Post-Surgery Day 1

I am now the proud recipient of my first cochlear implant, the Advanced Bionics Naida Q70x. There is no doubt that I was, and still am, excited about this new journey. But it is too soon to be contemplating another surgery for the left ear.

Don’t get me wrong, the surgery went exactly as expected. But surgery is never expected to be fun, or easy. I have an enormous bandage strapped rather tightly around my head, with what I believe is a massive wad of cotton over my right ear. Very attractive.

When the Tylenol/Codeine starts wearing off, it is unbelievably painful. Not the worst pain I’ve ever felt, but it’s high up there in the ranks.

Can you believe I’m not very inspired to write today?

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Surgery Day

Thought for the day courtesy of The Upper Room: “The body God gave me is a good and beautiful thing.”

Today is surgery day. Right side cochlear implant day. I am showered and dressed (sans deodorant, per the instructions). I am ready. God is more than ready. He has been preparing for this day for ages. Let’s do this!

Surgery! Tomorrow!

Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning I go under the knife. I am getting my first cochlear implant. Tomorrow! I have a strange nervousness hiding within me that I just can’t shake. I just keep praying for Calm, and it keeps coming. Thank you, Jesus! I am super excited about these implants. I have only been deaf for 9 months, but it has been a LONG 9 months. I dearly miss my family’s voices. And music. I miss music a great deal. So tomorrow is a big day. They won’t activate the device until mid-June, so there will still be some waiting. Waiting. The story of my life. Be still, Mindy. Cue Jeopardy music…

Trick question

Last night my son, Luke, asked me if I was still able to make a cake (I went for *months* not baking, due to my health issues). This is how the conversation went:

Luke: Can you still make a cake?
Mom: Yes, sure I can.
Luke: Oh yay! I want you to make a cake for my birthday (in 11 days).
Mom: Okay, I can do that.
Luke: A Minecraft cake!
Mom: {stunned silence}
Luke: It’s on Pinterest!
Mom: {Still can’t speak}
Luke: You have it on your Kindle!
Mom: {long pause to swallow the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach} Uh, okay. I’ll look into it.

That sneaky kid. The next time someone asks if you can make a cake, make sure they clarify before you answer. I looked, and it is on Pinterest (not sure who to thank for introducing him to it), and it looks rather tricky. Even for an artsy person with perfect vision, which I am certainly NOT. BUT, I love my son and I know that I can teach him so much through even a failed attempt at what he is requesting. And if there is one thing I know how to do in the kitchen, it’s baking. So while it may not look like the Pinterest photos, it will taste delicious!

Teach me to pray

I just love it when God answers my prayers, and I especially love it when He does it so quickly!

I pray on a regular basis. Typically it is a lot of “thank you for this and this, protect my family, heal my eyes, etc.”. When I remember throughout each day, I pray for others as well, but not as often as I would like to. So last night I prayed, asking God to bring to mind those who needed prayer. Some were on my prayer list, some were new. I didn’t “feel” like this prayer was any more dynamic or real than any of my other prayers, but I know God can work with it. He knows I’m trying.

Still, I went to sleep feeling slightly disappointed. Then, this morning I received my daily Upper Room devotional email, and it started out with this verse: Colossians 4:2, “Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.” And as soon as I read that verse, I knew God was listening and telling me I am on the right track.

So, what’s my calling? “Be still, Mindy, and devote yourself to prayer.” It sounds so simple on the surface, but as I’m learning, there is much more to it than meets the eye. Teach me, Lord! I am ready and willing. Here we go!

Dinner Disaster

My natural abilities do not reside in the kitchen. My college degree in accounting. Therefore, I am fairly decent at following directions. And that is how I’ve been managing my new role as caretaker of the home and maker of the meals.

Tonight I took a risk. We had some frozen asparagus from I don’t know when, and some frozen salmon I had sampled and loved at Sam’s Club. My husband is a diabetic so I’m always trying to design meals with that in mind. Fish is a good protein, and asparagus is green. But when I read the directions for baking the salmon, I was disappointed to read “place skin side down”. Now I know, of all people, my husband and children are NOT going to want to deal with skins. And frankly, neither did I. But we must eat to live, so into the oven they went. And asparagus boiling on the stove (per the directions, of course).

Everything seems fine, but I’m nervous. The fam arrives home, and we sit down to eat. Everyone tried the food, and everyone ate most of the salmon. The asparagus was a different story. Natalie wouldn’t touch it, and for good reason. I had *murdered* the asparagus.

So we all scrounged for fillers. Mike with a pb&j, Natalie and applesauce, and me with some leftover pizza. Luke was apparently not very hungry. It was disappointing, but you can’t win ’em all, right? Tomorrow will be redemption day: Tacos!

Don’t throw your trash…

Remember that song? “Don’t throw your trash in my backyard, my backyard, my backyard. Don’t throw your trash in my backyard, my backyard’s full.” And then something about fish and chips and vinegar, but that’s not the problem. The problem is the trash. (Sidenote: We are having salmon for dinner.)

Our next door neighbor is not throwing their trash into my backyard. No, they just like to leave a pile of it at the curb. You know, where the trash BIN should be? You know, the bin that the trash goes INTO? GRR. This is not the first offense, but this is the first time it has caused trash to be blown into our yard. I found trash yesterday, and then again today. Because that pile has been there for DAYS.

I would love to go over there and *ahem* address the issue, but I don’t know if they know I’m deaf, and I think if I had to go through that whole “how to communicate with me” orientation, I would lose steam. And effectiveness. So I put the trash in our trash bin, and will let my big burly redhead handle it. But if it happens again on my watch, I’m totally throwin’ that trash in their backyard.