Facebook Finatic!

Hello, My name is Shannon Kieta, and I am addicted to Facebook.
I do need to get a life. Not sure if the four walls are getting to me, or if I just need to make some friends, or if it really is a good thing. I have re-connected with alot of people I haven't talked to in twenty some years, since high school. It is really fascinating to me that we can pick up right were we left off. And for the people I used to work with, whom were like family to me, I missed them terribly when I left to have my son, and never returned to work. It's like a part of me I lost a long time ago that I have rekindled and I love it! Am I making any sense at all? Or am I rambling?
I first signed up a few weeks ago on a Saturday when my husband went hunting in Ohio for the day. I knew it would be a long day, so I figured, "What the hell!" I was so hesitant to do it before, afraid of rejection. Just like back in high school. I wanted to be "cool" and hang around the "cool" girls. I don't think I was ever "cool". Just "me". I really surprised me of how many people remembered me and openly accepted me as their friend. I can't believe the support they gave me when my mom was having surgery. It's really great to have that connection with those friends again. I hope this time, we can stay connected forever. And who knows, maybe someday, we can actually "physically" see one another! Thanks to whoever masterminded Facebook...you are the man...or woman!

Relief

I have survived yet another surgery of my mother. Each surgery seems to get longer and more agonizing. This one, however, took the cake! We arrived at the hospital at 5:45 as scheduled. Mom was checked in and prepped. We sat with her until they took her up to the OR. Around 6:30, they shooed us out and took her up. At 9am, they paged her doctor overhead. I looked at my dad like WTH? they didn't even start surgery yet? By 11:00, the doctor came down and said she did good and was in recovery. She would probably be in recovery for an hour or two and she could go home. Great! Wonderful! SOOO, my dad says to go to Uniontown and get my back injections (which I have been trying to get for two weeks and couln't seem to get there)and meet them at home. Sure thing! So I proceed to my doctor's appointment. I am leaving my appointment, my cell phone rings, it's dad. They are keeping mom. What???? Why? Her oxygen is low. Great, I'll be back up! Onward with my 30 some mile drive back to Greensburg. I am popping my third Xanax of the day by now. I feel my heart pounding in my ears, my head is splitting, my back is thumping, and my legs are numb. I haven't seen my babies since yeasterday, and I am starving but, hey, I'm on my way! I get to the hospital and she is STILL in the frakin' recovery room!!!!!!!!! By now it is 4:30 pm and we haven't seen her since 6:30 am. I am fuming! My dad is shaking. I am about to flip a dago fit on someone! They tell us she is going to room 400B. We stand outside that room for 35 min. and FINALLY, here she comes. Honestly, do they even give a rats behind about the family in situations like this? We have been at that hospital since 5am and were still there at 5pm. 12 hours for outpatient surgery! Needless to say, I made it through the day, getting home at 6:30pm and dropping over dead! Lord knows what tomorrow holds...maybe I don't want to know!

Tomorrow's the day

Mom's surgery is tomorrow. She is having a tom of work done on her shoulder. I hope all goes well. It's funny, you have people like Hiedi Pratt who willingly have whole body reconstructive surgery, and end up in agonizing pain for nine weeks, and my mom who would give anything to not have to go through this. It's not fair. She has been taking shot's for five days to keep from getting a blood clot. Any prayers would be helpful. I hate leaving my kids for an entire day, it throw's their entire routine off. They will be with their dad, but no one does it like mom. My house will be destroyed, and the kids will probably be hanging from the ceiling fans when I get back. Oh well, it has to be. Wish me luck!

New Year...New Worries!

The year will start off with a bang I am sure! Since it went out with one. We all had some kind of flu bug the last few days of 2009. Nico has allergies, Abbies teething with Molars! Yaaaay! I am ready for the funny farm!
One thing that makes me nervous. My mother is scheduled for shoulder surgery on the 20th of this month. What makes me nervous is the fact that she cannot be off of her aspirin for any amount of time or she will get a blood clot. Last year, she had corotid artery surgery on her neck and had to go off of her aspirin for 5 days. They found a blood clot on her neck the size of a nickel! That is scary! That goodness it was in that side of her neck! I pray to God that he watches over her and keeps her safe through this surgery. I talk to my sister in Heaven all the time and tell her to watch out for mom. I scream at her that she can't have her yet because I am not done with her yet! Should they up my medication yet? Kidding~
No one knows the stress I have been under lately. I can't figure it out myself. Sometimes I find it hard to even breathe. Maybe now that the Holidays are over it will ease up. I hope, because I feel like I am heading for a heart attack. I better go make lunch for my little king! Later!

One Year

Here it is, the day I have been dreading all year. The one year Anniversary of my sister's death. This time last year, I remember getting the phone call at 9:30 a.m. telling me my sister went into Cardiac Arrest and was rushed to the hospital. She couldn't breathe. A few minutes later...another call, she was gone! It seems like only yesterday that I saw her, yet it seems like it has been years since I have heard her voice. I can still hear her laugh, see her smile, see the way she used to squwint because her eyesight was so bad. She was so gentle with animals. She and Timothy Treadwell would have made an awesome couple. She was one of a kind when it came to sick animals. Mom always said that she could go in a cave with a Grizzly bear and they would come out hugging! This is true! She was awesome! She used to drive me NUTS calling me every 5 minutes to tell me stupid things and would not let me off the phone for nothing!! I would give ANYTHING for that phone to ring and her to be on the other end. It's amazing how many small things we take for granted while we have them around. They say time heals all wounds... not really. I cry a little less, but the pain is still strong. I miss her MORE every day, and I can't bhink of gare to growing old without my sister by side to share things with me. It sucks...just plain SUCKS!