Everything Happens for a Reason

We had our first real spring storm Sunday night.  It was awesome (check out my photos of the hail/rain by clicking on my Flickr badge).  It wasn’t a dangerous storm but there was hail, thunder, and lightning.  It’s funny to watch the cats’ reactions to the storm. Daisy hides until she is sure the thunder has passed.  She usually comes out about a half hour after the storms have passed.  Maisey runs to the window and watches the goings ons.  Chloe wants to be brave but if it gets really loud with the thunder, she gets nervous. She doesn’t want to hide but will come by either me or Bob and will whine her whiney meow until we comfort her.  Zoe is kind of between Maisey and Chloe.  She wants to be brave but is also still very kittenish in her fear of the new. 

Does everything happen for a reason?  Today I had a dentist appointment at 7am.  (I like to get it out of the way instead of worrying about it all day long.)  When I walked back to the room, the dental assistant asked my how me week was going.  I said, “Well, I am getting two fillings here today and having surgery tomorrow…I guess it’s going as well as can be expected.”  The dental assistant (Katy) asked about the surgery and since my dentist had not yet arrived, I told her what I was having done and why.  Then she told me her story.  Turns out she had the same procedure some years ago and they couldn’t take it all out because the endometriosis was wrapped around the back of her uterus and her rectum.  They made her go through 6 months of forced menopause in an effort to get rid of the endo tissue.  I must have balked at that because then Katy said in hind sight she is glad because she felt so much better afterward and ended up getting pregnant with her daughter.  Yay!  Then my dentist walked in.

I have to say that I really like my dentist.  I told him I wish he didn’t have to render my mouth immobile because I always have questions I want to ask about his family.  He and his wife have 8 children.  The two oldest are in college and the youngest is 1 or 2.  Today I managed to ask if any are multiples and he said no but that his mom had triplets and his wife’s mom had twins so it’s surprising that all 8 of their kids are singletons.  Then Katy said that there is a woman in her church that, at 55, had her very first pregnancy and delivered healthy natural twins.   I was incredulous and didn’t believe her at first but she insisted it’s true.  The woman and her husband were told they would never have children.  This woman thought she was suffering from a lingering flu and finally went to the doctor where she was then tested for pregnancy and found to be quite a ways along.  She is now 57 and her twins are healthy, active 2-year olds.  Crazy, huh?  She ended her story by saying, “It just goes to show that God’s timing is different from ours.” No truer words were ever spoken, however I hope I am younger than 55 when I have my first pregnancy.

Oh, speaking of multiples, I was watching the news last week and there is a couple here in the Twin Cities experiencing their first pregnancy and they are expecting sextuplets.  I can’t remember how far along they are, but when they interviewed the woman, she was noticeably pregnant.  They said infertility runs in her family so they were expecting to have to use medical technology to get pregnant.  Turns out she took some FSH drug and out of the 10 eggs that were released, 6 were fertilized and implanted. Gah!  That is my biggest fear about using medical technology to get pregnant.  We want a baby.  We do not want 6 at once.  This is where we really struggle with how far to take the medical intervention.

Anyhoodle, last night I was a cleaning machine.  I brought pizza home for dinner and then proceeded to clean cat boxes, bathrooms, and our kitchen.  I took out the garbage and vacuumed the carpets.  I do this before every surgical procedure no matter how minor. I guess because I’m afraid of either being laid up at home feeling crappy and being driven crazy by filth or not coming home at all and wanting it nice for Bob.  Tonight I am going to change the sheets and fold the laundry that Bob is doing today and then I will feel everything is set right.  Tomorrow I work from 8-12 and then have to be at the hospital by 1 and will be in the operation room by 2.  Pending any complications, I should be home by 5 or 5:30.  Don’t know what to expect at all.  Katy the dental assistant said she was up and around the evening after hers.  When I had my gallbladder out, I felt great the day off and the next day but felt like crap the following 2 or 3 days.  I will admit to being nervous.  I have a high pain tolerance so am not nervous about that, but I am hard to wake up after having anesthesia so that’s kind of iffy.  I am also wary of what they will find.  On one hand, what if they find nothing.  That means all this pain during my periods is not related to endometriosis at all.  On the other hand, what if they find…something.  At least I know if they find something, they will also be removing it at the same time.   So tomorrow at this time I will be nervously watching the clock, waiting for one o’clock to approach.

To take my mind off of the impending surgery, please leave a story in my comments.  Tell me a story about either why you do or don’t like to go to the dentist.  I will say that it’s not on my list of top things to do, but I really like my dentist so I don’t mind it either.