Erica’s Blog

Apparently the thawed bag of frozen strawberries wasn’t closed, and it leaked for two hours in here.  Lovely.

Well, that was icky.  Now I know why they said to take some Motrin for the cramping.  Cramping, pain, weird feelings, and, well…ickiness (I’ll spare you the gross details).  Probably shouldn’t have gone by myself b/c I was a little freaked out afterwards.  Once I was home and was telling Hubby about it on the phone, I was feeling really emotional, that “It wouldn’t take much to get me to cry” feeling most women have experienced.  Later, I was really tired, so I had a good nap, and then I felt better. 

So, now we wait ten days or so for the results.  Hubby doesn’t really want to get into the different options until we know for sure what’s going on.  Doc has her strong suspicions, though.  If it is, indeed, what she thinks, August may hold a hysterectomy for me….

Pray/cross your fingers/think good thoughts/whatever you do for me today b/c I have a biopsy at 11:45 this morning.  Without going into detail here, it’s not a “pink ribbon” situation (the annual squish was fine), but further…south.  Bloodwork came back totally normal, so this is the logical next step.  If any surgery seems necessary, it will have to wait till August, after “Hubby and Erica’s Excellent Adventure”.

I’m a little nervous, but not freaking out (at the moment).  The way I look at it, I’ve survived SO much the last two years or so, that whatever this is, God will help me get through this, too.  Now, this is not to say I’m being cavalier about it — I’m going to go for the most aggressive treatment option so as not to take ANY chances — but I’m confident we’ll get through it, is all.

Well, long story short, Sanjesh decided not to create the supervisor position at this time b/c the salary he would be allowed to offer Hubby would be insulting.  It was something he couldn’t in good conscience encourage Hubby to take.  The good thing is that it’s just “at this time”.  Sanjesh is getting a new boss this summer, and he intends to bring it up with the new guy and work toward getting an acceptable salary rate approved. 

It’s still a win-win situation, though.  Hubby doesn’t have a new position, but he still has a great job, doing stuff he loves and is really good at, still gets a pay differential for being a lead technician, gets paid for overtime, and has fabulous benefits.  Nothin’ wrong with any of that!

Meanwhile, Hubby’s got “short-timer’s disease” b/c he’s only got 16 more days of work before sabbatical.  Every morning when he’s having trouble getting up, he says, I’m practicing for sabbatical.  Mmmhmm….

He’s also prepared for sabbatical by ordering a new custom driver that will be ready next week in plenty of time for him to get used to it before he hits the golf course w/Grandpa Gil in Florida.  It was rather expensive, so he says his golf spending has now caught up to my yarn expenditures.  Hey, he’s the one out there fighting the dragons all day to earn the $$; he should be spending some of it on his one real hobby/sport.

Survey* says…The back of the sweater is cuter than the front and looks like a henley, so the back is now the front, and there shall be no button and button-loop.  (Hey, Mansour won’t know the difference; he’s just a baby, after all!)

* Survey conducted in Round Table Pizza during elementary school monthly “pizza night” fundraiser.  Survey conducted under stringent scientific conditions:  Sweater was held aloft and praised by Ellie, Jeannette, Jeanine, and Hubby.  All participants agreed that the back was cuter than the front.  “Henley” classification suggested by Hubby.

SEAMing…wo-wo-wo, seam-ING….

I must say that I’m really pleased with how these seams turned out.  That said, of course the next thing I have to seam will be terrible.

 Now, to start on some lurvely handknits for Baby Sedona’s “welcome shower” on the 17th (and you wondered what all that Sugar & Cream was for!).