I stole some quiet moments this morning stolen from the laundry stolen from the study stolen from the dishes. The dishes did not complain – they wait in silence. My coffee accompanied me to the beach (never steal time from coffee) and we sat and watched the slow roll of waves and the sand . . . → Read More: stolen moments
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 February 8, 2012, 10:02 pm
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Just a quick update – we’re not going to Merida until this weekend. We just couldn’t get everything organized in time and figured it would be better, in the event that Jamie will require surgery (and I would require a brain transplant ha ha), to be there at the beginning of the week. So . . . → Read More: the Presbyterian Church like enjoys you not We’re so incredibly black humoured. Jamie and I have been sitting on our collective hands (not literally – that would just be weird) doing nothing about his ass thing and about my head thing. So today I took him to the doctor. We went to the general doc ($28USD) who said, “hey you have . . . → Read More: ying and yang Jonna and I have had a couple discussions on the fact that although we live in Mexico it is a different Mexico from much of the rest of the country. She is quick to correct me that while it is Real® Mexico, it is a Real®Tourist Mexico. And she is right. But the other . . . → Read More: Tourist Mexico vs Real® Mexico Today I attempted to connect with other unschoolers on an email list and was told that since Jesse went to Kindie (his choice; I SO TRIED to talk him out of it) I couldn’t call myself an unschooler for this and many other reasons. Honestly, I don’t really care for labels. I was, however, . . . → Read More: Turning in my unschooling membership card We finally made it to Bead Beach! I had to wake the boys from a deep sleep at 2pm, but they were happy to be included. They only stayed up to 5am this morning. We used to go to Beach Beach somewhat frequently until Hurricane Dean last year, and then all the signage we . . . → Read More: Beads, jewels and whales, Oh My! Fourteen years ago I became a mother and my life changed so profoundly, I hardly recognize the woman I was before. I hadn’t planned on motherhood at 34; when I was 9 I remember very clearly telling my grandmother that I would NEVER marry or have children. She wisely told me I’d change my . . . → Read More: and so the journey began… Well, the great dog experiment 2008 was an awful failure. She is a WONDERFUL, smart, loving doggie but Jamie is allergic and we have suspicions that Sissy is also. It isn’t a mild allergy either, so after 2 nights here he bravely told the kids that she’d have to go back to the shelter . . . → Read More: Lonely for Luneta Ha! Not a chance! But I was heartened to find that while I still need to perform a fine tooth combing of November and December, we spent only around $33K last year. Of course, that doesn’t include palapa costs. A quick perusal of the palapa spreadsheet shows we spent about $8200 on the palapa . . . → Read More: The year in review |
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When I started on this journey of what is causing the mareo (dysequilibrium) I began with a visit to the hyperbaric chamber in Playa del Carmen, where the doc there comes highly recommended. Both times I visited him he said he strongly suspected an inner ear thing but couldn’t pin it down and that I really should see a specialist (especially since I couldn’t get it to stop even with his treatment). So I then began the quest to donate the maximum amount of money to the Mexican medical system possible. In the future I am going to take what this guy (I wish I had his card handy, but I can’t remember his full name – I’ll edit it in when we get home) says as The Ultimate Word in Diagnosis. Unfortunately for our budget, all the specialists I saw were intent on scaring the shite out of me by saying it couldn’t be vertigo (even the current ENT/Neuro says that – he can’t produce the nystagmus that needs to accompany vertigo) and it had to be a brain issue. I knew it wasn’t a tumour, but after 3 specialists showed their concern (the ENT from Cancun actually looked frightened for me) I thought maybe I had some neoplasm on a nerve or something. So we did the big test (MRI with and without contrast; my veins are almost back to normal) and I got nuthin up top. Big empty Homer Simpson space. So that’s a good thing. 