Saturday, August 21, 2021

The Return

We moved, and we are here.  The move itself was long and hard and is blessedly already fading into memory and the edges of it are becoming fuzzy.  We arrived in the city, and stayed about 6 weeks with David's mother, which was also very challenging for everyone.  And then we signed a lease for a very tiny apartment, and we moved here.  Some of our stuff is here.  Much of it is not here and I still feel like we're camping out a bit with mattresses on the floor and such.  It's slow.

I've been at my job for about 2 months now.  It's fine - I don't love it but I don't hate it with a passion or anything.  I do my work, I come home, I get paid.  

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A few years ago I had a bout with agoraphobia.  For a few months it was almost impossible to leave my house, and even within my home I felt unsteady, unsafe and uncertain.  It was a deeply unhappy time for our whole family, and although I got better, it left its mark on me.

I feel that same unsteady, uncertain, unsafe feeling these days as well.  To some extent, this makes sense; after all everything in my life is completely different than it used to be a short time ago, and the pressures on me are fairly intense.  Especially intense for someone who lives with an anxiety disorder.  I have had brief, fleeting moments of wanting to hide, wanting to run away, wanting to curl up and not answer the phone or the door or the emails.  They have passed, but they might return.  I've also been very sad and depressed and overwhelmed these past two months - feelings that have been increasing as time goes on.  Some of this is likely my over-extending myself, some of it is my own perfectionism, some of it is probably forgetting to take medications on time, the extreme heat and humidity that make sleeping almost impossible, the lack of access to my counsellor, my current convenience-food-based diet, and any number of other factors.  

I've lived with my anxiety and depression for decades, and I know my brain and body very well by this point.  I don't **think** I'm heading for another downward spiral, but I know the signs to look for if I am.  Some days I feel like I have some space, some margin still there on the edges, and some days I feel like I'm moving around covered by a wet wool blanket.  It will pass, but it will pass like a glacier, leaving lots of potholes behind it.

What does a Christian do in this sort of situation, you wonder?  It's probably easier to say what a Christian SHOULDN'T do.  Or perhaps what I shouldn't do.  I shouldn't berate myself for a prayer life that has been stripped to the bare bones of "Lord, help, help, help".  I shouldn't refuse the small, insignificant step towards the light because it isn't the big, impressive one.  I shouldn't feel guilty for realizing that in every relationship, even one with the divine, a time comes when one party is completely coasting.  I am coasting.  God knows this, and I know this, and it is okay.  Eat the food, even if the food is a spoonful of cheez whiz.  Drink the liquid, even if the liquid is flat diet coke.  Sleep, even if you sleep in the clothes you wore all day.  Live the next day, the next step, the next breath - and do so, if necessary, cranky, unshowered, ignorant and tearful.  Coast, dear friend - it's okay.

All the same, I'm not quite so mired in shadow at the moment that I can't feel a desire for joy.  I've been trying to grasp tiny slivers of it as I see them.  I've been walking the dog, because exercise and sunshine are good for me, and walking down all the hidden slices of the city.  Today I found a secret garden, and this evening I went to it as well.  I have no idea if it's allowed, but I dug my hands in the dirt and weeded the beds and straightened the vines.  We'll go back tomorrow and do it again, breathing in the dirt smell, until someone tells us not to.  Considering the neglected state the vegetables were in, I think it's more likely they'll return to clear the beds in October and discover with amazement that 'fairies' were there before.  I might even hang up a bird feeder.


And I find joy in writing, so there may very well be more blogging around here for the next little while, as I process all the changes and come to a new equilibrium.  

Saturday, June 12, 2021

Even more discussion on moving, plus bonus memories and a horrible trip down memory lane!

Image by Handiwork NYC on Unsplash

Remember how in my last post I talked about how we would be moving by the end of June, but it might be sooner?  Remember that?

Well, it's sooner.  Actually, it's the day after tomorrow.

I have a lot of Leaving Feelings, but I don't want to sift through them right now, surrounded by boxes of all of my things.  Instead, I want to talk about Returning Feelings.

David and I left our hometown approximately 13-14 years ago now.  We moved from there to a bigger city, and then out East to a mid-sized town where we lived first in a terrible apartment, and second in a lovely house.  Then we moved all the way back to our home province, but 10 hours from our hometown, and lived here for almost 8 years.  We've been back a handful of times over the years, but never for more than a week or so, and always very much in the form of a guest, busy seeing everyone who wants to see us before disappearing for another year.

When we left, everything was different.  Public transit, buildings, bus routes, restaurants, parks, rules, everything.  Everything was different.  The city is still familiar to me in its essence, but not in form.  I know where Main Street Mall is, for example, but all the stores inside have changed, the doors open on different streets, the employees are all complete strangers, the merchandise is foreign, and I can't figure out how to drive or take a bus there.  You know, other than that - it's all exactly as I left it!

Despite this, David and I turned to each other today and said 'We're going...HOME!"

The things I've been worried about have not happened...yet.  The children are still excited and not at all worried about moving to a city of over a million from a village of 600 souls.  The cat and dog are not vomiting with stress over their home turning into a maze of crates.  So far, we haven't broken or lost anything desperately important.  Things always look like they aren't going to get done in time, but I think that if I'm being reasonable I could admit that actually we seem to be essentially on schedule.

"That's pessimistic, Amy!" you say.

Ah, friend, I see I haven't explained to you the true horror of my moving history.

Many years ago, David and I lived in a small apartment over a pizza shop.  At some point the smell of smoke, the police knocking on our door, and the huge breakup fights in the bagel shop across the street lost whatever draw they had once had, and we decided to move.  We found an apartment we now remember as The Hottest Apartment In Existence - because there was a south facing WALL of windows that didn't open and made the space equivalent to living on the surface of the sun.  Anyway, it was a big step up in the world, and we packed to move.  Unfortunately, neither of us read our lease very clearly, and I thought we had until midnight on the last day of the month, but it was actually NOON.  We were in a total panic of throwing things in boxes, in fact the new tenants even arrived and we had to yell 'we're sorry!  We're leaving!'  All of our stuff ended up outside as we desperately called everyone we knew and split all of our belongings up into half a dozen houses while we waited 24 hours to access the new place.  My hands were raw and bleeding and so swollen that when we had to attend a wedding (the day we moved.  I know.  No, I do know how insane that sounds) David had to cut my food for me.

Now, unfortunately, that was only the first in a long, long string of terrible moves.  The move to the East coast actually took a total of about a month and involved me, newly pregnant, having to hand over all of our savings to a slum landlord.  That was also the move where we ended up staying in a friend's apartment because the place we had intended to stay, had, in fact, been assured that we could stay in, turned out to not be available more than a night or two.  We ended up putting things in storage and I took an overnight bus to try and interview for a job that I didn't end up getting so we could afford to move and oh my gosh the whole thing was a disaster.

There's the move where we packed our $200+ tv box that had to be returned or we would get charged money we didn't have.  Packed it at the back of the 26' truck.  At the back.  At. the. BACK.  That was the move where we tried to get our dead car onto a tow dolly by rolling it down a hill.  Ah, yes.  I was alone with the two babies at that point, sleeping in a trailer in a friend's driveway.  

Anyway, what I'm getting at here is that this is not a horrible move comparatively!  We have a truck, we have a place to go, we have an income, we have stuff in boxes, we are not having a complete meltdown of epic proportions.  Things are going okay!

I mean, wait and ask me tomorrow.  But right now, it's all alright.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Let's talk about moving!

 I did a little moving update a while ago, but then life kicked my butt so I guess I'm due for yet another one.  These are the questions I'm getting a lot of, and none of them have straightforward answers.  Sigh.

When Are You Leaving?

There is a long answer and a short answer to this.

Okay, so technically our contract ends in August.  That's the short answer.  There's no need for us to leave before the end of our contract, theoretically.

The long answer is: We wanted to give the congregation time to refresh the parsonage.  Repaint, fix things, that sort of stuff.  The district recommended that we give a leaving date a few months ahead of our end of contract.  So we told the church we would be gone at the end of June.  The new minister is now arriving mid-July, which is early than we anticipated.  The church, then, has approximately 2 weeks to do whatever it is they are going to do to the parsonage.  This means that we pretty much HAVE to be gone at the end of June, whereas before there was a certain amount of casual flexibililty where we wouldn't be paid or do work, but if we were a day or two into July or something it wasn't the end of the world.  Now June 30th is a firm, hard stop.

We could leave earlier, though.  In Ontario churches are still not open to the public so all of our in-person services are suspended.  This may end in the next week or so, but it may not.  Since the church doesn't need us for anything, and there is no in-person programming, they would probably be just as happy to stop paying us for the month of June and have us leave earlier and also get more time in the parsonage to work.

Therefore the answer is that we leave sometime in June, no later than the 30th.

Are You Going to Another Church?

I feel pretty confident in saying no.  Or, rather, not right now.  The Wesleyan denomination has a yearly general conference for the district which happens in early summer.  In preparation for this, most transitions (ministers moving around to different churches) happens in the spring.  That time has pretty much passed, and almost no church positions opened up, so there wasn't anything to put our name in to.  What this means is that when we leave here we will no longer be serving actively in ministry.  That will be...weird.  It will be weird.

Where Are You Moving?

People are still asking me this, and I still don't have an answer.  Although I imagine my facial expression is slowly changing with each enquiry.  Here's the best answer I have - David's mother lives in a city 10 hours away from us in Southern Ontario.  Staying in her house is our default plan right now.  We have other applications in the works, and if one of those ends up working out then we might not be with her, and that's quite possible.  But if we leave her without any employment whatsoever, then that is where we are going.

Where Will Your Pets Go?

They will go with us.

Where Will Your Stuff Go?

It will be put in storage.  Our initial plan was to put it in storage in the city where my mother-in-law lives, but actually that's very expensive so we're considering a much cheaper option that is a few hours away.

How Will You Move Everything??

This one is a much asked question, so I'll try to be thorough.  The plan is that our friend A will come to us on Day 1.  He will arrive probably in the afternoon, maybe with his wife K, on his motorcycle, and pick up the moving truck from the depot and bring it to our house.  We'll have supper, and pack the truck, put the motocycle in the moving truck, and then get a decent night's sleep.  In the morning we'll get up early.  David and I will load the kids and pets into our van, and do a last sweep of the parsonage to make sure we've cleaned everything out.  Then we'll start the convoy!  Some combination of peoples will drive various vehicles, probably with A and K in the truck and us in our van, and drive down to the city where A and K live.  They are about 3 hours away from David's mother's home city.  We'll unload the moving truck into a pre-arranged storage facility, and return the truck.  Then we'll all go to A and K's house, and sleep there for the night.  In the morning we'll get up, say goodbye, stick everyone in the van again, and drive to Mother-in-law's house, arriving there before lunch.

Yes, that does sound stressful.
No, I don't want you to help me find a 'less stressful option'.

Then What?

Well, it will be the very end of June/very beginning of July at this point.  We will get work, and then move out of Mother-in-law's house and into our own place.  Then we will go get our things from storage and set up our new home.







Saturday, May 15, 2021

Septoplasty & Turbinoplasty - A Very Long and Detailed (And Very Graphic) Account of Surgery

Skip ahead if you don't like details about people get their faces cut open.  Or at least me getting my face cut open.  I dunno.  People have asked me to describe the procedure and what helped/didn't help so this is that.

On May 12th, at about noon, I got a septoplasty and a turbinoplasty to fix my severely deviated septum and let me breathe again.  I wanted it done before we moved in June, and I'd been trying to have this procedure for over two years now.  Here's a good image of the inside of your face.  If it's normal.  Which mine is not.  But anyway, you can see that you have three sets of turbinates and one septum.


Here's a good image of what a normal septum looks like, and a deviated septum.
So a septoplasty is a procedure where you have the septum partly removed (if it is too damaged to save), or straightened.  A turbinoplasty reduces the size of the turbinates inside your nose.  I'm not going to go into details because 1) I don't want to and 2) Just google it but it is gross to watch - FYI

To start with, a lot of people told me how they got these procedures done and they regretted it and everything was awful.  So, that was fun to hear.  You know, when someone tells you that they are getting elective surgery to fix a longstanding and painful problem and that they will now have the chance to breathe normally for the first time in living memory, you don't say how terrible their choices are.  C'mon, humans.

When I saw my ENT (Ear, Nose and Throat Dr.) he ordered a CAT Scan to make sure everything was where it should be and so forth.  It was, so he booked me for four weeks in the future.  Four weeks was good!  Very soon!  Woohoo!  I started making preparations.  Here's what I bought/did:

Vaseline Healing Jelly with Cocoa Butter - For keeping my lips and nostrils moist, since I would be breathing out of my mouth alone and my lips would chap, and I would be bleeding continuously from my nose so I figured my nostrils would chap.

Arnica Cream - For helping with swelling and bruising.  I bought A535 Brand.   I think that's also for muscle soreness, which actually also applied for this situation so hurrah for multitasking.

I had flexible cooling pads in the fridge, and also clean, wet washcloths kept cold, too.  

A HydraSense Neti Rinse with an extra package of saline powder.  Enough to wash out that nose for days and daaaaays on end. 

Extra Strength Advil and Acetominophen, just in case one was better than another.  I tend to be an Advil person, but doctors always seem to suggest Tylenol, so better to be prepared.

I already owned a humidifier - A Sunbeam brand warm mist one.  I sterilized it and set it up.

A comfortable recliner I could sleep upright in.

I also boiled a big jug of water for 10 minutes and let it cool for my Neti Rinse kit.

The week before the procedure I stopped taking all my medications that might affect the surgery, and the night before I took the last dose of the steroid spray I've been using for years to let me inhale through my nose.  I fasted from midnight the night before - from food and liquid.  And the day of I only took my two inhalers for my asthma - my maintenance inhaler that I take twice a day anyway, and then a shot of my Ventalin emergency inhaler just to make my lungs especially open for intubation.  I also bathed very thoroughly and did not use any lotions, creams, hair products, anything afterwards.  I didn't wear my glasses or any jewelry or makeup.  I also took two Covid tests - one 5 days before, and one 2 days before.  Just to be especially safe.

My surgery was scheduled for 12:15.  I was asked to arrive at 10am.  I was asked all the usual Covid screening questions, sterilized my hands, and switched my fabric mask for a new surgical mask.  Then I went to day surgery and signed in.  I waited for maybe ten minutes before the nurse took me back to the change rooms, asked me the Covid screening questions again, gave me a hospital gown to change into and a robe to put overtop and booties.  I put all of my clothing into labeled, sealed bags and she put them in a locker.  I had also brought my insurance card and a baggie with all my prescription medications.  And a book.  Everything but the book went into the locker.  Then I went back out to the waiting room with all the other people sitting around in pjs to be called back.

After about 30 minutes or so they called me back to the triage nurse.  She asked me all the Covid screening questions yet again, verified all of my registration info, weighed me, measured me, took my blood pressure, temperature and heart rate, made a detailed list of medications again, and then led me to the day surgery ward.  That had me go to the bathroom again, and then got me into a bed.  I was there for maybe 15 minutes and then a nurse arrived and we started The Great IV Debacle.

I hate hand IVs.  Hate them.  My veins are very deep inside my body and it never ever goes well.  So first we tried the left hand, and it HUUURT and then the we blew the vein.  So that didn't go well.  So then we tried the right hand and she gave me a shot of Lidocaine first and that did almost nothing but there was a lot of rummaging around with the needle (I assume.  This is what it felt like but I sure the heck wasn't watching.) And eventually it went in a vein and stayed in the vein and Hallelujah that was over.

The anaesthetist came in and asked me a bunch of questions.  The ENT came in, we said hello, he went off to do his thing, everyone left.  Then the anaesthetist came back, handed me a few warmed blankets and had me walk with him to the theatre.  I walked in and put the blankets on the bed and took off my robe but kept on my gown, but undid it.  Then I laid down on the bed and they put one heated blanket over my body and another under my calves and raised my legs slightly.  There was the anaesthetist, two nurses, and the surgeon in the room.  They had me spread out my arms on the table and hooked my IV up to a saline bag.  

I commented that I felt a little light-headed and the anaesthetist laughed and said that was because he had slipped me a little something when I wasn't looking.  I assume this was standard because I certainly wasn't nervous or anything and in need of 'calming'.  Then the nurse put an oxygen mask on my face.  I breathed deeply through my mouth - it was just oxygen.  Then they said 'okay, we're all ready now Amy.' and I said 'okay, bye.' and then that was it. 

My understanding was that the surgery lasted between 30-45 minutes.

I woke up in a different bed, with my head raised, in a curtained off room with a nurse.  She said "Hello!" and beyond that I don't remember much of our initial conversation.  As I woke up I was in a lot of different kinds of pain.  The nurse explained that my neck and shoulders hurt because they position you oddly for surgery.  My jaw and throat hurt because of the intubation.  And I had my standard level of facial migraine pain through my teeth, cheeks, eyes and forehead.  I'm used to that particular pain but if you aren't that would be something to remember.  And then of course my nose hurt quite a bit.  It was about a 6-7 on the pain scale.  Very, very sore, but not agony or anything.  I really wanted pain medication, but I was not in a panic over getting it, if that gives you any idea.  I said I hurt, and the nurse gave me Fentanyl in my IV and two of...something.  I think they were Advil.  I think.  I'm not sure, though.  But they were either Advil or Tylenol.  I also got some ice chips and then a glass of ginger ale.  I was in that room for just under an hour or so.

My oxygen levels kept dropping and the nurse was worried about this, so I went on and off an oxygen mask for a while.  This might have had something to do with the Fentanyl, since I'm really not great with drugs, but eventually everything stabilized enough to move me from the post-surgery recovery room, back to the same day surgery ward I had started from.  I was wheeled there in my bed, but I could get out of bed and into the new bed on my own.  My IV was detached but the port stayed in my hand at this point.  I was awake but still groggy and woozy and I had some more ice chips.  I also got up and went to the bathroom.  The nurse shadowed me on the way there, but I walked back on my own.  And my second bathroom trip was entirely solo.  They changed my bandages under my nose, and someone helped me to get dressed because I was not allowed to lower my head.  At this point my pain was probably about a 4.  At about 4:30 (so 2 and a half hours or so) after arriving in the ward, they gave me my prescription sheet from the doctor, had me sign my release paperwork, called my husband to tell him I was released, and called a porter.  The porter wheeled me in a wheelchair to the door of my car, and David helped me in.  

On the way home the pain kept going down, and by the time I was home it was at about 1-2, and remained at that level until 4:30 the next morning, when it went up to about a 3-4 again, and I took 2 extra strength Tylenol.  I had been prescribed some Tylenol with codeine but I didn't need any.

I probably went to the bathroom ten or so times in the first few hours, as my body flushed out the saline solution and all the extra fluid I was drinking to help my throat.  Although honestly my throat wasn't that bad after the first few swallows.  By the following morning it was essentially back to normal.  I used my cooling packs on my face and ran the humidifier constantly beside my recliner - where I also slept.  It was fine.

The most challenging part of the recovery BY FAR was the nose packing.  So, my nose was entirely packed with what were essentially tampons, the strings of which were taped to my face.  And then under my nose was extra gauze taped to my face to catch the blood that flowed constantly out of my nose.  The tampons (they weren't called this, but let's be real here...they were tampons) were there to provide structure and support to the surgical site and also slow the blood flow and give pressure to the wounds.  But they didn't stop the bleeding by any stretch of the imagination.  I bled out of my nostrils and also out of the back of my throat, and there was even dried blood from my eyes.  It was all just blood everywhere.  I scared the children.  Anyway, the packing made you feel very suffocated and I did have a bit of anxiety around this sensation, as I had been warned.  I had been told not to be clearing the clots from your nose, but the large blood clots flowed down the back of my throat so I spit them out anyway.  But technically the rules were not to try and clear your throat or nose.

The nose packing also prevented you from tasting your food, so everything was very bland.  And you couldn't move your face normally to chew or breathe while you ate, and I could only open my mouth an inch or so, so I would NOT suggest trying to eat food in FRONT of OTHER PEOPLE.  Maybe wear a bib and take very tiny bites.  In short, I was allowed to eat whatever I liked, but actually it was very challenging to do so.  Also, I did attempt fizzy drinks and they hurt so I didn't do that again.  Parts of the inside of my mouth were also numb, specifically behind my top front teeth.  I assumed this was temporary nerve damage from the surgery, which was expected and would resolve itself.

Day 2

The first night was a bit restless, and I had one episode of post-anaesthetic shaking, which resolved in a few minutes.  But I woke up clear-headed and feeling good about the day.  I took another 2 extra strength Tylenol in the morning and spent all day sitting in the chair, trying to drink lots of water and breathe the humid air.  I was sore and uncomfortable, but not in pain, and I used my ice packs a lot.  This day I started to sneeze a lot, which increased the pressure in my nose and I had to sneeze out of my mouth.  Despite doing my best not to sneeze out my nose, I still managed to force a lot of thick, bloody mucous out of my nostrils.  I wasn't supposed to touch inside my nose at all (not that I really could, what with the tampons) but I did clean up with gentle dabbing and careful and judicious use of a warm, wet cotton swab.  I also found myself coughing up quite a bit to clear my lungs, which I expected and was pleased to see.

I managed lunch, which I ate by not chewing, and took some more Tylenol.  I dozed a bit.  In the late afternoon the swelling and discomfort had really gone up, so I finally broke and took a Tylenol with codeine.  I also brushed my teeth, which wasn't as easy as you'd think when you can't open your mouth, and took a bath and put on clean pjs.  I knew Day 2 would be worse than Day 1, and it was.  The pain was around a 4 for much of the day, and I coughed and sneezed constantly.  While the active bleeding was essentially over, there was a lot of mucus and clotting going on.  I went through a lot of under the nose bandaging.  Day 2 was when I started counting down the hours before I could take out the nasal packing.  The Tylenol with codeine did almost nothing for my pain, so I took two extra strength Advil before falling asleep at around midnight.

Day 3

Unlike the first night of broken sleep, I had six straight hours on the second night and woke up really refreshed.  I also woke up looking like a spittle bug because oh my land can your body ever produce a lot of face liquid after surgery.  I will spare you the details but man.  Maaaaaaaaan.  I sounded a lot better, though, and could open my mouth about halfway now.  My throat was back to being a bit sore, but the bleeding had essentially stopped completely and I started giving myself time 'off' without the gauze on my face, which was nice.  Around 10am I needed 2 extra strength Advil again, mostly to manage the nerve pain in my teeth, upper lip and palate, and the slightly sore throat.  I should point out that the soreness of my throat at this point was likely more due to increased coughing to clear my lungs and all the breathing through my mouth.

I didn't need to sleep as much today, but did nap for an hour in the afternoon.  I went and stood in the sunshine outside again, ate well, had another bath, and generally tried to take care of myself and rest.  My sneezing was still happening, but not quite as much.  My front teeth and palate hurt more, and I looked it up and found that it was a very common side effect to the septoplasty.  I took two more Advil around 4:30pm.  I was sore again by about 10pm, but didn't want to take more medication, so I used my cold packs on my face.  By the evening I could open my mouth about 3/4 of the way.

Overnight things were hard.  The pain in my teeth/mouth/jaw/throat was stronger - up to about a 3-4.  I ended up taking 2 more Advil around 1:30 am after 90 minutes or so of restless sleep.  The pain never really went away but I did fall asleep again after 3am.

Day 4

Very excited to remove my nasal packing today!  The hospital had told me to wait 72 hours, and I timed that off of surgery start time, which was somewhere around noon on Wednesday.  Therefore, noon on Saturday I could remove it.  I couldn't wait that long, though, so pretty much first thing in the morning, around 7am, I removed it.  Here's how that went!

The nurse in the hospital told me that I should stand in the shower for a few minutes to steam everything and make it all soft, so I did that.  There were two strings attached to the bridge of my nose by a piece of tape.  When the tape was removed the strings would dangle out of my nostrils.  They were attached to the aforementioned 'nose tampons'.  I was supposed to slowly pull the string and the packing would slide out.  I had to do this IN the shower.  My two worries about the removal process were as follows: 

1) What if the string broke and I had to try and rummage around in there and that sounds horrible. 
2) What if the movement disturbs scabs or something and I start bleeding heavily again? 

Removing the packing did not hurt at all, although it was a little uncomfortable.  They slid very easily out and there was no blood at all.  I debated whether it was better to pull them both out or one at a time, and opted for one at a time, with the right one first since my septum was deviated to the left and I figured that one would be the worst to take out.  But honestly they were both fine.  I also mixed up a bottle of saline solution in my Neti Rinse bottle with some purified water, and brought that into the shower with me.  After I took out both nostril packing things, I thoroughly rinsed my nose and sinuses out with the sterile saline.  I was gentle, and I didn't want to disturb any scabbing - only a small amount of mucus came out.

After my nose was all cleaned out, I could breathe right away.  I mixed up another Neti Rinse bottle and used that over the sink, and then I used cotton swabs to very carefully wipe the outside of my nostrils of anything that came out.  You can't blow your nose or pick anything out or in any way go into your nostrils afterwards, so this was my only real solution for cleaning it out.

I took especial care on this third day after surgery do not do anything too physically demanding because I didn't want my bleeding to resume.  I also continued throughout the day to wash out my sinuses with the NetiRinse and to use the Vaseline around my nostrils.  

 - I'll stop here, and update later about the remainder of week one. -

Saturday, April 24, 2021

48 Reading Comprehension/Discussion Questions Instead of 'Did you like it?'

Things you can ask a child about something they've read/heard read aloud...

1) Which character was the most like you?
2) Which character was the least like you?
3) If you were going to make a movie out of this book, tell me who you'd want to play (insert role).
4) What part of this story gave you the strongest emotions?
5) How would you describe this book to a friend?
6) Can you think of 3 words to describe the (bad guy/hero/etc.)
7) Would you be friends with any of the characters if they were real?
8) What was your favourite scene?
9) Did the author use any literary devices that you disliked? (Too much rhyming, cliffhangers, etc.)
10) Why did this book appeal/not appeal to the critics?
11) Are there cover blurbs from other authors?  Who are they?  What did THEY write?  Why do you think they liked THIS book?
12) Is this similar to anything else you've read?  How?  
13) Why do you think you picked this book up, anyway?
14) How do you feel about the cover art?  Do you think it 'fit' the story?  Why?
15) Did you find any spelling or grammar mistakes in the text?
16) Did the story ever drag?  When?  Why?  Why did you keep reading?
17) Did the author use any interesting fonts or designs?
18) Were there footnotes or endnotes?  Did you read them?  Did they answer any questions?
19) Who did the author dedicate the book to?  Why?  Who are they?
20) Is this a good story to read before bed?
21) Was there an introduction?  Did you read it?  Did it help?  Would you suggest people skip it?
22) Was there an appendix?  A table of contents?  Did any of that improve your understanding?
23) Is this the author's first book?  Tenth book?
24) Have you read anything else by them?
25) Were there illustrations?  Who was the illustrator?
26) Who was the cover designer?  
27) Did the title page give you any interesting information?
28) Was there foreign language in the text?  Did you look it up?
29) Did this book make you hungry, thirsty, tired, energetic, etc.?
30) Is there a sequel?
31) How many pages did you read in a sitting? Why so low/high?
32) How would you change the characters, if you could?
33) Did you think that was a good ending?  Would you change it?  How?
34) Did you ever cry while reading it?  Why?
35) Do you think the chapters were split up at good points in the story?
36) Why do you think (character) did (action)?
37) Is there any foreshadowing?
38) At what point did you think you knew how it would end?  Or was it a complete surprise?
39) Could this have been a shorter book?  Or did it need to be this long to tell the whole story properly?
40) Could this be a longer book?  Or would it drag?
41) Who do you know who would like this book?
42) If you met the author, what questions would you ask them?
43) If you could choose a soundtrack for this book, what music would you choose?
44) What other books could you compare this one to?
45) What did this author do really well?
46) What did this author do poorly?
47) Imagine you have a bookstore of your own.  What would you put in a window display to showcase this book?
48) If the author came to a party at your house, who else would you invite and why?











Sunday, April 18, 2021

Stages of Packing Books

 

Stage One (The Green Optimist)

Oh I'm going to pack books today!  Wonderful, yes, let's go to the grocery store and get a dozen boxes and I'll finish the livingroom bookcases this afternoon.  I wonder if the children would also like to help?  Well, anyway, even if they don't it's nice to feel productive, ya know?  Gosh I'm such a forward thinker - so organized and planned.  Oooooo!  I wonder if I could do squats while I get the bottom shelves empty!?

Stage Two (The Excellent Preparation)

Well, now I've got 12 boxes and a roll of tape and I'm ready to get started.  Better make some tea, first.  I mean, I'll be much more productive with caffeine.  Okay, no more delaying here, Amy!  Where should I start...mmm...let's just do homeschool fiction first.  No, no, I might want to read some of that and it would suck if it was packed.  Okay, what about...no, no, I have an essay due next week so I'd better not.  Um...well I could...OKAY HERE'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO.  I'm going to do history, in the livingroom, and if I come across something I think I might need, then I just put it aside.  Wonderful plan.  I'm so smart.

Stage Three (Acknowledging there is a ProBleM)

Crap.  I need all of these books. I didn't even remember I HAD this book.  Am I going to read it in the next two months, though?  I need to start a pile.

Stage Four (Cracks are Showing)

I've used 12 boxes and I'm not done this bookshelf.  Um, okay, um...Okay no panicking!  Amy, you are an organizational maven.  You are lovely and intelligent and if you and your family have a TEENSY TINY problem well, it's fine.  EVERYTHING IS FINE.

Stage Five (Reality Sets In)

"Hello?  David?  Yeah, listen, I know you're driving to the dentist but is there any chance on the way home you could stop and get...yeah.  Yeah I'm out again.  OKAY MOST OF THIS IS YOU, IF WE WANT TO POINT FINGERS, SWEETHEART.  No, no little muffin, Mama is not yelling at Daddy."

Stage Six (The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves)

Alright, kids listen.  I need y'all to stop playing with that tape because Mama is trying very hard to not cry about these books.  Why is this book over here?  This isn't part of that series!  I need to calm down.  NOTHING IS WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.  Alright, so do I pack these all just helter skelter and deal with it while I'm unpacking or...STOP. TOUCHING. THE. TAPE.

Stage Seven (Weight Of The World)

Amy.  Amy.  You need to get these books packed.  You aren't giving them away.  You aren't burning them.  They're just in boxes.  That's all.  Calm down.  It doesn't matter at this point if the series are together...

Stage Eight (Distractions)

I have to take 10 minutes and see how many more titles I need to finish the Dear Canada set.  

Stage Nine (Help Is On The Way)

No one will be able to lift anything, none of the boxes fit on the shelves, who knows what's in any of it, I've already needed four things I've packed away.

Stage Ten (The End)

The moving van is here just put stuff in banana boxes and pray.

Monday, April 12, 2021

Sabbath, City Thoughts,

I love Sunday, and do you know why?  No, it's not because of church or brunch...it's because Sunday is the one day of the week when my children are allowed to play video games, and they are silent.  It's so silent in my house right now, while we wait for David to finish recording and uploading his sermon.  Then we drive to a nearby church that offers a parking lot service, and we sit in our car and listen.  And afterwards we let the dog run wild in the field.  

Sunday isn't my sabbath day of rest, I'm afraid.  Never has been.  If you work 40+ hours a week and DON'T have a wife at home to do all the home stuff, then you come home and collapse in exhaustion and then the days you do things are Saturday and Sunday.  That's just reality.  It was a bit easier when I was a student, because there were often long gaps in between classes when one could run to the grocery store, or do a load of laundry.  But, of course, now I'm at home with three children and I'm homeschooling them, and going to school myself, and all the other things.  So, no, Sunday isn't restful.  It's a workday - a day when my husband is off to church to work, and a day when I am herding people through reality.  

But that's okay!  While I think the concept of Sabbath is critically important, I also think the idea of everyone sitting silently in a front parlour as a family is incredibly outdated.  The video games give ME a sabbath from listening to people clamour for my attention and services.  Here I am, in silence.  I will take my sabbaths as a dozen little moments of peace throughout the week.