Well. I did it.

I canceled our Disney trip for April. It's a new experience for me to be sure. I'm not quite sure why I suddenly felt no desire to go. Roni said, "You always say that everything happens for a reason, so maybe it's preventing something bad from happening."

Maybe. I don't know, but it's done. I'm kind of sad in a way, but also feeling a sense of relief. It's very strange, actually.

I believe I finally did it...

...had the most embarrassing public moment of my life today.

I was grocery shopping with Kevin, per usual, today. I was trying to reach the diet soda that Roni wanted and, not only was it on the top shelf, it was in the back of the shelf. I was trying to determine how I was going to get at it because it was really far back there. I'll tell you that I'm quite used to stepping on the bottom shelf at the store because, when you're only 5'1" in shoes, you have to adapt. Well, I made the erroneous decision to step not only on the bottom shelf, but also on a case of soda. You probably know what happened. The case slipped. My knee then slammed off the shelf above it.

I've mentioned before what happens to me when I'm in a lot of pain and this was no exception. The world started going black and I started feeling sick to my stomach. Kevin is sitting in the cart and I said, "I have to lay down, baby." He thinks I'm playing and starts giggling. There was no way I could get up or I know I would have lost consciousness. So there I lay feeling like an ass and not being able to do a damn thing about it. When I pass out in these situations, I have seizures. I could not let that happen. I have my damn legs wrapped around the grocery cart and was watching Kevin praying that he would just not try to climb out. After a couple of minutes, I tried to stand. No go. I broke out in a cold sweat and started to go down. I pulled my coat off because I needed to get cool and laid back down on the floor.

The crowd started gathering. GAWD!!! I'm mortified laying there, but had no choice. A very nice lady came by and kept talking to me, asking if I was okay, etc. She said to just lay there and she'll stay with my baby and not to worry. More people came. The question of "should we call an ambulance?" NO!!!!! I'll be okay in a few minutes. I tried to stand. The world went black around the edges and, worse, the hearing started going. If you've ever passed out, you know that that is the last thing that happens before there's nothing but black. I have to lay down again. I laid on the floor and looked up at Kevin. He's starting to look confused and concerned. The nice lady keeps reassuring me that she'll watch him. More people gathered. I can barely hear them. I'm willing this effing episode to pass already. The lady is telling me I'm clammy. I knew that. She grabs a pack of soda and pops one open and tells me to drink it. I don't want to hurt her feelings and tell her that I'm a diabetic and can't have it. It's not my sugar. It's a vasovagal episode. I took a sip to be polite anyway. After about 10 or 15 minutes of causing a scene and giving these people something to chat about to their friends and family, I was finally able to stand without feeling like I was going to faint.

When I was finally alone with Kevin, after thanking everybody (especially the nice lady) profusely, Kevin leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

What a freakin' day.

I wish I could have taken pictures for the blog...LOL.

What a beautiful day it was!

Of course it's over with no foreseeable nice days in our future again...(I'm a glass half full kind of gal, can't you tell?).

Kevin was ecstatic! He has missed being outside as is evidenced by his reaction today. If you're not on FB or, more accurately, my friend on FB (and why aren't you?) you missed this pic of the boy feeling high on the weather...

What I told my boss and what I didn't

I informed my boss last week that, within the year, I need to get off the weekend program and onto 7-3 shift or get gone. She actually seemed happy that I wanted to come 7-3. Hmmm. Of course we all know that, at the rate my facility trades out DONs, she may not even be there by then.

What I didn't tell her, yet, is that I'm going to need to take a leave of absence for 3, or 4, weeks starting at the end of June or early July. The reason being is that Roni is going to have a Gastric Bypass surgery and the estimated time frame is around that time. She certainly will not be able to care for Kevin during her recovery. Since Roni has Fibromyalgia, history has shown that, when she has surgery, her recovery is much worse than other people's. In the past it has sent her into a "flare" and the pain is intense.

I'm not sure how to phrase this upcoming event to my boss. I don't think that they are legally required to allow me off for a leave, but I hope they will not be difficult.

The whole thing is making me a nervous wreck.

Somebody help me with the feed reader...

I have some of the blogs I read coming through the Google feeder onto my phone. I have no idea how they got there, but it sure does spoil you! Now, the question is: Why aren't all of them coming through and how do I make them?

Could somebody explain, please?

You'd never know he's such a happy boy...

The cake:

So, the birthday party had to be canceled because half the family was sick. Totally sucks, but what are you going to do? The cake had already been ordered so Roni and I had our own mini party for Kevin. He, without a nap, was not in the best mood. He was happy when he saw the car on the cake, but, when we started singing "happy birthday", this is the reaction we got:

BwaHaHaHaHa!

The cake made it all better...

Afterward, we crashed and somebody decided to take this very unattractive picture (of me), but cute pic of Kevin: