Her-knee-ugh!

By | 2018-04-07T23:19:18+00:00 December 23rd, 2016|animals, anxiety, anxiety disorder, anxiety relief, gratitude, health, holiday, inspiration, Life, medicine, mental health, mind/body, motivation, recovery, stress, stress relief, surgeon, totems, travel, vacation|

I put my pants on ass backwards this morning. No, really, the ass was in the front, they’re not supposed to go on that way, but there I was walking my dog in my ass backwards pants and realizing that I could still put one foot in front of the other even if part of me was facing the wrong direction! I did try to put my hands in the pockets, but that didn’t work out so well. Point is, you never know what life will throw at you (or your country), and even though we can’t necessarily be prepared for every possibility, we can allow ourselves permission to just let it unfold.

Every Christmas, my kids go away with their Dad to see family upstate. They look forward to hanging out with their grandparents and their cousins and hopefully lots of soccer and football in the snow! Every year I convince myself that I am going to take a trip to some exotic location, or Miami, but those trips never quite seem to happen. This year, I was going to finally do it, and this past Monday I decided that I would head to my old stomping grounds in the 305 for a few days of warmth and visiting with friends. Monday night, my hernia, which has been close to me for quite a while, decided it didn’t want to go to Miami with me, so it’s begging to be shoved back from whence it came!

Where’s Sigourney Weaver when you need her?!

Ok that’s not my image, and for all I know that could be a guy, I can’t tell what all those nooks and crannies really are, but at least you can see the hernia there where the arrow is pointing. Mine thankfully isn’t that bad, or big, but it’s a bitch nonetheless and needs to be handled. So why am I telling you all this? Did you know that more than a million hernia surgeries are performed every year in the US? Yeah, I didn’t either, but what that means in all likelihood, is that several of you have probably had the surgery yourself! Mine is umbilical, for information purposes, but no matter your hernia, abdominal laparoscopic surgical recovery is surely somewhat similar. The tips and suggestions those of you, who are now experts might have, is probably very valuable to someone like me! So bring em on! I want to hear what helped you, and what didn’t help you, and what you wish you had known but weren’t warned about. And no, don’t tell me the horror story of your Uncle Sal who ended up bleeding out on the bathroom floor when he tried to pull out a stray nose hair after hernia surgery. But definitely tell me the story about Aunty Sheila whose flatulence was so horrific no one could stay in the room with her while she recovered! Get the drift? Keep it light, keep it helpful, keep it informative, but for goodness sakes, don’t keep it to yourself! We all benefit from shared experiences, so in the interest of helping me stay calm (I’ll have my Totems), please bestow the wisdom of your experiences on me and anyone else who might need it! Thanks and happy holidays!

Stay well.

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Parenting, one stitch at a time.

By | 2018-04-07T23:21:56+00:00 October 2nd, 2015|childhood, friendship, injury, Life, parenthood, parenting, plastic surgery, surgeon|

The text from my son read “I’m coming home. Need some medical attention. I don’t want stitches.” Sure, that’s the moment when I could choose to panic, to get angry, to freak out, but thankfully that’s not the route I go. I’m good in chaos. Like when a dear friend was having some scary heart related stuff and her husband said “I want Julie here, she can help and get s*#t done.” I’m good at gettin’ s*#t done. So I text back and ask where the injury is and tell my son to get home so I can have a look. “There’s a hole in my lip,” was the response, and I knew the first phone call I needed to make was to a plastic surgeon. Thankfully my pediatrician and my google search came up with the same option which made my decision easier. I mean, to have my kids doctor refer us is one thing, but Google too?! I knew I was in good hands. Ok seriously, we did end up in the extremely kind, patient, and well-skilled hands of Dr. Monasabien and his staff. Bloodied, and with what turned out to be more than one hole in his lip, we showed up at the office, which they kept open after hours so my son could be seen. The doctor popped right out and was immediately calming and welcoming. He asked all the right questions, and not to me, but to my son, which I thought was great and empowering for my kid. Sure Dr. Monasabien was mindful of me and my concerns, but his respect for his now patient, was well-received, and garnered him the immediate trust of my son. The doctor explained what would happen so there were no surprises and took us in to the procedure room. Two nurses, who also stayed late to help us, went into action assisting the doctor, while also checking on me. My boy was such a trooper, partially because he might have been in a bit of shock, but also because everyone in the office was so completely chill.

In stitches...lots of em.

In stitches…lots of em.

It turned out to be worse than any of us had initially thought and he needed a boat load of stitches, but thank goodness it was easily sutured. He will heal and have a sexy scar to boot!

Now there’s the matter of how this happened, and it turns out it was a total accident. Basically, my sons very good friend was horsing around and clocked him. The friend walked him home and could barely make eye contact with me as he clearly felt terrible about the whole thing. There was nothing to do but relieve this boy of his guilt, knowing that he’d learned a lesson about horsing around and hurting someone he cares about, and also knowing his parents would handle it on their end.

The message I leave you with is this, boys will be boys, and always call a plastic surgeon if it involves the face!

Stay well.

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