Gabrial Iglasius

So at the local college - Rose State College. It was pretty fun! They had 4 comedians in all! The other ones weren't as funny, and were mostly dirty! But Gabrial did a great job. He did about half of new stuff and then people wanted him to do some of his old stuff. It was funny because even though you've heard something a lot is still funny when you hear it live! So if you get a chance to see him go!

Update

So on Tuesday (yes I'm still going with the whole Tuesday thing) we got news of Joe's bike. Well a cop called Joe's phone but we didn't really get the message till Wednesday because Joe didn't have his ringer on his phone. So we found out on Wednesday that Joe's bike was found!!! The only bad thing is that it was involved in a high speed chase! The driver on the bike crashed it and that's how the chase ended.
So the guy is still alive thank goodness he was wearing a helmet which for some reason the cops didn't know what to do with it and gave it to Joe. LOL! I'm pretty sure the helmet is spent because they are only good for one crash. So we are hoping to get money to hopefully repair the bike. The only thing is we don't know if the bike is worth saving. We pretty much have to take it to a motorcycle place and get it looked at the only problem is we don't have a pick up truck to do that so right now we are just waiting. The police report won't even be done till Monday anyways, so we will hold out till them and hopefully move on with this stuff.
The funny thing is the guy who was riding the bike wasn't even the guy who stole it! He said it was his friends who did it. So now the whole thing is just a little crazy, plus the bike was stolen in our county and crashed in another so now we have to work through two different county's which doesn't seem all that fun, exspecially since it's over an hour round trip to the other county's police department. Another crazy thing is that they some how got a key made for the bike. We have no idea how they did this, but I figure they must have had a friend who did it, because for cars I know some places want to see a title to make a key at least for dealerships, but I'm not sure what motorcycles do when it comes to that. I also figure they must have had a stolen licence plate and that's why the cops chased the guy on the bike to begin with. Our Wisconsin licence plate is gone. :(
Joe seems undecided if getting it back is a good thing or not. He is just really made at how damaged it is, it's because the driver crashed it because he really didn't know what he was doing. So who knows where it will go from here.
And as for me, I'm not sure where my head is most days. We didn't make it to church last week because my head felt like it was splitting into two pieces and didn't get out of bed for a long time. I hope talking to the bishop will help, but I'm not sure. I go home next week for almost a week and if I still feel like I need something I'm going to look into some grief counseling stuff the hospital gave me the night of. Wish us luck and please keep praying for us.

I like this a lot.

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I cannot figure out how to copy and paste this, but I have had a couple really just a couple of people say stuff like this to me and to be honest it really does hurt. So think twice before the next time you say something like this to someone how had just lost so much.

The Worst Tuesday of my life (Feb. 2)

So on this Tuesday it started like any other Tuesday. I woke up showered made Joe lunch when he come home for his hour break and then went about doing my normal cleaning duties. So around 3ish I had blood when I went to the bathroom. Not trying to over react I just simply called the doctor and told them that I had some spotting and wanted to know where to go from here. Fast forward till 3:20 when Joe got home from work and I was getting really bad cramps and I was just sitting in a chair bawling my eyes out because the doctor had yet to call me back and I didn't know what to do. So Joe had me lie down in bed and brought me a small snack and we just tried to relax till the doctor called. Joe fell asleep, but I was out of my mind crazy scared so I wasn't able to sleep. So at 3:45 I call back the doctor and say I don't know how the bleeding is going because it looked like it was lessening, but the cramps kept getting worse. So they told me they'd get me a spot to get an untra sound and they'd call me back.
A little after 4 while I'm just standing by my phone I get this feeling like a balloon had just bursted inside of me and now there was blood running down my legs and fast! So right after this happens the doctor of course calls back and I'm trying to explain what happened, but she doesn't seem to get it, she just keeps telling me to get to the clinic. So I tell her I have to change my clothes. So Joe helps me to undress to try not to make a worse mess than what was already going, but it didn't really help. I end up in the bathroom just trying to figure out a way to get out of the house without bleeding over everything. I feel like I want to be sick from all the blood in the toilet, I even tried to shower thinking that would help, which it just made a bigger mess. The shower and bathroom floor (which is carpeted) where pretty dang gross from what I can remember (Joe was a sweet heart and cleaned up everything for me). I even called out one time in panic "it's like someone died in here," only to say just seconds later, "Someone did die in here." So I manage to kind of get myself together. I leave the house with a pad, tampon, and toilet paper in my under ware. I snag a towel for the car and we go to what we think was the place to go. To be honest I don't know if we even made it to the right hospital.
Joe drops me off at the clinic doors and tells me to go in and he'll go park the car. The receptionist had people so she told me to sit down which I did, but I could just feel the blood seeping out and was fearful of the chair that I was in. So I got up and went outside to wait for Joe because I wanted the towel I had in the car. Joe gets there and is wondering why on earth I'm outside. So we walk back into the clinic and Joe's like we need to get to the ER and there was a male nurse that led us there and got us a doctor. As we waited for the doctor I could see the bloody trail I had made from the blood that was now filling my open back shoe. All the staff is trying to figure out where it's coming from and I cry out "It's coming from me." The put me in a wheel chair which at first I didn't want to get into because I didn't want to make anything else dirty. They assured me that they could clean it up.
So I get wheeled strait into a room which I was kind of scared because with military insurance you are supposed to notify them before you end up in the ER and we hadn't because we didn't decide till we were there. But eventually I got over it because I couldn't say anything. I was in and out for awhile because of all the loss of blood. They had to wipe down the floor in my room, they had me strip to my underwear and gave me a gown and put me in the bed. They hooked me up to an IV and checked my vitals. Then I of course threw up which sucked. But they had a bag for me before I could mess anything else up. The nurse thought it was because of the IV, but I told her it was long since coming, because I thought I'd lose it at home. After that was all done they had 2 women come in and completely undress me and gave me a new gown and wiped me up to try to clean me. I would have been more embarrassed if I was with it. They then had doctors come in and out and nurses checking up on me. Joe was amazing though. I have no idea what I would have done if he wasn't there.
So they do 2 different types of untra sounds and don't find a heart beat which I'm not surprised because I think I had lost the baby before I got to the hospital any ways. They gave me something for pain which didn't do anything but make my already spinning head worse. I remember not wanting to even have my eyes open at some points, but couldn't sleep because of the pain. So they start talking about a DNC. Which means Dilation and Curettage, which really means they put you out and they have to scrap what ever is left in your uterus out. They had to do this because I had what you call a partial miscarriage which means that not all the tissue and stuff from the baby was lost, but until it was I wouldn't stop bleeding the way I was.
So for some reason they didn't do this procedure in the ER they actually put me in an ambulance and took me to the labor and delivery place that is associated with me doctor and they did it there. I was there from around 8 or 9 till around 11 something. They did the DNC and then gave me something to eat finally! I was dying for a drink but wouldn't give me anything till after the procedure. So I was able to pee and they let me go home. I got some pills and slept one of the worst nights of my life that night. I never did get blood, though I felt like I needed some everyone who talked to me asked Joe if I always was that pale. Which was a no, but once I started eating things got better, but I still feel weak and it's already Thursday.
All I ask for is understanding. This was the worst thing of my life, it's not like I just passed the baby, that would have been one thing, but I felt like I was going to bleed to death. The fear of bleeding all over my apartment, and the hospital made me scared, more scared than ever. The doctor gave me something to help me sleep and I think that helped. And I was so surprised at how nice every nurse and doctor was and even the EMTS where. It did help to have people be nice to me. Please just pray for us and don't simply just say " there is always next time." Because this was awful and we are at a stand still right now and we don't know what we are going to do next. Thank you. I would have been 12 weeks either on Tuesday or Wednesday. :(

I'm scared of tomorrow (Tuesday)

So the last two Tuesdays have been some of the really bad days. Well last Tuesday morning Joe went to the car to go to work and say that his motor cycle was gone. It was stolen some time during the night and it still hasn't shown up and how the cop sounded it probably won't show up. So we didn't have insurance on it because it hadn't really been used in almost a year so week took anything off and were waiting for it to get warmer to do anything with it. What sucks the most was that we usually don't leave it in our apartment complex parking lot we got a storage unit for it and some furniture that didn't fit into our apartment. So the previous Saturday was in like the mid-60's so Joe took it out and we just kept forgetting to get it back to storage. So that was a bad day and still is still a sour thing in our lives.
The Tuesday before that Joe ended up sick and we took him to the medical clinic on base. We had never been there before and didn't know you had to make an appointment. So they said they'd see Joe, but you know they were just squeezing him in. At first I waited in the waiting room with him, but all there was was a bed for him to lie down on and no chairs. I didn't want to sit on the floor, so eventually I ended up in the waiting room just playing for my phone. By the time we had his prescription in hand we had been there for 3 and a half hours! So that sucked because then we were both just crabby and I was starving on the point of feeling sick. So once again a bad day.
I hope nothing else bad goes down tomorrow!

Dreams

Well since I've been pregnant I have had some of the craziest dreams of my life and like all the time. I had a dream last night that Joe and I had a beautiful little girl. I wonder if that will come true. But we really want a boy first.

RIP Mr. Winter

So this is Winter. He used to sleep with me in my bed while I live with my parents. I guess he tried to do my homework that night and it was to tough for him to do so he just went to sleep. We got the dog when I was about 12 years old and he has to be put to sleep today. He had a good life of good food, extra foods that grandkids would feed him, and the food that he would steal from kids if they weren't carefully enough. He was such a sweet little guy. I will miss him when I visit home next. But honestly he was around 14 years old and we all knew it was coming and dismorning the poor guy couldn't even walk so my mom really had no choice. But he will still be missed.