I say, BRING ON THE KIDS. ¬†When the time comes, I’ll have not a problem in the world pushing ’em out. ¬†Score for me!

And sooooooo… over a week after this damn marriage to the heating pad started… not even a week after the surgery… I WANT A DIVORCE. Not from my heating pad… but my kidneys… or this stent… Happily knowing that on Tuesday, my wish will be granted… the stent will be gone! ¬†Woo Hoo!

As for my other issues such as the 10 other stones and cyst and¬†fibroid¬†and crappy¬†blood work… the ball will now be rolling on what is what and why it is. ¬†On the road to getting better, I am so very thankful for every second of every day that my heating pad hasn’t crapped out on me just yet.

For those of you that have shown and shared concern for me, I thank you… For the get well tweets, texts, phone calls, offers to run errands, Facebook messages and shout outs, I thank you and appreciate them more than you know.

It’s been a ROCKY road and ROCKY start to the new year, but here’s to hoping that 2012 can only get better from here, right?!

Much love to you in 2012 my friends…

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Five Question Friday 1.6.12

1. What is the weather like where you are and do you like it?
ummmmmm…. last time I checked it was January. ¬†Today the thermometer says it’s 50 degrees…. in southwestern PA… Just a few days ago it was in the teens and absolutely frigid.

Right now, the weather just needs to make up its mind. ¬†It should be cold this time of year. ¬†It should snow. ¬†But that is in the beauty of living in southwestern PA. ¬†You never know what the weather is going to be like… ¬†I do enjoy the change of seasons. ¬†I think if I lived anywhere else, I would truly miss the seasons of SW PA (as wonky as they are).

2.¬†When you’re sick what do you seek comfort from?
Ahhhhh…. This question is so appropriate! ¬†Wanna know why?! ¬†Because I suggested it to the powers that be at @5crookedhalos via twitter.
I’ve been feeling like crap for over a week now… (more about that soon). My must haves have been my heating pad. ¬†My couch. My DVD player and DVDs from friends and family.
My heating pad and I have been through a lot together. ¬†All sorts of aches and pains over the years… after my car accident… through bumps and bruises and now this latest venture. ¬†CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT. ¬†Praying it doesn’t fizzle out on me any time soon… it will be a sad day… a very sad day.

3. What do you need to do before the end of the month?
GET BETTER! ¬†That would be wonderful….
Actually, what I would like to do before the end of the month is to put away all my Christmas decorations. ¬†I just didn’t feel ’em this year, like normal. USUALLY they’d be left up until the middle or end of¬†February.
Having said that I am hoping to go through and get rid of stuff in my storage closet that I no longer need. ¬†I’m actually going to get rid of some of my teaching stuff… It will be an extremely hard thing for me to do, but it’s time. ūüôā

4. Have you ever served on a jury?
I don’t want to answer this question in fear of jinxing myself so I plead the 5th respectively.

5. If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?
Weird question… one that I’ve¬†actually¬†heard people ask. ¬†Some have even said they’ve been asked this question on an interview…
I don’t know. ¬†I’m allergic to cats and dogs… bunnies are adorable… ¬†Maybe a lion? ¬†Nah.
Ooooh… I know… A wild horse. ¬†Yes… that’s it. ¬†To be able to run free and wild along the shores or in fields. ¬†I think that’d be superb.
There ya have it my friends… my Five Question Friday post actually completed on a Friday! ¬†Your turn… link up!