Daddy's Girl

My Dad, Me, Tim, and Mark (Savannah's father) 1970




I haven't been posting much since I got back from taking care of my daughter after her surgery. I have been sleeping far too much for some reason. Savannah is doing fine and sees her plastic surgeon today for her first follow up. She swears she has an infection but doesn't have a fever; she thinks there are wires under her steri-strips; she can't get used to seeing her stomach or feet without bending over. She is going to be so happy once she is all healed.
I received a phone call last evening from my brother who lives near my Dad and has been taking care of him. My Dad will be 88 in August but he has been having constant pain that the Dr. kept telling him was arthritis. He called my brother at midnight because he was in so much pain and couldn't sleep. My brother had to call an ambulance to take my Dad to the hospital where they actually took a chest X-Ray to check his heart and found some suspicious spots on his ribs. The Dr. sent my Dad home and then made a house call yesterday to go over the results. The Dr. thinks it is prostrate cancer. OK, does this make sense to anyone? Besides me having a total meldown and sobbing hysterically for an hour I still don't know what the fuck is going on. The only pain meds they gave him was the lowest dose of Vicodin and he can take 2 every 4 hours. That wasn't working so my brother gave him half of one and my Dad finally got some sleep. I have been worried for some time that something weird was going on with my Dad's health. He see's the Dr. once a month and his weight has gone from 240 to 177 in a year. The Dr. tells him he is in "perfect health" for someone his age except for the arthritis. I talked to my Dad on Sunday and he was feeling really good since the Dr. had given him Celebrex. I am just in shock that 2 days later he is feeling so bad.
Well, I am rambling from no sleep. I just took a valium and am going to try to get a few hours of sleep.

I HAVE A DATE JULY 28TH!

JUST A QUICK POST AS I JUST GOT HOME FROM TAKING CARE OF MY DAUGHTER AFTER HER SURGERY. I WILL MAKE A FULL POST TOMORROW, BUT MY SURGERY DATE IS JULY 28TH AT 2PM!

I AM GOING TO POST THIS ON THE CALI BOARD AFTER I CHANGE MY PROFILE PICTURE TO THE ONE WITH THE BARE BACK, BUTT DIVITS AND JEANS TO SEE HOW LONG IT LASTS!

HERE IS THE LINK TO MY POST MADE AT 7:49pm PST.
http://www.obesityhelp.com/forums/CA/postdetail/428643.html?vc=0

Going to the Courthouse and We're Gonna Get Married

On Friday, June 2, 2006, Alan and I legally became husband and wife. We went to the Madera County Clerks Office with my daughter Savannah as our witness and were married by a woman in a small courtroom at 2pm. The night before I was talking to my Mom on the phone and she mentioned that June 2 was her late sister Pearl's birthday. My grandfather's name was also Pearl. I guess in the 1880's naming men Pearl was acceptable. Anyway, I decided to not tell anyone in my family that we were getting married until after the fact. I called my Mom when we got home and told her we had gotten married that afternoon by a woman named Pearl. Strange coincidences run wild in our family.

We had our "reception" at The Cheesecake Factory in Fresno. The main menu was Spicy Cashew Chicken, Orange Chicken, and Crab and Shrimp Salad. My "wedding cake" was a piece of Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake that was heavenly.
We had a nice visit with Savannah but she had to go back home today to get ready for her upcoming surgery. We had a little drama while she was here but I will save that for another entry.
I thought I would feel different being "officially married" but we have been together for so long no it seemed more like a formality. We said the traditional vows without the religious aspects and it was short and sweet.
I was hoping to get a phone call Friday from the surgeon's office telling me I had been approved for surgery. That would have been a great wedding present.
By the way, we are registered at Aqua Blue Pools in Fresno if you would like to make a donation to our pool.
Just kidding!