Archive | January, 2012

Cole Balboa II

27 Jan

A hard week!

Cole’s gushers did not stop as they should have.  And as a result we ended up having to take him to the ER Tuesday night where the ophthalmologist met us.  The doctor pressure patched the worst offender, Cole’s best eye for vision, and I removed the patch this morning.  So far so good…no geysers today!  On top of that stressful scenario, I continue to suffer with a migraine, which is why I haven’t been able to write my promised post.  The doctor told me I suffer from “emotional stress”.

…you think?

I will continue at another time.  Your prayers for Cole and I are most welcome!

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Cole Balboa

24 Jan

News, news, and more news.

Of course, after posting my phenomena of not having a headache with the last rain, I awoke with symptoms of a headache on Friday morning…the morning of Cole’s surgery day.  And lo, it turned into a full blown migraine…while Cole was under the knife.  I will write a second posting, after this one, titled, “Betty Cranker the marriage killer”, you’re sure to enjoy it, or unsubscribe to my blog–one or the other.  Turns out it did rain the next day, Saturday…my internal barometer is back at work.  Bummer!

The name of the surgery is so long I can hardly remember any names from it.  I will pause and see if I can find it online, hold please…ok forget it, too many plastic surgeons in our area…I can’t find the name of the surgery.  Well anyway, when I was called back to see my son, I turned the corner of the room and came upon his post-op bed only to find a prize fighter, with two very swollen eyes, red and black and blue, with tears of blood slowly creeping their way down his cheek.  Cole Bent turned Cole Balboa!  Apparently all went well and what I was witnessing was normal.

Now funny thing is, Cole has a tattoo on his forearm of a rendition of Jesus crying tears of blood, so all I could say, upon seeing the red tears under his eyes was, “hey Cole–you look like Jesus.”  And of course he had to come back with some dry “Cole style” comment even while still being under the influence of the sedative.  Funny kid!

Well all has been going well over the weekend.  We have been putting in his antibiotic cream, applying cool compresses, and not messing with the area near the eyes, even though I desperately wanted to clean the dry blood in and around the eyes.  But tonight…tonight…tonight…

AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, tonight.  Tonight I was in the kitchen making dinner when all of a sudden Cole appears and says, “Um mom, my eye is bleeding.”  I turned from the stove to see my son standing at the counter with a red stream of blood pouring from his eye, like a perfect red line was drawn down his cheek onto his chest and down to the floor.  At that moment our household moved to “DEFCON 1”.  Esther took over at the stove, I attended to Cole, his eye, and getting the UCI doctor on the phone, Brian attended to cleaning the blood off the carpet and floor all the while doing his best to gather the supplies I was calling out for him to get (why is it when there is an emergency involving blood, not a clean rag, tissue or cloth is anywhere to be found? …baffling I tell you!).  The good news brought forth from the telephone is that at about day 3, it is “normal” to have a blood vessel “erupt” because during surgery they had to cut a few of them and subsequently seal them via cauterization.  So the good doctor said that all was well as long as the bleeding stopped within five minutes…which it did.  Whew, back to DEFCON 4…we haven’t hit 5 since Cole’s surgery.  And in all honesty, I don’t know if we will ever go back to that place of rest.  Though one can hope, and hope I am full of!

Now I just paused writing for about 40 minutes because Cole needed me to help get him settled for the night.  And lo and behold, just to set our evening down with a cherry on top, the other eye sprung a leak.  It too settled itself before the 5 minute marker…yuck!  Now how is that for a bedtime story?  Speaking of stories, after things had settled down some Esther, my lovely teenaged daughter, announced, “I don’t ever have to see a horror movie…I live it here!”  And you know something? She is right.  AND, she is currently cuddled next to me and in between her dad and I.

I will close at this good point.

Cole's after surgery look

 

Pinterest

20 Jan

For those of you who are aware of the website “Pinterest.com”, I alert you to the fact I only utlitized its name for my title because of its homophonic characterists.  This posting is an update for those intersted in how our acupuncture treatments are going (or pinnings).

Regarding my personal migraine relief, I can tell you that in the past, I have been like clockwork when it comes to getting a headache with a new rain.  So when we had two days of rain this past weekend and pain in my head was not mine, I was pretty excited.  Of course I cannot tell you that the change is directly related to the acupuncture treatments.  But what else am I doing differently to encourage such a change?  Absolutely nothing.  And yesterday when I had a treatment, I fell into such a deep and relaxed state that it unnerved me somewhat because while in it, I found myself writing lyrics to a song.  I woke myself up quickly and reminded myself to mellow out and just relax!  Besides, I don’t write songs…that’s Brian’s arena and it’s not one I’m interested in stepping into.  It just felt wierd, but good at the same time.

I tell you, I am still amazed I can relax when laying in one position with needles positioned in various locations on my body (from head to toe).

Well tomorrow, as promised, my son is going to have surgery to lift his lower eyelids so as to cover more surface area of the eye ball.  I’m imagining him to come out of surgery looking something like Kenny Rodgers (now-a-days) meets Jackie Chan.  If I new how to use Photoshop I would present a photo for us all to gawk at.  But alas, I don’t know how to make it happen.  And besides, Cole just might karate chop me or sing me Islands In the Stream as punishment should I dare conjure up a rendition.

Whew, I’m getting out of control, I had better get going…….”know when to hold ’em and know when to fold ’em”.  HIIIIII-YA!!

 

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