Kosciusko

Ok, I have had this rant before regarding Kosciusko on another blog... And I am back at it now. I live in Kosciusko County. There are several towns and burgs in this community, but none of them are named Kosciusko. If someone told me to drive to Kosciusko, I would be befuddled. Should I drive to Pierceton, Leesburg, Syracuse, Warsaw, Winona Lake, Clunette, Claypool, Silver Lake, Milford, North Webster, etc.....?

The Journal Gazette newstaff is once again referring to Kosciusko County as Kosciusko. Fact is, the story they are reporting about took place at a cottage on Ridinger Lake which is just outside of Pierceton and has a Pierceton mailing address. I know, this is petty, but its my pet peeve and it just really bugs me. I know the last time I posted about this on another blog, it stopped for awhile, but it has started again. Since my site meter indicates that I get visitors from fort wayne dot com, perhaps they will take note again.

Tragic Week

Reflecting on the past week in the area where I live reminds me of just how precious life is and how quickly our lives can change forever. The week started out with the news of a Warsaw Senior losing his life in an auto accident following prom. The students and community mourned the loss of this child who was taken much too soon.

On Wednesday, a double murder took place in this small community where we all like to say, "it can't happen here", but it did. The murderer is still on the run with speculation of him either killing himself somewhere locally, or hiding out somewhere in Chicago or Mexico. He killed his wife in front of their children ages two and seven...

On Friday, as everyone prepared to enjoy a long holiday weekend, yet another shocking tragedy hit, this time a man killed his girlfriend's two year old daughter, not only did she die of blunt force, there is also unconfirmed speculation of sexual assault. On a two year old.

All of this sickens me and saddens me. I truly love the area in which I live and have often boasted of the peace and quiet of the area and how nice everyone is, it is a community that pulls together and comes through for each other. But in this day and age, nowhere is safe anymore and we all need to be one guard a bit more than days of old.

Beginning to think I could use a fainting couch...

I have not had a lot of good luck since my last surgery. It seems to have taken a bit more out of me than I expected. During the first week I had several dizzy spells and nearly passed out at home several times, falling across the bed or a chair to break the fall, but not actually passing all the way out. Then on my first trip to the doctor's office to have the staples removed (one week later) I had a major pain attack and a bit of a mental meltdown which sent me straight to the hospital for a couple of days.

After returning home and taking it easy for a few days I felt as if perhaps I was on the mend. My surgeon had been on vacation during my first checkup and his partner was the one who saw me and admitted me to the hospital. I had another checkup yesterday with my surgeon who was now back from vacation. He came in and started explaining my test results from the previous week to me and going into great detail as to why I was still in so much pain.

In the midst of this very detailed explanation I told him I was feeling dizzy, he didn't hear me, just kept on with very graphic details. My mother looked over at me and asked me if I was alright. I said no and fell over sideways into the empty chair between us. When I opened my eyes, there was a funny smell (smelling salts) and two nurses, my mom and the good doctor all staring at me. The got me a cold wet rag and told me not to get up because I would pass out again. How totally embarassing.

My first question was if I could drive yet. The answer. Not today. And, use your judgement, if you continue to have dizzy spells and faint, you probably might not want to drive. Use common sense. Practice patience. And remember, tincture of time, you will start feeling much better in 6-8 weeks the pain will be almost gone, oh and the pouch in your tummy will start lessening in a month or so and you "should" regain feeling in your lower abdomen in time also. I guess with all of the other pain I am feeling, I am glad my lower tummy is numb.

In a nutshell, this sucks, I am tired of being sick and puny, and the thought of not riding a jetski for another month or so is breaking my heart.

Too close to my old house....

A double murder took place in Warsaw on Wednesday evening. I first heard of it when my daughter's friend called her and said she had seen a dead body at the gas station when she and her boyfriend went to wash his truck. Later on in the evening I heard of the second shooting. This one happened less than a half mile from where I used to live. My ex-husband lives there now. My boys were with him Wednesday night, they sat out in the front yard and watched the constant stream of emergency vehicles and later the news vehicles. More excitement than we are used to in this little corner of the world. My oldest son asked me if I realized that they probably saw the murderer drive right by the house? Wow.

Full story here.

I am really glad we moved away from town. Not that it can't happen here, but I hope not.

Whew!

I am back amongst the living on two counts. After another stint in the hospital last week, I feel as if I am starting to mend from my surgery. It turned out I had three herneas (tears along the incision in my abdomen wall from the previous surgery last winter) and they were all repaired better than new. That was until I tore a few stitches loose and landed myself back in the hospital living on morphine for a couple of days. That morphine is some fun stuff I tell ya, I am still having some pretty wild, and realistic in my mind, dreams. Myself and I got into an argument one night while in the hospital, I am not sure about what, but they were talking so loud that they woke me up! Sigh.....



So......besides all of that, I tried to do some handy dandy repairs on my computer all by myself, thus knocking myself offline and rendering the computer pretty much useless except to play freecell and solitaire... This required a visit from the computer doctor, who could not even believe what all I had done to it. My computer ended up in the "hospital" itself for a day or two but the good doctor delivered it back to me today, better than new! (I am not sure, but I bet there are some secret parental controls installed to keep me out of trouble now...


I have not driven for the past two weeks and I am going stir crazy, besides my trip to the hospital, I got one outing on Mother's Day and one this past weekend to the local drugstore. I have read two Harry Potter novels in the last five days and am starting my third, (contributing to my weird dreams perhaps?).... So, how has life been in your neck of the woods in the past couple of weeks?

Surgery...Again

Yep, here I go again...Monday, surgery, again.  Turns out I have two hernias, God only knows how I did that, but I did, so Monday the good doctor will cut me again.  This time, the good news is, he is going to start me as an outpatient and if all goes well I will be home Monday night, if not, Tuesday.  Whew.  The bad news.... 4-6 weeks recovery again.