THE MOM WITH BROWNIES
My childrens' friends step into our home breathing in the air, anticipating the aroma of goodies baking in the oven; More often than not, It's Brownies!


CHEAP AND YUMMY BROWNIE RECIPE!
6 TBSP cocoa, 1/4 C butter, 1 C sugar, 1/2 tsp vanilla, 1/3 C flour, 2 eggs, Cook 350 - 25 mins.

3/1/12

THEN I PASSED OUT...again.

The day?  Saturday.

Brian and I had spent the day with our kids.  We had, had a lazer tag showdown during Family Night on Friday.  Saturday morning we ate breakfast together, chatted, played, went to Saturday evening mass and took Jaibrian to a Birthday Party Sleepover.

The boys, Brian and I sat down around 7:00 pm to watch an old episode of "Merlin" on Netflix.  We're wading through the episodes one by one.  We all like that show.

After the movie, the kids went to bed.  Brian and I were relaxing in our computer chairs checking out Facebook and balancing our budget.  The time was 8:45-ish pm.

As I sat in my computer chair, I began to have "that" pain.  The one that I recognize, oh so well.  It started in the upper right side of my abdomen, just under my ribs, as usual.  I knew to sit back in my chair and relax...breathe through it.  The pain intensified...just like a Charley horse in a person's leg, but my "charley horses" happen in my chest.  The tightness always gets worse, peeks and then slowwwlyyy subsides as I breathe, sweat, cry through the pain.

This time, though, something was different.  I sat, breathing, Brian watching me as usual, waiting for it to pass.  I began to feel a cloud cover my brain.

"Brian, I'm going to pass out.  Make sure I keep breathing." was all I could manage to say.

The next thing I know I woke up to the sound of Brian urgently saying my name.  I can't figure out why there are millions of crickets chirping in my ears.  I realize I've passed out, but I can't get my body to work right.

"What in the world is that sound!"  I'm able to say.  Brian's shocked.  What sound?  Your computer?

He turns the computer off.  The Ambulance Personnel are questioning me.

'When did they get here?'  I wonder.

"When is your birthday?  Shelly! When is your birthday?"

'How long have they been asking me this?'  My brain is thinking;  My mouth is not cooperating fully.  I finally manage to say the date.  I'm completely soaked...sweat.  Oh, That's right; The last time I passed out I was soaked in sweat.  OH! I passed out again and the ambulance is here... Okay. Now I'm with the program.

I am helped onto the stretcher.  The next thing I know I'm looking up at a person pumping IV fluids into my veins, talking on a CB?  "Blood pressure 60/40"... I hear.  The voice on the other end says.  "Take the vitals again. If it drops lower, call back."

Whoa...I'm upside-down...I think. 

I'm at the hospital, the pain in my stomach is subsiding, my brain is finally cooperating.  I'm admitted.  Tests are run...gotta stay all night. Crap!

Sunday, Nuclear Stress Test.  Not such a bad gig.  It tastes funny...even though it's an IV... but I don't have to walk on a treadmill so that's a plus.  The Doctor on staff thinks I'll be out today.

Sunday Afternoon; Bad news.  I need a Heart Catheterization.  They've found something irregular.  Brian calls my parents.  Crap!

My loving family and friends keep me uplifted in prayer.  Our youngest children, mercifully, have no idea what has happened. The Heart Catheterization is normal.  More tests have been run, 5 separate doctors scour through my past history, current predicament and ask me so many questions I can't even believe it.

I'm so thankful for their attentiveness.  They nod, ask more questions, nod, write...they're actually listening...while reading my files. And lo-and-behold, they come back with ANSWERS! After 7 years of this non-sense, THESE doctors...God Bless Them, actually have a diagnosis! ( I should have gone to St. John's WAY before now!)

Turns out I have some sort of domino effect issue in my body that is triggered by gluten and dairy.  I "think" this is the process...If I understand correctly.

Domino 1: I have esophageal spasms.
Domino 2:  I have a hiatal hernia
Domino 3:  I have gluten intolerance and Lactose Intolerance.
Domino 4: Those foods trigger esophageal spasms in my body.
Domino 5: If the stars are aligned right on that day, the spasm will trigger a vasovagal response that drops my blood pressure.
Domino 6:  If the pressure is dropped low enough/long enough, I pass out...
Domino 7:  I have had a heart ablation for Heart Arrhythmia
Domino 8:  This puts me at risk for death from Vagus Nerve response. Most people don't have to worry "as much" about the arrhythmia issue, but, because of my hearth issues, I'm at risk.

So, what solves this issue?   A Gluten and Dairy Free Diet.

Done!

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for getting me and my family through the woods safely.  Amen.

2/11/12

RANDOM CONVERSATIONS IN THE BROWNIE HOME

In our home it is completely normal for a person to suddenly fill a quiet moment with the utterance of a random factoid.  Today was no exception.  Kazz, Brise and I were sitting around doing nothing when Vinze walked into the room.  

Kazz: Hey Vinze. (in his, heres-a-little-tidbit-for-ya voice.)
Does alcohol kill brain cells?

Vinze: Duh Kazz, Yes.

Kazz: Nope.  Actually that's a myth.

Mom (me):  Yes Vinnie, Alcohol can kill brain cells. (trying to perpetuate the myth...that could be true...so he will have an aversion to drinking) 

Kazz: No it doesn't kill brain cells mom.  It's been proven by science.

Me: Kazz, why is this something to say to an 11 year old boy?  Stop it.

Vinze: Yeah, Kazz You Dildo, Stop it!

The hair on the back of my head rose, Brise and Kazz immediately spit out whatever they were eating and drinking to laugh.

Me: Vinze!!! What did you just call Kazz!?

Vinze: (looking shocked that I used my mom voice)
Dildo.

Me: (trying to be calm)
Vinze. What is Dildo?

Vinze:  You know.  That guy you try to find at Wendy's.

Me: What? What guy at Wendy's?

Vinze: That game they have where you find that dumb guy in the striped shirt. You know. Dildo.

Me: You mean Waldo???

Vinze: Oh yeah, Waldo.

The laughter...people...I could not control myself.  I gave him money to go to the store to grab a pop so I could have enough time to compose myself.

1/28/12

BRISAN'S TURN! COLLEGE AT 14


Brisan made it clear, years ago, that he wanted to follow in Kazz's footsteps. He wanted to go to college early so he can have his Associate degree finished by the time he's ready to move out of the house.

Brian and I are big believers in raising adults.  That is, we understand fully that we are training our children to leave the nest.  It's sad, but a fact of life that must be accepted.

So, here we are, watching our second born head off to his first day of school...college...at the ripe old age of fourteen.  He and his friend, Joe, took their first class together.  Joe happens to be thirteen.

Brise turned 15 on January 20th and Joe turns 14 on the 28th.

Brise decided to take two classes this semester. Adobe and Keyboarding. I thought that was a wise choice, being that he never quite learned to type correctly.  He can do a good job with a few fingers but to be a video game designer, he's going to need to know how to type well...and fast.  

He has earned A's on his first college assignments. Brian and I are so proud of him.

Daxx, Kole, Brise, Brian, Jai, Vinze, Kazz, Becca
He was a Joe's house for a Teen Rally on his birthday night, so we held his birthday party at home a few days later.  He got a large desk for a present. He'll need it for college and gaming. :o)

Grandma and Grandpa B. sent him a card for his birthday with money inside.  They also sent a separate card and check for getting into college early.

He's a happy boy.

Time, it goes SO fast.
Happy Birrthdayyyy tooooo youuuu!