Ouch, etc.

This last month has been a bit of a blur for me. A week after we moved into our new house, I started to get a really bad toothache. This tooth has been cracked for awhile, and I think it finally broke a little more– just enough to expose the nerve.

From there, it only took a few days to get infected, and then I was in a heap of pain. Anyone out there who has had a serious toothache knows exactly what I’m talking about. Nothing else is on your mind but that tooth, and how you wish you could just rip it out. Although the two pains are a different type, I would say that a bad toothache and delivering a baby is comparable when it comes to the amount of pain experienced (and I have never had an epidural before). BUT — for the record — I think labor is more painful. Not much longer and I will be fully reminded of how that feels! (o:

I don’t like taking medications or pain killers, etc. while I’m pregnant, and I’m certainly not about to have novocain injected into me or get an x-ray of my teeth while I’m pregnant. So, I talked my new midwife into prescribing me an antibiotic (better than the other options) to relieve the pain and to buy me some time until the baby is born. That helped some, but still, every time I would eat anything, my tooth would ache BAD and it would be at least 20 minutes before the pain would subside– mainly because of the nerve being exposed. Then I would dread eating, but that cannot prevent a pregnant person from eating, and so the cycle went on. 10 days later, I finished the antibiotic. What now. It still hurt when I ate.

Then I remembered– about a month or so ago, I was listening to NPR on the radio and they were airing a documentary about the poor people of Appalachia. You know how NPR is– you hear dogs barking or children crying or people working in a coal mine in the background, while the reporter talks about the people of Appalachia like they’re some weird sorry breed of animal, and how sad this interesting breed or speciman really is. They go on and on talking about the horrible conditions that they live in (which really is sad– I’m not doubting that)– but then — I hear a stroke of genious! They would fill their cavaties with candle wax. How brilliant is that?!

And so, here I am, going on day 3 with NO pain. I sealed up my tooth with a little blob of candle wax (unscented of course). I am so thankful for hearing that documentary when I did– I could just hug the person who was interviewed. What a great idea!

So I am now just hoping and praying that it will keep me pain free until after the baby is born, and maybe then we’ll also have some kind of dental insurance (although that may be wishful thinking).

Other than that, (and the really bad cold I got last week) things have been great. Matthew is working 2 jobs for the time being, and still patiently waiting for his Bar results. We all LOVE it here, and the baby is getting huge– evidenced by my massive belly. Looking forward to having some furniture again someday (keeping my eye on craigslist)– we sold it all before we moved from Virginia. We love our neighborhood, our new church, and everything that comes with those things. God has been good to us by making this move work out– the details on how it all happened are really amazing.

I’ll try to keep you all a little better updated in the future, but no promises. (o:

Around the Island
Back in the woods behind our house



Beet Juice Drop
A drop of beet juice falling from the juicer.

Several weeks ago we bought a juicer to help with M’s high cholesterol, high blood pressure, etc. We have not had his levels checked yet to see how it’s working, but he has been feeling a lot better and has had a lot more energy.

He was feeling especially good the other night, and he was joking around with the girls at the dinner table, when suddenly he stopped, looked over at me with a very serious expression on his face and said, “Wow. I hope I don’t become obnoxious.”

(o: He’s so great.

Wild Pigs!

Investigators have linked the outbreak of E. coli bacteria in spinach, which killed three people and sickened more than 200 others across the United States, to wild pigs. The pigs could have spread the bacteria by trampling fences around a spinach field in California.

Samples taken from a wild pig, in addition to stream water and cattle from the ranch, have tested positive for the strain of E. coli implicated in the outbreak.

But investigators have not gone so far as to declare the pigs the source, and are still looking at other possibilities, including runoff, flooding, irrigation water, fertilizer and other wildlife, including deer, as possible sources.

The outbreak appears to be over, and no one has become ill from eating contaminated spinach since September 25.

~USA Today

Goat Cheese Omelette

With M still slightly recovering from his illness from a little while back, and with the recent discovery of his high blood pressure and high cholesterol, I have been trying to feed him more healthy foods. The Maker’s Diet book (thanks again Urs!) has been brought back down from the shelf, and I have been picking through the recipes in it to see what I can make on our budget.

I tore myself from the bed this morning shortly after 6:00 (yes, that’s early) to make him an onion and goat cheese omelette, but lo-and-behold, I dilly-dallied for too long, and I didn’t have it ready in time for him to be able to eat it before he had to leave for class. So… I decided that I would eat it. Well, R smelled the omelette cooking and asked if she could have some too, instead of cereal, so I gave her a third of mine.

So, we’re sitting there eating our breakfast, when R decides that she doesn’t like the omelette. I told her that she had to eat it anyway. So, she took another bite and started to cry saying that she didn’t like it. I told her that she was the one who asked for the omelette, and she was going to have to eat it. She cried some more, so I took some omelette on her fork and stuck it in her mouth, which resulted in her throwing up into her mouth with a very loud burping sound.

As I was holding a napkin up to her mouth, I looked down at her and said with a surprised tone, “R___, what was that?!”

She looked up at me and said, “That’s me not liking it!”

Long Strange Illness

As many of you know, we have had a pretty rough last few weeks. Here’s the scoop…

M had been very sick, and the doctor could not figure out what was wrong with him. She had actually used the word ‘mystery’ at least once while talking about his condition. He had been in bed for over a week with a fluctuating temperature, chills and cold sweats, achy joints and muscles, and a horrible headache among other things. He was tested for many different things like lyme disease, lupus, and hepatitis.

He had an MRI of his head last week to see if there was an aneurysm in his brain. As many of you also know, his father died 14 years ago from a brain aneurysm, and it can be hereditary. M’s headaches and high blood pressure are a few symptoms that had been concerning the doctor and us, hence the MRI. The MRI showed no aneurysm, so we are VERY thankful for that.

Other than the pain killers he had been taking, he is now taking beta-blockers for his high blood pressure, and I think that has helped and has also helped with the headaches. All of us here have been waiting on him hand and foot as to not stress his pretty little head about anything. (o: Kidding. We would never do that! (o: Kidding again.

He had some more blood tests done this past Friday, and his liver enzymes were closer to normal but not completely where they should be. Anyway, we are happy that he doesn’t have to go to a specialist, and that he has been gradually feeling better. He is supposed to go back again in about a month to see if everything is totally normal again.

Last night, I was looking through a book that Abby’s mom recommended to me years ago, and M’s symptoms were strangely similar to Malaria. I don’t think they tested for that, though they did ask him a few times if he had recently been out of the country. He said he had just been to Alabama. (o:

We are hoping that the neurologist will give us a copy of the MRI so that we can get it framed and hang it on the wall. Not many people have a picture of their brain to hang on the wall. It should be a real conversation starter.

I want to thank everyone who has been praying for us. Life can seem so dark when things like this creep in, but they are always for a good purpose to those who love Him, and I am thankful for God always working on us.