Friday, February 25, 2011

New Chapter




Well folks, today commemorates the beginning of a brand new chapter in the life of the Hamells. Today was my last day of work at Adfitech. It was a great 2 1/2 years working there. I'm grateful for the opportunities it gave me and especially the lessons it taught me. Lessons like patient endurance, work ethic, self-discipline, self-control, and the wondrous trait of "sticking it out". If you know me very well at all, you know that sitting at a double screened computer pumping out production numbers doing file after file of the same thing over and over again for 8 hours a day 5 days a week, is quite against my nature. I'd much rather be out making relationships with people, laughing, interacting, and creating. This new chapter gives me that freedom. I will be serving, learning, growing, and pursuing my passions. It is so exciting! One thing I want to be sure of is that I take care of this house and my husband. I will have more time to keep up the house, and time for cooking dinners and packing lunches and planning meals, and I also want to learn how to sew! Another facet that's just as important to me, is that I will have more time to spend with God, write, and figure out how to pluck tunes out on my keyboard and write songs; something God has been calling me to do for so long. I want to allow God to guide my creative juices to create music that's meant for Him and makes Him smile at me for using the gift of my voice and love for music that He's given me. I can't go my whole life without putting that to good use. And so I intend to start now. It will be an incredibly emotional journey for me; one that will hold many ups and downs. But at the end of the day, I want to be one step closer to fulfilling the callings God has put on my life. Then also, there's going to be more time for me to spend with my friends; to nurture friendships, spend an uninhibited amount of time with them, and soak in every bit of wisdom, counsel, and example I can from my awesome Christian girl friends.

This is a time in my life that I know is going to be so monumental. A season I will look back on fondly. Someday after we've had a baby, or two, or three, I want to be able to look back on this time and know that I squeezed every moment I could out of it pursuing passions and dreams and just, learning. Because once we start a family life will be so different. Harder. Harder to balance. I will have a very different focus. My calling will have shifted. My purpose for life will have been altered. In a very beautiful way.

I know God is doing something huge right now. He is preparing us. He is molding our hearts. He wants me to dive in deep with Him and trust Him and let Him guide every decision I make. I want to fall so deeply in love with Him.

Kailen Nicole Szymanski

Kailen Nicole Szymanski born February 22, 2011 at 9:44am. 8 pounds 4 ounces and 20 inches long!





















We cuddled for a good long time in that chair and I loved every moment.












3 days old and this picture was already entered into a contest. Hehe! Beautiful 3 day old newborn. I love her so much already!!!

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Sick as a dog



This is my funny little storytelling of me having the flu this week. It comes from the perspective of how awful I felt when I had it. Now I can look back on all of this and chuckle, but at the time I felt like a raging lunatic. All of it is true, and none of it was comical at the time.

It was the first time I got the flu. At least the first time I can remember. And, at least we think it was the flu. I woke up Tuesday in ghastly pain from head to toe, couldn't breathe because of chest congestion and cough, splitting headache, cold chills, nausea, and feeling like sheer death all around. Like a truck had hit me. It was pretty darn awful. First I called Bryan with the what-do-I-do's and the man-I'm-so-screwed's and the I-can't-believe-this-is-happening's, and the tears, and then I called my boss who graciously assured me to not worry, go to the doctor, and get better.

I went back to sleep for a while feeling absolutely miserable and then Bryan called me and asked if I'd found a doctor to make an appointment with yet. I said no, then imagined that shoving pencils into my eyes might feel better than looking at my phone or a computer screen which is what I'd have to do to research and call doctors. But, I managed to do it and out of my desperation called the first female doctor that came up on Google for my area. I made an appointment for 2:30, set my alarm for 2, then went back to sleep.

My alarm went off and I literally wanted to just lay there forever. Just the thought of moving made me want to vomit, cry, and curl up into a bawl all at once. But I knew it was important for me to find out what was wrong with me, so after another pep talk from Bryan, I got myself up and into my car. I drove with dark sunglasses and my ball cap pulled down low over my eyes, ranging between hot and cold the whole way there. I had some trouble finding the place but finally did, and then made the trek up a large concrete ramp to the front door. And with how achy and horrible my legs felt that felt almost worse than the CrossFit WODs I do. I scooted my body to the elevator clutching my purse and Smart Water bottle and stepped inside looking down and trying not to breathe or cough on anyone. Understand, I looked as bad as I felt. I didn't even try to tame my hair. I wasn't wearing a bra (not that most even notice when I don't), I was wearing my slippers and black stretchy pants that were horrifically covered in dog hair and I did. not. care!

Finally I made it to the right suite where I was asked to fill out paperwork and not lay on the floor of the waiting room. Really?? You're going to ask a girl in sheer pain and misery to not lie down while she waits to be called back? I ignored them. I laid there until they called me in. The woman snidely commented, "You must REALLY be feeling bad." I ignored her again and just followed her to the room to see the doctor. I took my temperature at home before I'd left and it was 98.4. Well now the nurse said it was 101.1. She said all my symptoms pointed toward flu. After waiting 25 agonizing minutes the doctor finally came and I was shocked to meet an old (very old) woman with bad breath and a mustache. I thought man if I were in my right state of mind (and body) I would not care to be seen by this woman but right now I'm. Just. Goin' with it.

She asked me to lift my shirt for the stethoscope and when she came around to the front of my chest I flinched that she'd see my nudity but she said "Don't worry I don't care." Oh no, she just continued to breathe in my nose her nasty old person breath and it made me want to puke even more. It was horrible. If I wasn't a nice person I would have told her to back off. But. I didn't.

She said the nurse's diagnosis was the flu so she was going to test me for that and see if she's right. She wrote on a little paper and said to go next door and give this order for flu testing to the lab. So I got up (like picking up a boulder from 10 feet of water) and dragged myself down the hall to the lab all the while mumbling to myself about the ridiculous idiosyncrasies of the way medicine works, sending someone who's hurting so badly down the hall to another room to be reprocessed and wait some more, to do something they could easily perform right where I was... but alas... it didn't matter did it. I'd already come that far, so I just had to see it through to the end if for nothing than to find out I wasn't dying. Many mean and horrible thoughts are going through my mind when I arrive at the lab. And as I suspected, it was there that I had to wait even more. Then feed another old woman who typed slow a bunch of information for her data entry screen all the while wanting to scream that I just wanted to go home. Or puke in her lap.

After she'd received all her data, she sent me to the waiting room where I again laid on the floor. After a while the nurse popped her head in, called my name, and I followed her back to a room where she was to do my flu test. I knew she had to swab my nose but I didn't know she'd have to take blood. Without telling me what was going on and only making a dumb remark about the dog hair on my pants and how I should wear light colors instead of black, did I realize she was prepping my arm for a needle. I almost shouted, "Wait! Are you taking my blood?" She said overly calmly as if trying to calm my raw nerves with the sound of her voice, "Yes, that's OK isn't it?" I grabbed my soggy kleenex and stuffed it into my face and sobbed, "Nooooooo...." and just started crying into my hand. She said, "Are you OK? Will you be OK?" And I just whispered, "Hurry up I hate needles and I don't feel good and I don't feel like being a big girl." She hurried and I gasped at the prick and then cried like a 3 year old who can only be soothed by her mommy. After it was all over, she tried having a little compassion for me and asked me if there was anything else she could do for me, but by that time I was so strung out emotionally that her asking that just made me want to punch something. I just weakly said no and started on my way back down the hall to find the first nurse so she could put me in my first room so I could lay down in darkness while I waited for the test results.

They told me 30 minutes. It was an hour. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't get comfortable. The nurse and old lady doctor joked loudly outside my door and described their lunches in detail which again made me want to vomit. Then when I thought about her breath and how she saw my boobs and how I just wanted nothing more than to be home again, I got more and more nauseous.

Finally the doctor entered my room with the results and blinded me by flipping on the light without any warning. Thanks, doc. But oh, at least the results had arrived. I'd just spent the last 10 minutes texting Bryan that I couldn't take much more of this and that that place was just Hell. I was absolutely at my wits end about to walk out of there. But there she came with papers in hand. Hopefully with some sort of diagnosis.

Doctor: "You have the flu"
Me: "What type?"
Doctor: "Well I think you do anyway. Will you lift up your hat? I can't hear you."
Me: "Huh?" (I'm just in disbelief in this moment. That she wouldn't see how miserable I am, and that I'm trying to shield my eyes from the light with that hat, and that maybe I'm not talking at full volume because I feel like crap, and that maybe.... just maybe! She should be a little nicer to me.)
Doctor: "These tests are only 70% accurate. Your test came back negative. But I think you have the flu. Plus your white blood cell count shows you're fighting a virus. So I think you have the flu."
Me: "OK?"
Doctor: "So drink a lot of fluids and don't kiss your husband for a couple days and stay home from work this week and be prepared to be pretty miserable for a while."
Me: "Um, ok.. so that's it?"
Doctor: "Here's a scrip for Tamiflu."
Me: "OK"
Doctor: "Alright, thanks for coming in."

So then I shuffled myself back to the elevator, back down the stupid concrete ramp, out to my car, drove myself home, and realized that 3 hours had elapsed. I wanted to get that Tamiflu in me but I just could not bring myself to drive across town to the pharmacy and wait some more for the prescription to be filled and then finally get to go home. I just wanted my bed. So I drove straight home and eased myself into bed and slept until Bryan got home. Thank goodness for husbands. He filled my prescription and got me all the other little things I'd need to help me feel better and brought it all to me. This is when the anger finally left me and I started to see life as normal again.

Wednesday my amazing friend Mandy asked God how He wanted to use to her to make an impact that day. He told her to bless me. So she showed up at my house with chicken noodle soup, saltines, 7up, and jello, made me lunch, served it to me, then cleaned and organized my kitchen for me while I slept. What an amazing blessing! Even though I still felt like utter death, she made the flu a lot less awful that day.

Thursday is the day everything started to feel like a big blur. I couldn't remember when one day ended and another started because I was sleeping so much.

Friday I finally started to feel a little better. I got out of bed a little bit and did a little around the house. I still wanted nothing to do with leaving the house though and didn't go far from the bed. No energy.

And today is the first time I've felt almost me again. Much better. Thank the Lord for a fast recovery. I thought I'd be down for the count for 7 whole days. Thank goodness I wasn't. Cause who would want more of THAT Mindi around? I know I don't! Phew!

P.S. Needless to say, I will not be returning to that doctors office. Hoodlums.

On Tuesday I'm getting a niece!

Just wanted to share some little pictures I have to commemorate the fact that my niece Kailen is making her entrance into this world in less than 4 days!

This is her beautiful crib and bedding!



These are the invitations I made for Nick & Jenni's baby shower!



This is a little sign I made to hang in her room.


This is the little set up I crafted for loved ones to write notes to Kailen at the baby shower.



This is the onesie and headband and I made Kailen.


This is how I wrapped it!



This is the cake I had made for the shower.



This is the beautiful table set up we had at the shower.




And that's all I got. Just so excited for my niece to arrive! Pray for a healthy baby and smooth c-section for Jenni and quick healing!


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