Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Happy Birthday to Charlotte

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
Wake my mommy up 3 times during a power outage and change my diaper with a flashlight if I want to.
Get up at 5:30am if I want to.
Throw all my breakfast on the floor if I want to.

Keeping up with tradition I'll have a Dear Charlotte letter up soon. Every time I try to get something accomplished this week, our power or internet goes out.

If you haven't read her birth story yet, check it out. It's my favorite post of all time.

Happy 1st birthday to my Baby Girl!!!

Monday, May 16, 2011

REI is a c-blocker

You know how obsessed I get about things right?

How I get a little nutty?

Example: THE TANK TOP. I think I wore it over 100 times two summers ago and now that I fit into it again, I can't wait to wear 101 times more but this damn snow is preventing me from setting a tank top record and that is, ummm, pissing me off?

Well, I also have a stroller obsession. A jogging stroller obsession. OBSESSION!

I recently sold my Baby Jogger. He is totally dating another woman. He went from me to her in like a day. Whore.

I sold him because I got my REI coupon in the mail.

Hi freak out excitement, nice to see you again! They have been promising me this coupon since December. I've been waiting a LONG time.

So I sell my double Baby Jogger because it's not quite keeping up with me on runs.

It's like pushing a small car but to its credit, that one jogger was not suppose to be an actual JOGGER. And it's a GREAT stroller but I need one that I can take for long runs.

So I'm getting back with BOB.
Image here.


Though I kinda want to date other men on the side. Well, if one doesn't cut it...you know, don't be a judger!

And when I went to get him, REI said my coupon wasn't good for another week. They totally cockblocked me!

I put all my hope into one man, BOB.

And he isn't with me.

I'm empty inside.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

REAL LIFE Mystery Diagnosis Part 2

If you are just tuning in, Ali, a friend of mine got super sick. No one could figure out what was wrong and doctors would prescribe a pill but not actually listen or care. I asked her to tell her story on my blog. Read part one here. Yes, many of you were correct, Ali has Lyme:


Finally in August 2005, my daughter Nikki (my hero) called me from the Turks and Caicos and told me about a disease I had never heard of, Lyme Disease. I didn’t remember ever being bit by a tick but when I went back in my journal, I found that I had gone camping just prior to getting married and just prior to the onslaught of symptoms. I had also been told it was a “spider bite.” I researched and found a doctor (Dr. M) who listened very carefully to all my symptoms and “clinically diagnosed” me with Lyme Disease. My Elisa came back negative, however my Erlichiosis and Bartonella came back positive. In fact, I was told my Bartonella titre was very high. Dr. M. told me that the Erlichiosis test indicates I was in fact bit by a tick. Thank goodness this doctor was able to begin treatment on me. While undergoing treatment (long term antibiotics) I began to slowly recover.

I went to see a new General Practitioner whom I asked if she would take me as a patient. I told her I had Lyme Disease. She agreed to take me but when I began to worry that Dr. M. would soon retire, I asked her if she would treat me. Her response was “Absolutely not.”

In the summer of 2007, I was bit by what I think actually was a spider in the garden. My hand immediately became swollen. The months following this my symptoms again began to explode. I went back to see Dr. M. and he suggested I get an MRI of my brain. I was experiencing horrible pain in my head where I thought my head was going to explode. I had a sharp pain in the top of my head one day and that night I could feel a bump. I had my husband look and he said I had clear fluid oozing from it. I was in a great deal of pain throughout my body. At this point, I was still working full-time. I lost my balance at work and fell against the classroom wall. Since it would take one year to get in for a regular MRI, my husband and I decided this was urgent and that we would be willing to pay for a private MRI. Dr. M. filled out a requisition for a private MRI.

Unfortunately, in Jan. 2008 Dr. M. was forced into retirement by the College due to treating Lyme Disease.

I went back to see my GP to refer me to a neurologist to read and interpret the MRI and to take me off work since I felt I could no longer endure the pain. When I got to the appointment (my mother came with me) my regular GP had a Locum in for her while she was on maternity leave. My nightmare got worse that day! As soon as I mentioned Lyme Disease, he would not listen to a word I was saying. He said there is no Lyme Disease. He said I was just depressed. I kept trying to tell him that I wasn’t depressed I was in a lot of pain. He finally banged out a letter on his computer and referred me to see a neurologist. My mother left the appointment in tears and couldn’t believe the way these doctors treated me. I knew I wasn’t depressed and I knew I had to find someone to believe in me. It was going to be a very long, and hard journey.

For months I began to relapse since I was refused treatment and my life once again became a horrendous journey. I went from doctor to doctor being told it was all in my head and that there is nothing wrong with me! They actually laughed in my face. I am an educated human being. Here in Canada the doctors only rely on the Elisa for diagnosis and refuse to do a western blot if the Elisa test is negative. Since my Elisa was again negative, doctors would not believe me, treat me, and were unbelievably unprofessional. In August 2008, my husband Gary whom feared he was going to lose me to this disease took me to the U.S. There I found a Lyme Literate MD who confirmed the diagnosis of Lyme Disease and began treatment for that and Bartonella, which is all out of pocket. He was appalled that the British Columbia medical system would allow me to become so ill and do absolutely nothing to find out what was making me so violently ill. It is now estimated that I have spent upwards of $100,000 out of pocket to get my life back just in the past 2.5 years.

Where am I now?

I’m doing pretty good with my Lyme Disease. I am now off antibiotics and taking natural microbials. Since going back to work full-time, unfortunately my thoracic problems have signifantly increased. Since my Thoracic Specialist and I now feel that I am strong enough, we are exploring the option of surgery. I have very little use of my right arm (dominant hand) and if I continue on this path there could become permanent nerve damage. I am really hoping within the next year, I will be able to have this repaired and that I make a full recovery. I have been explained all the positives and negatives of this surgery and I have chosen to proceed. My goal and my dream is to be able to hold my grandchildren. That, I would not be able to do today.

(Note from Holly: Hear that Nikki, your mommy wants BABIES. Get to it!)

My hero (my daughter) saved me from this disease. Nikki’s and Garry’s love was always unconditional even in my darkest days. My blog is called Healing Waters because I truly believe having the opportunity to spend time with Nikki and soaking in the beautiful turquoise waters allowed me the peace and tranquility I also needed to heal. I will be forever grateful to them both! I love them dearly!


What Parents Need to Know :

Please look at this website to see how to avoid tick bites, risks, prevention, and ways to remove a tick!

You need to ensure your child is protected against ticks and that you do a thorough tick check every time you come in from the great outdoors. That means every nook and cranny possible (between their toes, in private cavities, belly buttons, armpits, ears, behind their ears, throughout their hair). Ticks like to crawl to and feed in warm, moist areas of the body.

A tick can be the size of the period at the end of this sentence or a poppy seed. This is the nymph stage. Hard ticks are flat but as they feed they become like a raisin.

Ticks need to be removed ASAP. The sooner you remove the tick the less likely for disease to be transmitted to their host ie. your child, you, or your pet. If you are not comfortable removing the tick yourself, take immediately to a doctor to have it removed. KEEP THE TICK IN A LABELLED ZIPPERED BAG WITH THE DATE, WHERE ON THE BODY IT WAS REMOVED, AND PLACE THE HITCH-HIKER WAS MOST LIKELY PICKED UP! KEEP IN FREEZER IN CASE YOU NEED FOR PROOF DOWN THE ROAD!

Personally, I would insist on antibiotics for my child if the tick was attached (if the doctor refuses, ask him/her what they would do if this was their child)!

Tick removal tools would be a great addition to your first aide kit! You can purchase those probably at hiking stores or online. The one I keep with me is called Tick Twister.

Children can get Lyme Disease.

Mothers can pass on Lyme disease through the placenta to their unborn child.

Don’t ever think this can’t happen to your child! I am not a hiker and I only went camping that one time. So please, Stay Safe!


Helpful links:
www.canlyme.com
www.ilads.org
www.underourskin.com
http://www.lymedisease.org/
Just recently (end of March 2011), through the Freedom of Information Act, an individual was able to have a document released which is a report the government of BC did on Chronic Lyme Disease back in May 2010 by Dr. Schmidt. Please read this important document for all those who may one day suffer from this horrific disease. http://www.canlyme.com/Schmidt_2011.pdf

May is Lyme Disease Awareness Month so please educate yourself and others about this disease so you don’t ever have to take the journey I and many others have been on!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Boy-o


Check out that winter hat... worn in the middle of May. Yeah, it's snowing here now. Like REALLY snowing. I think I'm in Canada.

Monday, May 9, 2011

The REAL LIFE Mystery Diagnosis (A Guest Post)

It's not often that I have a guest post on here-actually I don't remember EVER having one on my blog but I thought this was important. I live up in the mountains where there are deer and elk and beautiful sunsets. With the good come the bad: mice, spiders, long winters and ticks. You all know how much mice FREAK ME OUT but ticks freak me out just as much and the other day I saw one in the house. The next week I emailed my friend Ali and asked her to write about her story on this blog. Ali is the mommy of my old roommate and good friend, Nikki. Ali is 49 years old from British Columbia, Canada. One day she got bit by a bug and her life has never been the same. This is her story...


I am a primary teacher (Kindergarten to grade 3) who had been teaching since 1990. My plans were to become a principal and I was in the process to do so but in August 2002, I made the biggest mistake of my life. We (Garry and I) went camping for about a week east of Lumby, BC and into the Monashee Mountains along Hwy. 6. On the way home from our camping trip, I could feel a bump on the back of my head which I thought was a pimple. I kept squeezing it but nothing would happen. When we arrived home, I left the following day for Calgary to see my mother. The first morning after I arrived, I awoke with my head/neck very swollen. I was unable to turn or move my head. My mother took me to a walk-in clinic where the doctor said, He thought it was a spider bite. I was not given any medication and sent on my way.

I returned home and then Garry and I went to Vegas to get married. We were there for 4 days. August 25 - 29, 2002. It was just a few days after arriving home from Vegas that we went to our local mall. This is where my first symptom began, tremors down my left arm.

Over the next few months, my symptoms continued to multiply: swollen fingers, the outsides of my hands were sore like they had been pounding on a desk and they appeared blue, my words became mixed up, could no longer comprehend what I was reading, difficulty with problem solving, decision making, word retrieval, I could not hold my arms up to write on the blackboard, my knees became footballs, my elbows got swollen and red hot to touch. My feet felt like someone had taken baseball bats to them. My hands at times felt like every bone had been broken. The pain and swelling moved all around my body. I went back and forth to my General Practitioner who not once looked at my hands or any of my complaints. She said there was a “new type of arthritis that tends to move around the body” and kept telling me “just take ibuprofin.”

This continued for weeks, to months, to years. I insisted on seeing a Rheumatologist who said I might have Rheumatoid Arthritis then changed the diagnosis to Psoriatic Arthritis. I was prescribed the 2 drugs that were taken off the market due to side effects (Celebrex and Bextra) and Plaquenile. I was also referred to a Thoracic Specialist because I complained of being totally numb and paralyzed in my sleep. I was unable to turn over without the help of my husband rolling me over. I was diagnosed by the Thoracic Specialist after having a cat scan of my thoracic, that I have an extra rib on each side which is causing the nerve bundle to be pinched (Thoracic Outlet Syndrome) but by February of 2005, I could no longer get out of bed without the assistance of my husband.


Other symptoms I experienced:
-Excruciating headaches
-Extreme sensitivities to smells (Perfumes, colognes, cut grass, flowers, certain foods cooking, cleansers of any sort, smoke. It became so bad that I was unable to go into a public places ie: theatre, restaurants, box stores and parks.)
-dizziness
-Vertigo
-Tinnitus
-Facial twitching from corner of my eye down my cheek
-Hearing disappears in one ear for several seconds then high pitched ring. This continues to happen.
-One side of my head becoming numb like it had been frozen. This lasts for only a few seconds then it is gone and re-appears.
-Cold to the bone.
-Muscle spasms in places you would never dream of. (This has become less frequent with the use of Magnesium but I still get them once in a while).
-Fatigue
-When put on the spot to speak, it was like a steel door came crashing down to stop my thought processes and when I would speak, my words came out scrambled like when you would play that game where the letters were all mixed up and you had to make a word out of them. Only this wasn’t a game to me....it was/is very frightening.
-Poor sleep
-Weakness (In the beginning, I was unable to raise a cup of coffee to my mouth).
-Frustration From being able to be a good tennis player to not being able to enjoy any recreation. At my worst, I would barely make it from the car into the mall where I would then have to sit and rest before going any further. What would take a normal person 10 minutes to walk around our mall, would become at least an hour for me. The walking has improved significantly since I have had treatment even trying on clothes would bring on horrible fatigue and shopping in any sense would exasperate my thoracic area. Housework became a nightmare, as did the ability to cook. Some days my neck was too weak to hold up my head.

My life came to a screeching halt. The Thoracic Specialist took me off work February, March, April 2005, and then finished that school year (May and June 1/2 days). When I went to make an appointment with the Rheumatologist, I was told I would have to go back and see my General Practitioner. I was so frustrated that nobody (doctors) seem to care what I was going through. They were not investigating to see what was causing all my symptoms. I would leave my GP’s office crying because nothing would be done. I remember telling my husband in the car that day, “Don’t ever bring me back to the doctor, even if I am dying.” To this day I won’t go to the hospital. They will have to take me out in a cardboard box.


Part two will be up later this week.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Like that game Mouse Trap except not as fun...

I had one fabulous day in college that beat out all other days. This day was like MY day, it was Holly is about to get so dang lucky day...and it had NOTHING to do with sex, get your mind out of the GUTTAH, geeze!

Back to how lucky I was and I believe I told this story before but I'll tell it again, quickly.

I walked into class. Everyone was studying. No one wanted to hear about my weekend. What was up their butts? I chatted anyway. They ignored me anyway.

Like, seriously?!

Finally one person looked up and asked if I was finished with my paper and ready for the final.

"Almost finished and have another week to study, sooo, yeah baby!"

But I didn't have another week to study, the big day was THAT DAY and I had it down wrong on my calendar. The paper and final was going to be the majority of our grade and I was unprepared. No paper. Not ready for the test.

I was going to fail.

And just when the class was about to begin, the fire alarm went off for the fist time in the four years I was at that college.

And it didn't turn off.

Class was canceled. I came prepared the next week.

Thank you baby Jesus in a cradle!

This weekend I might not BE so lucky. I'm afraid all my luck may have been used that day in college.

Remember my Mother's Day last year? (Click it, totally worth the read.)

It was the first day I saw a mouse... EVER.

We have been mouse free for MONTHS and I woke up this morning to a critter in a trap.

(Yeah, we still hide traps cause I'm a freak like that. No mouse WILL escape my wrath!)

Excuse me while I breathe in and out of a paper bag.

Okay, done.

I have a feeling this Sunday might mirror that one Sunday last year.

Give me strength.

Do you have a holiday from Hell? Do tell. Do tell.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Cinco de Sicko

The kids have been sick for the last ten days or more. It's like they got hit with two very different illnesses back to back.

Poor things.

I'm hoping I don't get anything and if I do that my husband recognizes margaritas are just as effective as cough syrup.

Because being sick will not stop me from my favorite drink on Margarita Day. I can call it "Margarita Day" right?


Peace, love and salted rims,

Me.