Friday, June 1, 2012

Tank Friends



I realized the other day that Phagocytosis Betta Blue hates me. 
He is always sitting in that stupid boot I got for him and i swear only comes out to eat... 
I considered buying a Guinea Pig and even a hedgehog but I figured I don't have any money to spend on cute outfits, eatable houses or even food for them... I just have water.. so that was out of the question. 

So as I was strolling through Wal-Mart today with Carly's tank friends, Brandi and Julie, only getting what I NEEDED...which was kitty litter (for the cat that is scheduled for dinner this week) I had a spur of the moment decision that Phagocytosis Betta Blue needed some friends... or maybe just some new friends for me?

Carly's Jacob has a betta and it has MANY other fish friends. And they all live happy together. And I read online that neon tetras are good little tank friends.  Yeeahh!

So I got 3 little neon tetras...and on the way home we named them Corolla,Tacoma, and Stan. 

From L to R: Corolla, Stan, and Tacoma 

When we got home.. in they went!... immediately the attacks began... 
Betta Blue clearly fits his name. All he did for the next 5 min was follow the little nuggets around and bite their fins. ..rude. Every time he bit at them I stuck my finger in and poked him. Pay backs a B. 

My poor little nuggets. 

As we watched him bully the others, I decided I didn't have time to train him to love his new "friends" right now. By this point I was furious with him so I thrust my hand into the tank, picked Betta Blue up and threw him in a bowl (don't worry it was just Carly's bowl)..expect while in mid air he decides to fly out of my hand and onto the counter.. dont worry. . I rescued him. 

I then sped over to my other apt and got the separator for the tank.

When i got back the three nuggets were hidding under the fake plant and betta blues was swimming around very swiftly in the bowl like a freak. 
After I put the separator in, I got Betta Blue and again.. while in mid air.. he flies out and lands back onto the counter.. when i scooped him up... again... third times a charm.. he flys out and this time lands on the floor on the rug.. so with dirt on his fins I again scoop him up and then chuck him into his side of the tank... 

 It's so stupid that I was getting so frustrated and angry at a dumb fish but IF that is what he wants then fine!
 He can fester in his little half size talk ALL BY HIMSELF AND STAY IN HIS BOOT for all I care!

 Phagocytosis Betta Blue... Phag



Maybe next week when I have time I will use positive and negative reinforcement with Betta Blue and try to get them to all live happy together. AS for now.... "I have to go.. shave." 

And as for the cat.. there is no cat. Just spilled car oil on the driveway is all.. 

Friday, April 13, 2012

Who the HECK, had the AUDACITY to say he was at a level 10?!?

Bryan Regan says that the worst pain a human can endure is getting the femur bone cracked in half… Well since I have never experienced that *knock on wood* I am going to say that getting surgery on my nose is the worst pain I’ve ever endured.

For those of you who need to know the history…

When my sweet Bodie (my neighbors dog) was a young rambunctious punk, about 8 years ago, he head butted me one sunny afternoon. Apparently it was a hard enough hit that he broke my nose. I suppose the sound of the crack should have been a sign but not enough I guess. Although it hurt, and hurt from that time on, I never knew that it actually broke. Ever since I haven’t been able to breathe through my nose very well (felt like the size of a coffee straw) and I’ve had to be one of those…”mouth breathers”.

This winter semester I started getting migraines and the only reason I went into the Ear Nose and Throat Dr was because I had a “sinus infection” that wouldn’t go away.

I got a strange instrument put in my nose, a camera shoved up into what seemed like my brains, my first and second passing out stories, a CT Scan and the diagnosis that was 8 scary words long. I basically had a deviated septum with a severely crooked nasal bone that was putting pressure on my sinuses and large polyps that could be cancerous, he called them tumors. He said he could fix my airway and the deviated septum but it was a 50/50 chance it would help the migraines. After thinking about it and talking it over with my loved ones I chose to go under the knife…obviously.

After the decision was made, I realized that I was so nervous that I was going to die and I became very sensitive around the topic of death which seemed to be everywhere. Don’t ask why..Anyways, the night before we had my "last supper” at red robins.



Me and Courtney


Jacob and Carly


My mom and LaRae

When i checked into surgery i saw a "goodie" bag with sweet socks in it.. I hoped I would get some.. and about 15 minutes later..,shabam.. I got some!!

While I was laying in my hospital room I had to do a few last things before I went under..just in case..

The last time I would rub my nose violently, my last time picking my nose, and I even made my mom suffer through my last TV watching session which was a couple of episodes of LA Ink.
Watching LA Ink while having the heat blow under my gown..

They came in and gave me “medicine that will make me feel funny” (exact quote from the nurse)… When I was being rolled into the operating room I remember looking up at the ceiling while it felt like I was floating and seeing the lights all fuzzy and glimmering. I wanted so bad to say, “I’m on a gurney.” But I couldn’t speak. Because the funny medicine.

While I was under the Dr said my face was worse than he thought so he had to do a lot of chiseling, beating, grinding, hammering, and sucking…and when I woke up I would probably hurt. When I woke up the nurses kept asking me how I felt. They had to ask my mom if I was able to speak because I would only answer with sign language. That’s probably because my face hurt so bad I couldn’t speak! Good thing I know another language.

"I didn't even have a good dream about being in a field with buffalo."


One thing you should know.. is I am VERY good at talking in my sleep.

So after they released me, I apparently told my mother she should get dinner at this Chinese place in town...she followed my orders, I texted a select few a self portrait...yikes… I spoke with some of my visitors and talked on the phone to some concerned friends and family.. and I really don’t remember any of it. Sorry folks. I would tell you some quotes that have been noted by my mother and sister but.. I'm not going to embarrass myself anymore than I have too…


The self portrait that was sent after I was released...

Who on earth let me have my phone?!!..mother..

All the blooooddd. nice. I soaked my bandages every 10 min. ew.

The recovery:

...has been horrific.. Compared to my other recovery stories (i.e splinters, mt biking accidents, dog bites, a broken heart.. ), this by FAR has been the worst. Its been 1 week since the surgery and I still cannot fully taste, smell, feel my face,or stay awake through a movie (not that I could do that before).

I had an appointment 4 days after surgery to remove the splints in my nose… how should I put this… it was “Excruciating..Horrific..I’d rather have shards of class in my eyes.” I was in so much pain that I was coming up and out of my seat and crying like a baby as the Dr pulled them out. He also pulled out 2 HUGE blood clots. I was unable to see the splints or blood clots because I was either passed out, blacked out, or crying. As my mother puts it… the splits looked like the size and length of my betta fish.. and the blood clots were “like gelatin” and were about 5 inches long and as thick as your little finger... I believe it… you should have felt it coming out.. mm.

The Dr was unable to get one big clot out and said I would have to do a nasal rinse twice a day to try and get it out on my own… you bet I'm doing it. Except not twice a day maybe 5 or 6 times.. Like____ would I want that Dr to go back in and get it for himself!!!


I was able to participate in dying the Easter eggs. And I couldn’t resist making a bison on one. Carly made a pig so a bison was needed too.


The best smile I can make..

Dying easter eggs..




I woke up one night and my sling has fallen off while I was asleep..

I had to take a pic to show my mother. I also call her into the bathroom when i do my nasal rinse and a piece of a blood clot comes out. I think when i yell "Momm!" she thinks I'm dying or something because she always come rushing in or yells "WHAT?!" in a concerned voice. Shes so sweet. She always comes and looks at the blood clots and says the same thing every time... "Niicccee!" haha... I wont post any blood clot pictures..

The pain has been unimaginable. Most of the time I'm in so much pain I can't even cry. My pain pills ran out on Wednesday.... They dont want me to get addicted so I dont get anymore... RUDE. Thats nice they dont want me to get addicted but i'd rather take that chance than DIE from trying to live through this.

Sometimes I feel like..

I’m not going to make it through the night

My face is going to fall off

I’m never going to eat my favorite foods ever again.

I will always brush my teeth while crying

I will never ever sleep all the way through the night in peace ever again

I will always have blood slowly dripping from my nose


I saw this while at Broulims...This is how my nose feels.. Ginormous, squishy, and fragile.


While out and about (the little that I have done)

I have had some very strange looks and long stares by adults and frighened looks from children. I will turn and the smile or content look on a random childs face will change to horror and confusion. I wanted to ask them if I had something on my face but I could usually only send forth a glare.

Little boy: "MOM WHY DOES THAT LADY HAVE THAT THING ON HER...."
Mother: "SSHHHHHHh" (rushes away with child and cart)

I'm mean and purposely tried to scare some little kids.. Unfortunately I didn't get any of them to cry.. darn.


Well...As I lay Dying, Phagocytosis Betta Blue chills in his boot in the window... :)

"Silly fish."



Tuesday, February 7, 2012

New Addition

SO I forgot to tell you one more thing.... So to be completely honest.. ever since i've kind of gotten over the fact that my best friend isn't ever coming back.. I've realized that I needed to learn to love again. And that i need something to take care of and no i did not get a puppy. I dont think I will get a dog for a very long time..or ever and i'm fine with that. Its just that you let some ugly mutt come into your life, you love them with all your heart, you see that they are no longer ugly but that they are really cute and then they get sick, old and die and then you are crushed and your life is ruined forever. So with that in mind i need to learn to love again so I added a new addition to my family..I got him at Walmart yesterday. I figure a fish is a great pet. You can watch them swim and feed them and name them but you cant pet them or snuggle with them or take them for walks or teach them to whisper. Therefore, when they die.. its sad but not as heart ripping as a dog.


So everyone.. meet... __( I dont have a name yet )__ ...

A little about him...he is a beta and he is blue..and he likes to do 1 of 4 things (never together) throughout the day
1. Look at himself in the reflection (as hes doing in pic #1)
2. swim
3. eat
4. poop


Some name ideas that i have or that people have given me are:
*Dr. Pepper
*D. Peps
*Dr. P
*Captain Morgan
*Horkley
*Phagocytosis
*Bison
*Ohhh Cool
*Gills
*Blue
*Fish






What do you think i should name him? Because he needs a name ASAP.. before he dies.

Back at School 2012

SO I just realized that I haven't changed my blog since Halloween... that's embarrassing. I want to say my new years resolution is to update this thing for my family frequently but we all know that will NEVER happen because first of all... i am not married. Second of all, i don't have any children. And third of all.. my life just simply isn't that interesting. ANYWAYS... Here is what i have been up to lately in pictures...

When I first moved into my apt it was not clean..at all. so i mopped the floor the BATHROOM floor and this is what i got... eww gross.




My favoritest meal is anything with ketchup. But this time my roommate Megan said i should try ketchup on a peanut butter sandwich.. it was interesting but honestly it wasn't bad. One second you would taste peanut butter then the next ketchup. But never together. So very interesting.



This semester i have been helping Amber out at the Live Stock Center "teaching" a basic horsemanship 1 class. This is Superman running around showing off after class. He is awful to ride because he is huge and thumpy but he is a cutie-poo. You cant not love him!



video


One of our favorite horses Kurger had to be put down this semester. He was sick and wasn't able to just be a horse anymore. The day before he passed away I helped give him some bute (like ibuprofen for us) so he wouldnt be in pain that night. Then we said our goodbyes. And i did get a little teary cuzNow he is running around in sunny green pastures and doesn't have to endure a cold winter. We miss him. One of my favorite things about him was when we would sneak him a peppermint treat and then ask him "Was that good?!" he would always throw him head up and down very dramatically telling us that it was SOO good.

This winter 2012

Last Summer 2011

One of my favorite horse noses.

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When I found out Claire and Bronson landed in Portland...

Megan and I at church....


This past weekend Amber, Megan and I went to Provo to visit Amber's sister...
We went ice skating and ate at Tucanos!. love that place. and we chilled.