Ulcer, Ulcer

That's what the GI Specialist's scope found when Robert had his procedure done last Thursday. I figured that's exactly what he would find. Oh and some stomach erosion. No word from his doctor as to what's causing the erosion or the level of severity of it, but it's there nonetheless.

Motown

Yep, it was Motown night on American Idol. I haven't finished watching the episode but let me just say, I am very envious. Throughout the course of the last year or so, I have come to the conclusion that I have a lot more soul to my voice when I sing than I previously gave myself credit for. I think I would have had an amazing shot at Motown night (keep in mind, this is the only time I'll even remotely toot my own horn). Top song choices for me would have been: I Heard It Through the Grapevine, Midnight Train to Georgia, and probably Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye.

Update

I went with Robert to meet the GI specialist on Thursday and the appointment was less than productive.

He reviewed Robert's symptoms and poked on the lower portion of Robrt's stomach asking if it hurt. I was under the impression that Dr. Mosier would be at the appointment as well but that was not the case. The scope is scheduled for this upcoming Thursday but since I don't exactly know what's to happen, I won't even try to speculate.

Robert hasn't had one bout of stomach problems since the appointment and I know he's tempted to cancel the appointment but I know that isn't wise. In the meantime, all we can do is wait.

Doctor, Doctor

I'm taking the hubs to a GI specialist tomorrow afternoon. For those who don't know, he had lap-band surgery two and a half years ago and has lost around 265 lbs.

Up until now, it's been smooth sailing but about a month ago, he began complaining of heartburn-like symptoms. It's gradually gotten worse and he says it feels like he's drinking buffalo wing sauce. Even worse, he began vomiting blood about a week ago--a pretty substantial amount every time.

We have a friend who went through the exact same thing and it was ulcers caused by the band slipping. Tomorrow he'll have to drink Barium and they'll take X-Rays. I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Update soon to follow and to read about his lap-band journey, check out www.wcmessenger.com/losingbattle.

Home

I'm at Kids Kastle in Highland Village for my youngest son's football practice and it makes me nostalgic for my childhood home in Highland Shores.

I grew up in that house--well, I spent 17 years of my life there--and it's about 1/4 of a mile from where I sit, parked in my car.

I'll never forget the day my parents moved out. They were leaving their gorgeous subdivision and nearly 3,000 sq ft home on a cul-de-sac in favor of a single story abode in Plano.

It was time, in their minds, to downsize. The afternoon we left the house for good, I cried. I had always imagined owning the house myself one day and enjoyed daydreaming of how I'd decorate it when it became mine.

We were at dinner w- my parents in this neck of the woods a couple of weeks ago and I asked my dad if he missed living here. He frankly responded, "Yes," and without hesitation I agreed.

I Love My Couch

I love it because I always have the strangest dreams when I'm on that couch. Case in point: I woke up from a nap a little while ago in which I dreamed that I was in a music/cooking class and we were put into groups to sing a song and cook a meal.

The song my group was supposed to sing was Dolly Parton's "9-5" and I was all excited because I love that song. After we sang, I got so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open; it was as though they were made of lead and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help falling asleep.

My group kept trying to keep me awake but they had no luck and then, through half-open eyes, I noticed that the painting on my living room wall of a little girl that my Grandma Iona painted started talking. I don't remember what she said or who she spoke to, though, and my phone ringing woke me up.