Just so Y'all know...

Hi Y'all.

Seems like Sarah Beth has been the only one who has had words to post on the family blog. Since I'm home with the flu and today being the first day I have been able to think coherently for more than a few minutes at a time, I thought I would drop in.

Yes, I have the ole flu bug. It bit fast and hard. I went to work Tuesday afternoon not feeling myself. Didn't look too hot either by the observations given by co-workers. Nevertheless, I stayed the entire shift, but by the time I drove home, did the few things I needed to do like take out the garbage, laundry, dishes, etc. I was tired. Not bad tired or so I thought. Morgan came out after I got home. Guess it's a good thing his schedule is about as screwed up as mine. Otherwise, we'd never see each other. Regardless, we got caught up, ate a light supper, and then started catching up on all the 'net reading we had missed. Ok, he did most of the surfing. I was on the couch by then. Wrapped in a blanket, freezing, sneezing, hacking and coughing.

"You poor girl, you don't sound so good." Yeah? Well, I don't feel so good.

Next morning, I ached all over. Wanted to do nothing but lay on the couch, snooze, talk when talked to, pop a few Motrins every few hours to help ease the body aches and headache somewhat. The brief periods in between the pain were filled with the normal day to day things, like lunch, blogging and then dinner.

That lasted roughly 24 hrs before it laid me out completely. By the time Morgan had to leave Thursday morning, I was most miserable. Called the doctor who didn't have any appointments available, but you can come in after hours to the "First Come First Served Clinic". You know what that means? Yep, you sit till they call your name. Just what I want or need to do when all I'm wanting is to be in bed.

But I went.

Only had to sit for a brief one magazine read. Was called back to the exam room where the nurse takes all information, temperature, blood pressure. One more item to note, I was surprised at my weight. Who knew? Maybe being sick isn't such a bad thing after all.

The nurse leaves me curled up on the short little exam table awaiting the docs arrival. Even with me being so short, those tables were made for midgets. Finally the doc knocks and enters, asks the same questions the nurse had me answer just a few short minutes before. If I'm not mistaken, she even wrote my answers down. He checks my ears, throat, and nose. Listens to my lung sounds... Then proclaims in a wise doctor voice... "sounds like you have the flu, very contagious by the way. I suggest you take ibuprofen, chicken soup and lots of rest. Oh, no work till at least Monday."

Note to Shane Allen: YOU will have a better bedside manner when you become one of them, right? Please say yes, cause otherwise me and your momma will hunt you down like a rabid dog to make you change your ways. It takes compassion, caring and empathy for a good bedside manner. Qualities that I know you have in abundance. Just don't let them disappear on your way up. Got it??

Alrighty then. Sign me out, give me my work slip, prescription and Thank you very much. They take your money on your way out.

I stopped at the local Walgreens to get the Tamiflu prescription filled. Even picked up some juices. High tailed back to the house to bed. Popped the first of the twice a day pills. Drank some juice, made a few phone calls to the ones who cared enough to ask, then wrapped myself in a blanket, collapsed on the couch again.

You know what? I think my body was tired of all that laying in bed or on the couch, because sometime during the night, it was more comfortable to sleep on the floor. So I did.


There you have it folks, the details and description of that little bug called "the flu". Don't let him catch you unawares. His bite is definitely worse.

Reckon it's time for some chicken soup and another pill or two.



Much love from my house to yours...

No kisses cause I'm contagious, ya know?

More Bidness From Butler...

Hi Y'all!

Just thought I would let everyone know the latest...

Remember last week when I was talking about my screwy schedule? Well... the other morning at the end of my shift, my supervisor came in early. As I was telling her about the rough night that had been my night, she made the comment "I need to talk to you."

Ruh Roh! That's never a good thing, no?

Anyways, with the economy in the crapper like it is, Lafarge is looking at all kinds of ways to save money. Where do they start? Oh, can you say 'cut down on overtime and departmental cost'? Uhh, yeah. They just happened to start in the Quality Dept. Long story short, I'm being cut from the dept. as of January 01.

My question to her was..."Do I still have a job?" Her? "Yes."

Wheww! As long as I still have that, I'm blessed.

What I'll be doing is still up in the air. I can go back to Distribution or the production floor. Yuck! I'm getting too old for that physical stuff.

Then...

The Quality Manager called yesterday morning before I left for the day. "Would you be interested in doing some training of new hires and others?"

Well heck yeah! Then he went on to say "With all your experience, we don't want it to go to waste if you go back to distribution. There may even be some type of leadership role in the future." "But right now, it's still in the talking stage."

Sooo....

I need y'all to pray that they find the money to put me in that role. I'm hoping it will be a M-F 8hr/day job. Then I can be a normal person again! Oh lordy, I wouldn't know how to even start at being normal...

What say you? Can you? Better yet, Will you? Pray I mean.

See, I knew you would. I know I can count on y'all to do that for me. Cause you is the bestest!

Since I've slept most of my day away, I'll have the energy to actually get something done. Yes Momma, I'm gonna clean my house before everyone gets here next weekend.

Oh, by the way, the MRI on Makayla came back normal. Still no word on the EEG. Yup, Thank God!



Much love, hugs and kisses from my house to yours...

Bidness from Butler...

WooHoo! My little girl has talked me into writing bits and pieces on another blog. Momma is gonna be kicking her butt. Not like I spend enough of my time on this new fangled contraption as it is...

Course, it tis a family blog thingy. Y'all know what that means, don't ya? Oh, I do. I'm gonna warn you all right now. Dana Lynn is a powerful saleswomen. She will have you talked into posting on here before you can spit. Just sayin...

Which is as it should be. Not everyone in the family can pick up the phone to spend a few minutes catching up with the going ons in everyone else's life. Yeah, that'd be me. Work, blogging, babies, sleep...

Now, you all can peruse family news via the web. How twentieth century...

Sooo...

Here's the my little bit of bidness..

Last Wednesday, I got a call at work from Tonya. Her opening greeting was "Who in your family has seizures?"

Uhh, nobody that I know of..Why?

"I had to pick up Makayla from school, and now she's had another seizure. And we have to take her to the hospital for a head X-ray."

"Ok, call me when you know something."

So a few minutes later, I was telling my supervisor about the call, visibly upset. She told me to go on and leave. Thankfully the day tech hadn't left work yet, and was willing to stay and cover the rest of my shift.

Ya know, I've decided I really don't like hospitals. Got the head X-ray done, dropped off a urine sample. I leaned over to kiss her and guess what? Yeah, her fever was back up. Tonya decides since we are already there at the hospital, we'd just stop by the ER.

Alrighty then...

Needless to say, we are there for hours. And hours... The admitting nurse had to give her some Motrin for her 103.1 fever before we go back to the little cubicle. Another urine sample, a cat scan, and 2 doctors dropped by to chat and we sit. 6 hours later, the diagnosis is bladder infection, but since there were the fever induced seizures, call the neurologist the next day. Now I've just been informed that the scheduled visit on Wednesday is to include a MRI and EEG. Hopefully this will find nothing wrong other than she is prone to those little seizures when her fever spikes.

On to other news from my house... Work has slowed down considerably. Yup, never would have evisioned that especially since the housing market is in such a slump. So last week we are notified that our schedules are changing. No more work on Sundays thru the end of the year. No more overtime. Y'all know how screwy my schedule was, it's even worse now. No more 7 days off. Just 6. Even that is subject to change if someone has a vacation day, and I have to cover it. I have to take another day off during that same week. Sheesh!! Enough to drive you to drink...

Speaking of which, Am I hosting the sleep-over? It's fine with me. If you will, bring your pillows and blankets. I don't think I had enough last year for everyone. Not that my house is cold, but I don't want y'all to get a chill.

And now it's Thanksgiving. Did everyone get my little email? Ok, so maybe it was a tad bit long. I like to talk. Anyways, dinner will be served around 2pm on Saturday the 22nd. You all can bring side dishes besides the green beans and mashed taters that I will be making. We are having Ham and Turkey. I've gotten a few return emails detailing this...

Jennifer is bringing whole cranberry salad, and broccoli casserole. Jodi is bringing carrots or sweet taters, and a tossed salad. Sissy is wanting to make the dinner rolls. She sent Robin a email requesting he pick up the soft drinks, water and ice. Susan, haven't heard from you, but I sorta kinda thought maybe you would bring the dessert. Course I'm gonna be making those cow patties for you all to fight over. Momma hasn't said what she wants to bring. Neither has Beth or Kathi. But I'm sure we will have enough food to feed an Army.

Oh, one more thing, since I'm cooking, someone else will have to clean the kitchen... House rules, ya know?

You all can call me or drop me a email. Better yet, post it on here!!!! Tis easy as pie. Hope everyone is doing good. Can't wait to see you all...

Much love, hugs and kisses from my house to yours.

Nan'O