Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Self-Proclaimed Weenie + Surgery = Anxiety

Let me preface this topic by saying that I am a weenie. I get nervous to have my blood taken. I get weak in the knees and a little faint at the sight of needles. I have to cover my eyes on every hospital related show on TV when they show the blood and guts or I will gag. I am a HUGE chicken and am freaked out easily. I could NEVER be a nurse. I have come to grips with this. I say all of this to make an impact on the paragraphs below.

This Friday morning , I (Kristin) will be having a pilonidal cystectomy. I probably butchered the spelling of that. Basically, they are going in and cutting on my tailbone. It it outpatient surgery - the doc thinks it will take an hour or so. I've had this cyst for a few years now and knew that surgery was imminent. It's non-cancerous and holds no harm to my overall health other than the fact that it's painful and periodically gets infected. The doc is worried that I'll get pregnant over the course of the upcoming years and he says that being pregnant with this would be very bad. And ultimately everyone who has this must have it removed anyhow, so he says there's no time like the present. So, we're doing it.

When I went to see Dr. Matzelle, my surgeon, yesterday about it (only because it's hurting) I was totally not expecting to be having surgery this week. Collin and I both are a little surprised by it. But I think that the Lord did this on purpose...this doesn't allow me much time to worry!!

Pilonidal cysts hurt and are annoying at times and I am glad to be having it cut out. I am not however glad to be having surgery. I don't like hospitals or the smell of surgical gloves and I definitely do not like to be "put under". Everything about anesthesia makes me nervous. I always have a fear that I won't come out of it. I asked my surgeon if he could just deaden the area and he looked at me with a sweet smile and said, "You want to be put under for this." So, I am taking his word for it. Apparantly they have to cut pretty deep so I'm sure I will be very glad to have been out for the procedure. He says the recovery could be anywhere from 10 days to 1 month, so we'll see how it goes. We are praying for 10 days (or less), of course.

When Dr. Matzelle was doing my "pre-op" check up, he found a lump on my tongue that he insisted that I have checked out before we do the surgery. I was more nervous about that than about the surgery itself. I had an appointment with an ENT this morning who said that everything was fine and that the lump is a taste bud. Who knew! So if you ever find a lump on your tongue and determine in your mind that you have tongue cancer, relax and see a doctor because it could be a taste bud.

My dad actually had a pilonidal cyst removed about 20 years ago. His was a lot worse than mine and his recovery was more extensive. So, it makes me feel better to have him to talk me through this.

If you read this before Friday, October 26th, at 7:00 AM, you can say a prayer for me. I am trying to be brave and not act like a weenie. My mom is driving in on Thursday night and my mother-in-law will be at the hospital with Collin and my mom. Thanks in advance for the prayers. This weenie appreciates them :)

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Dave Ramsey is my hero

Shortly after we married, I read Dave Ramsey's The Total Money Makeover. Basically, it's a book about how to get out of debt and work your way to financial freedom. He speaks truth about the awful slippery slope that debt is and gives you realistic and applicable ways to get out of debt. I loved the book. If you haven't read it, read it. It can change your life. Dave Ramsey is a Christian and he has some really cool insights.

Our goal is to have no credit cards. I wrote a check yesterday to pay off credit card #2, which means we only have credit card #1 remaining. 1. That's it. It's a glorious number - 1. I feel more financially free already :)

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Book Recommendation

I started reading The Five Love Languages in college. I remember liking it, but I got busy and never finished it. It was one of my rommates books and when she got married and moved out, she took her book with her. So, last year Collin bought me the book for Christmas. It sat in our book shelf for almost a year before I picked it up. Isn't that sad?! Anyway- I have started reading it and I love it! It's so applicable and so so good. It offers such insight into how to love people better and I am getting so much out of it.

The five love languages are:

Words of Affirmation
Quality Time
Acts of Service
Physical Touch

It is especially applicable in my marriage, obviously, but that's not all. God is opening my eyes to all the ways that I should be expressing love and I am overwhelmed by the things that I sometimes do that might be hurtful to people without ever meaning to! Anyway, all that to say that the book is great and you should read it if you haven't. I've heard a rumor that there's a test in the back of the book to see what type of love language is your primary love language. I haven't peeked to see if it's true yet, but if it is I will be very excited! I think I already know what I am and what Collin is, so we'll see if I'm right!

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Construction Over - Praise Jesus!

As everyone in Texas knows, Houston is notorious for traffic (and terrible mean drivers that sue you if THEY hit YOU, but that's neither here nor there). We deal constantly with construction and backed up freeways. It's a way of life. I am used to the fact that it takes me 25 minutes to drive the 5 miles to my office. It takes Collin 1 hour to drive the 18 miles to his office. You get the picture. They have been doing construction on an intersection very near to our home for the last 2 years. We had gotten used to it. We drove around it, always talking about how glorious it will be someday when they finish it and it only takes us 10 minutes to get to the freeway. Then we would joke about how we'll probably move before that happens and will never get to use this fabulous new ramp that goes up over Hwy 90. WRONG. As we were driving down Hwy 6 on Friday night at about 10:00, we notice that we're approaching the new ramp they have been working on for what seems like an eternity. It's not making us get off. All of a sudden, we realize that our car is tilted upwards and that we are on the ramp! We are driving up over 90. There was no traffic. We were sailing along at the posted speed limit, maybe even a little over, but hey- we were excited. We squealed with giddiness - well, I squealed. Collin just laughed and smiled. It took us like 6 minutes to get to 59. This is HUGE. It made my whole weekend. I know that sounds sad and maybe you are thinking that I need to get out more, and maybe that's true, but regardless, this is exciting. I am almost excited to see how long it takes me to get to work in the morning. OK, maybe not that excited...