Too little too late, I think, as Elaine has already posted most of our happenings for April. It was quite the busy month.

Easter was an adventure with Ian. He returned to church, but told us a week or two before that while we were at church on Easter that he would be thinking about his eggs at home (we had just stated during family home evening that we should think about Jesus during Easter and the wonderful sacrifice that he performed for us). I like to think that Ian got it, but mostly I'm convinced that it was all about the candy for him.

Like I wrote in a previous post, we saw the Braves play six innings of baseball, but left early to avoid freezing the remainder of our tushes off.

Ian continues to do very well with his recovery. Livy keeps growing like a weed. Elaine does a great job keeping up with both, and I just try not to get in the way of any of the three.

I'm approaching my first goal with my exercise efforts. I may not reach the goal I had in mind, but I've made significant progress. I'm down about 15 pounds at this point and my weight has dropped below 240 lbs for the first time in over four years, though I'm still hoping to reach my goal of 230 by May 9 (that's a lot of weight in a short amount of time). I'm pretty happy with the habit development both on the exercise front as well as the eating battle. I've been able to shift my food intake to less and overall healthier. Naturally, I do cheat every so often. I'd go nuts without the occasional chocolate bar, and I still crave Troy's Philly Cheesesteaks (haven't found a comparable one here in Chucktown yet). I have not allowed myself to return to non-diet soda, since I'm fairly sure I would have a hard time giving it back up. This is my hardest challenge, to be truthful, since I LOVE Mountain Dew's Livewire and Voltage flavors.

Why, as humans, is it so hard to overcome the psychological aspects of some things (see: Mt. Dew Livewire)?

Well, we had another trip to Atlanta this past week. It was good, I think, except for the trip to and from and everything in between those driving periods. No, just kidding. CHOA partners some with the Braves (or vice versa), and the Braves provide tickets to the game, dinner, and pictures with some of the players. It was fun. We got the stadium around 4 or so, walked around outside (see Elaine's blog or Facebook page), and then got out of the wind for a while before heading into the stadium around 5:20. Dinner was a ballpark dinner, which was fine. Two players, Matt Diaz and Blaine Boyer, came up. Ian did pictures with Diaz, but wasn't interested in Boyer (really wasn't interested in Diaz, but we convinced him to go ahead). Chipper was busy getting ready for the game, we suspect. :) The wind blowing across the stadium was sharp and quite chilly, so we got cold pretty fast. Livy didn't make it to the first inning and she was ready to go, so Elaine and Livy left for the car to wait on Elaine's sister to come get them. Ian and I got a blanket from the car, courtesy of Elaine, and made it a bit longer. We got some cotton candy for Ian around the end of the 4th, and he said that was worth staying for. But he got cold trying to eat it, so around the end of the 6th inning we called it quits and headed for the car. We stopped at the restroom (that's an important detail for everyone, isn't it?) and finally cleared the stadium around the 7th inning stretch. Ian is interested in doing it again next year, I think.

The visit at the hospital went well. They are pleased with how Ian is doing, and we got some tips for dealing with 'Evil Ian'. He gets pretty bad at times in terms of sassing and poppin' off. Some of his meds contribute to that. He has done well the last few days, especially.

The drive home was pretty rough. Livy cried...no, Livy screamed a lot. Elaine climbed into the back seat between the two car seats in the Corolla and sat back there. She has a nice bruise to show for it. The Corolla is officially done taking all of us places. Its just too dang small. We also determined that Livy is done travelling to Atlanta for a bit. Six hours in a car seat is not fun for her, and therefore not fun for us either.

I have not blogged much on my weight loss efforts much, but I'm pretty pleased overall. Since February, I've dropped close to 15 pounds, so I'm down from around 255 to around 240. I still have a ways to go, but I credit the Wii Fit for most of the progress. Not only does it help me to exercise, but now whenever I even think about eating something, I have to also consider what it is going to do to those scales later. Thus, my eating and drinking habits have changed considerably. I eat better and less, and soda is pretty much an unthinkable now. I do love the Vitamin Water, though, especially the Energy flavor. I'm not too certain that the weight loss is visible yet, but I feel better, which helps with the motivation to keep going.

Not much else for now...

So it has been a while, again, since my last post. That should be an indicator to all that things with Ian are going well.

He and I went to Atlanta for a follow-up last week, and it was good. We got into Atlanta late Tuesday night and stayed in a hotel. It was kind of fun to get out with just Ian and go, but we also missed Elaine and Livy (though even a king-size bed would have been crowded with that many people). Ian is now on a month schedule, meaning he needs to return to Atlanta only once a month. He's doing fantastic!

Until today. We're in the car out running errands, all of us, when Ian tells us his nose hurts. We look, and sure enough, his nose is running like the New River after a heavy rainstorm. As we start to probe, he readily admits to us that he has shoved a raisin up his nose. Great. Just what we needed. We get home, and we try to get it out any way we can. He blows his nose. We use a bulb syringe (aka snot sucker), all to no avail. We cannot even see the thing, but Ian is insistent that its in there. We call his doctor, and they tell us to find either a nearby urgent care place or go to the emergency room. It is already 7:00 PM, mind you, and this is certainly not how I had planned to spend my Saturday evening.

Off to the ER we go, Ian and I. We get there, get checked in, and in just a couple minutes, we are taken back to a room. Ian and I dig into some snacks that Elaine sent with us. Soon after, in comes the physician's assistant (PA). She cannot see it either, but she explains what we're going to try after Ian unsuccessfully tries to blow it out again (he's quite good at blowing his nose, btw). So, we get in position (an orderly or nurse comes in to help), and she holds his left nostril closed (the raisin is in his right nostril), and I basically give him a puff of air through his mouth ala mouth-to-mouth. I failed to anticipate the mess that would come out of his nose. My left cheek is now coated in Ian's snot. All I can do is start laughing so I don't throw up. The raisin did not come out (WTF!!!?? (where F=Freak)). The PA is laughing with me (probably so she doesn't throw up). She looks, and she still cannot see the raisin. Out she goes to consult the doctor. I console Ian, because he sure didn't like me blowing all that air into his mouth and is now crying rather fiercely. I sign some papers so that our visit can get filed with insurance.

Soon, here comes the doctor and the PA. They ask me if I'm sure he shoved a raisin into his nose. I assure them that Ian would not lie to me about this, since our idea of fun does not include a trip to the ER. I get a skeptical look, but they look amused, too. The doctor cannot see the raisin. We agree to try the puff of air again. Yours truly is again the puffer/billows. This time, at least I'm ready for the snot-blow that is going to hit my face, but this time they tell me we're going to do both nostrils. They close the left nostril. I puff and catch it all on my cheek again. No raisin. They ask if I want to wipe off. I don't see much point in this since we are going to do it again. They close the right nostril. I puff. Same amount of snot comes out of that nostril, again, coating my cheek. Still no raisin. They don't believe me at this point that its still in there because they still cannot see it. I handle a volley of questions, including about his runny nose. Now, Ian has had a cold for a bit, so there was some runniness there already, but since the raisin has gone in, the flow has increased greatly, and he says it hurts. I do not doubt my son.

The doctor determines to refer it to the ENT and we can go on Monday to see them. Fine, whatever, as I finally have a chance to wipe off my face. I use soap and water. Ian's face needs wiped, so I wipe it and have him blow his nose one more time. He really lets the nose-blow fly, and something hits me in the chest, and rolls down my shirt. There's that blasted raisin! I call the doctor back in (they were still walking away consulting). They come in to make sure he got it all, and sure enough it is a whole raisin. I'll post pics on Facebook tomorrow. Of the raisin, not me with snot on my face. There are no pics of that, thank goodness. I asked for a jar to keep the raisin.

Three and a half weeks home now. I had not intended to have this much time between posts, but its been a busy time.

Elaine, Ian, and Livy went back to Atlanta a week after they got back to go to clinic, and Ian has had his Prograf adjusted back up a bit. He is doing well, however, and we just found out yesterday that he is now once a week for labs. His next clinic visit will be February 25. We are planning, right now, to have his PICC line pulled at that time and he'll just get poked once a week after that. He's a champ at doing that, so it shouldn't be a problem.

We got a Wii for Christmas, and I've been using the Wii Fit for the last week. I've had the weigh fluctuate a bit, but overall its down nearly two pounds. I won't call it a trend yet, but at least it is promising to see signs of potential progress. I overdid it a bit last night, so the next few days will have to be a bit lighter, but I should be okay again after that.

Work is good. I've assumed some of the Environmental, Health, and Safety duties for our site. My boss still intends for it to be temporary, but we'll have to see how things play out with the economy being as bad as it is and no real signs that it is going to turn.

That leads me to my next rant. Why in the world would Congress pass a bill in the name of economic stimulus that has so little to do with economic stimulus? There are so many things in there that have little to do with creating jobs or kickstarting the economy. We have history to learn from. When you put in socialist programs, like they tried under Franklin Delano Roosevelt with the New Deal, it does not work. FDR's own Treasury Secretary went on record saying it didn't work. It is also not temporary. We are still dealing with Social Security, and it has been morphed into something it was never intended to be. Under Reagan, taxes were cut and defense spending increased. The economy turned, and it did it rather quickly considering where it had been under the Carter administration. Now, Obama comes in, using the same fear tactics he criticized George W. Bush for, in order to pass some of the most socialist legislation ever in the name of economic stimulus. Now, if it works, I'll certainly admit, on here, that I was wrong and he was right, but history suggests otherwise...

Phew! Got that off my chest. I will try to refrain from posting political commentary going forward, but that issue has basically consumed my attention for a couple weeks now, all the time I have been getting more and more angry.

Well, it is nearly lunchtime, so I'm going to wrap this up. As always, we appreciate the prayers for Ian and us and I'll try to do a better job keeping people posted on what is happening with him and us.

Recovery Day 42...

and Ian, Elaine, and Livy are are their way home! Because of this, this entry will be VERY short.

Elaine called today and they let them come home. Ian's Prograf might need adjusted, but they can do that from anywhere. I'll be taking him to MUSC tomorrow for labs to be drawn. Should be interesting, since I need to have him there by 8 am in order to meet the 12 hour trough requirement for Prograf. Traffic into downtown sucks, to put it mildly. But, for my kids or wife, there's nothing I won't do.

Until later...

Recovery Day 41...

was kind of 'blah', for lack of a better word. I don't feel like I did much at work, though looking back that's not true. I made progress, some, on two different projects. I'm working on a database to track information and then I'm also working on a means of better storage for some of our equipment parts.

Upon returning home, I spent time working on the house. I was able to get the bathrooms scrubbed (after I purchased a toilet brush with disposable heads). It looks better, but I'll still need to do some organizing and clean the floors tomorrow. Shouldn't take more than a few hours to finish the house. Time permitting, I may try to tackle the garage to a small degree. I want to get the Christmas totes down so that we can put away decorations after we have Santa Claus make his special visit after Elaine, Ian, and Livy return home.

Ian has labs and then clinic tomorrow. We'll know more about everything at that point.

Now I'm very tired. I'm going to bed.

I did, however, promise to provide updates on my weight loss efforts. I have done reasonably well with eating. It takes some effort, but I figure if I can keep fat content and overall calories down, I should drop the weight. I've finally started exercising as well. I 'inherited' my brother's Dance Dance Revolution and the mat that goes with it for the PlayStation 2. It is interesting, and let's just say I'm glad I can do that in the privacy of my living room. :) It is not a pretty picture, I'm sure, but I'm usually sweating after just a few minutes on the mat, and I usually go about 30 minutes total. I'll need to work on adding more things to my exercise regiment, but I am glad I have started.

Recovery Days 39 and 40...

means I missed a day. My bad. On the other hand, I don't know that there is really enough to do a daily update. I'll probalby do it daily or near daily until the crew come home, then I'll go to weekly or bi-weekly updates.

Yesterday is a bit of a blur. We spent the day mostly at 'home' at the Ronald McDonald House. This was fine with me because it gave me time with my family before I flew back last night. The flight back was full, and I was all the way in the very back row of the plane, but I made it home and was able to get a few things done last night, so it was just fine. Besides, when you fly stand by, you have to take what you get.

Today started slowly. I woke up a few minutes late (not too bad, only about 10 minutes late), and got out the door to work. Work was largely uneventful. We have some training being scheduled for next week that I'll be conducting (safety training).

Ian's labs were good today except his Prograf levels. He's running about a 4, and they target the teens somewhere. They didn't raise his dose yet, but I believe they will on Wednesday. That being said, Ian has not been discharged from the area yet. They want labs done on Wednesday and to see him in clinic that day. At this point, I'm guessing it will be next week or in two weeks before he comes home, since I believe they'll want his Prograf levels stable first.

Tied to all this, a few things happened that made me very angry. I don't want to go into details because I'm trying very hard not to dwell on the issue. I am angry at the issue, not anyone in particular. It has forced me this evening to reflect on whether or not I'm being too harsh and too strict right now. It is possible. I think I'm going to spend a fair amount of tonight thinking and pondering this topic... so much for sleep, but that's the way my mind works. Sleep is overrated anyway, right? Okay, okay... I don't believe that either.

Why do we find ourselves, occasionally, at least, being so hard-nosed about certain topics?