Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Fri-yay?

Sort of. The doggos slept well last night. Once the music played on the speaker everyone settled in an snored away. I have a little bit of a headache this morning and my lymph node is still swollen but I made it to the transfusion center. I got my blood work down and expected to need both blood and platelets this morning. Wednesday already had me blew in hemocrit but I know my platelets will not have held the 14 until today. I was very cold last night down to the bone cold despite my electric blanket. I at least remembered my socks today so I’ll have them when I start my transfusion. Picc line dressing also changed – though it looks a little wonky it’ll do.

My plans are simple after transfusion – watching a little TV with the doggos in hopes that B will settle and relax more. The boys will forgo their walkies today and that’ll just have to be. We will fill our bellies with tasty treats.

Blood is taking forever today. I’m a little annoyed because it should have been ready an hour ago. So I’m sitting here waiting for blood which should be easier. The nurse came in to tell me another 12 minutes. I want to be home obviously. The chair is broken so I’m freezing and would really like to get my blood and bounce. The children had a good opening day today! Hit their limit in 30 minutes! Glad they are having fun and enjoying the traditions.

The continuity of my care is off. Sometimes my premeds ate 50mg of Benadryl and then sometimes it 25mg. Sometimes I’m 120ml for first 15 minutes then bumped to 200ml but now I’m cycled to 300ml. It does drives me not because there is no consistency. The nurse was the secondary at my first transfusion. Today I’m clear to what I’m saying – this is the self advocacy that I hate having to perform. This nurse today and I are starting to raise the temperature. And bring that I’ve sat here since 7:00am I’m annoyed and my patience is thin. It’s 10:00am and blood is only just starting.

The doggos need to go potty soon. So I would really like to get home. Wingstop didn’t have my order in their system. It’s fine. I asked for a refund and went home. B peed outside, peed on Y and then came inside and peered on carpet again. He got a butt spank for peeing on the carpet. He’s still anxious that he’s not in his own home. Y is relaxed and ready for the next nap.

Ready for the Nap

Looking at him – I’m like you need weed lol. He’s panting so much I feel like I’m hyperventilating hahahahaha. B is finally laying down. Waiting for him to calm down still. He’s got ants in his furry pants.

Anxious Pup

My lunch didn’t work out. Dinner was a hodge podge as well. I decided to watch FBI instead of Bluey. B has a serious case of can’t relax. I’m going to watch another episode and then it’s night night time for everyone.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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