Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.

Most of you know that my husband has recently been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Which is a whole lifestyle change and alot of adjustments. You also know that he has served in the United states military in some form for the past 14 years.
Yesterday my husband was told that his last day serving our country would be march 1 2009. They are medically discharging him due to his diabetes and what they call the "inablity to be deployed" He had a chance for an appeal but he needs his commanders backing, and the chance for a non deployable position. His commander told him yesterday that he would be unable to back him because of the lack of a non deployable position.
But to add insult to injury, Chett was told that he can't get a retirement because he's not been there for 15 years. It's a pretty hard time for us. i feel very bad for chett.

A Pox on your house! er...I mean my house

So I had an incredibly long day yesterday. Which included alot of driving, a funeral, a visit with my grandma, and a meeting at work. In the midst of my nice visit with my grandma I got a text message from my husband (who was good enough to stay home from work with my kids so I could go galavanting all over the state.) The text message read "Aria is in touble" My thoughts were...um what's new. This was followed by another text message "bad bad trouble, I am worried" so then my thoughts moved onto "oh great she's done something bad enough to have my husband get worried" but thinking further I thought "well she's three what kind of trouble can there be surely the police aren't involved"
Then another message "we are taking her to the doctor tomorrow" which induced a state of panic in me. I am the OCD one with the kids' health, i have to talk myself out of taking them to the doctor for a hang nail. (yes I do realize I have a problem). So I called him. He tells me he thinks Aria has the chicken pox. So my grandma told me to tell him to put her in the tub it will bring more out. Apparently she went into the tub with three spots and came out with about 30-50.
So I leave grandma's go to my work meeting and then to wal mart for the essentials: calamine lotion, oatmeal and knee high stockings (to put the oatmeal in for oatmeal baths), oh and gloves, to stop her from scratching.
I get home the poor kid is miserable. Spots everywhere. Then she says it hurts when she pees..sure enough...the spots are EVERYWHERE!
So I take her to the doctor this morning ( the last time I saw chicken pox is when I had them at the age of 7). She does in deed have the Pox. Poor baby.
I thought she had the chicken pox vaccine. But upon a closer look at her vaccination records, she never got the vaccine. The doc offered to put her on an antiviral med...but then said it really won't help...so she is home lying on the couch watching She-Ra.
Poor baby!

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Hi all...well I discovered blogspot. So here I am. Just saying hi!