Ryan, Brandon and I were overjoyed when we finally got into an apartment after a year of homelessness!!! Move in date was to be be Wednesday, the 3rd of September, 2014 - yippee!!!
So on Tuesday, the 2nd, we used our Harkins card, thanks to a wonderful friend, and we took Brandon to the play place at Harkins and we saw, Let's Be Cops. It was great to laugh and have a date with my husband.
We picked up Brandon from the play center, who had an equally amazing time.
Ryan walked out to the car. I assume it was to massage his lungs with cancer causing smoke but that is a soapbox for another day.
Brandon had dragged me to Wetzel Pretzel to convince me that it would be morally irresponsible for me, his Mother, not to feed him. In this case, feeding him was a bag of cinnamon sugar Wetzel Bitz!!! So I acted morally irresponsible and said no!
As we exited Wetzel Pretzel with Brandon dragging on my right arm making a scene about his cruel Mother and me grabbing a vibrating cell with my left hand, I learned our most recent fate.
I heard Ryan shouting into the phone that our car was gone. I just broke out into a smile. The nerve of that car to leave without us!
I knew exactly what had happened.
Being homeless for a year, also took a toll on other areas of our finances. The title loan company wanted the money or the car. I couldn't blame them. My attorney tried to work things out with them but we were met with a brick wall.
Just a quick note on finances here. Since my salvation on August 8,2011...I wanted to get my bills paid and honor God by doing that. I never consulted God when I took out that Title loan.
Ryan and I finally took a financial management course at the beginning of this year. A light turned on for me. I contacted the loan company with an offer of $5 a month and it was not accepted.
So back to my Gas-X drama.
My daughter, Ashleigh, picked us up at San Tan Village after she finished at urgent care with my Lil granddaughter, Elleigh, who had burned and blistered her fingers on a curling iron. OUCH!
Ryan withdrew and became angry and depressed. I became determined to get us through this.
I talked with God at great lengths.
God reminded me of our recent blowout on I-10 West just east of Fort Stockton, TX. The blowout is another blog in progress - be patient. God reminded me of the car rental on my insurance.
God blessed us with a truck, the only rental Enterprise had that day. We had a car filled with Ryans tools, our clothes, Brandons toys, important paperwork, tent, Coleman stove, pots, everything a homeless family may need. We had a travel bag attached to the roof.
So, the truck was a God send.
Our Bible study group leaders were the first to offer their services in anything we needed to get our stuff from the impound yard, from my daughter and son-in-laws, Ashleigh & Jared Smith. We had been staying with Ashleigh & Jared since we got back in town - they opened their home to us as we found housing.
So we got the truck from Enterprise and we went to the impound yard and and unloaded our car.
It was with heavy heart I said goodbye to my Moms car that I ended up with when she passed away. I am sorry Mom that I foolishly took out a title loan on a car you paid for and worked hard for.
Mike & Jane, our group leaders loaded up their truck with our things at my daughter and son-in laws, Ashleigh & Jared. We had food items that we piled in their truck.
We had warned Mike & Jane it was a journey getting to our new place. They had had no supper and started following us. I felt like Moses leading the children of Israel through the wilderness.
Unfortunately, there was no manna that came from heaven.
We unpacked by moonlight since there was no electric on yet. Our new neighbor Larry provided us with a beat up light from the dumpster that he plugged in the outside socket and behold....LIGHT!!!
We unpacked quickly...like little mice carrying treasures of cheese to their hole in the wall. Speaking of cheese...several days after our move we asked my daughter Ashleigh for our 1 pound of cheese but she said it was not there.
So I asked Jane, she hasn't seen it and Mike had not mentioned it. Later that evening we found out that Mike's truck contained the cheese experiment that had grown fur and was a tad odiferous! Oh the joys of moving.
On Monday the 8th I had a Dr appt and was given Zofran for ongoing nausea. Dr felt stomach issues were due to stress in my life...hmmm ya think?
So I was eating up the Zofran because Tuesday night I was feeling quite yuk. I felt bloated and full. I thought it was gas.
I went to my daughter, Brandi's, work and asked for a ride home. Dropped off truck to Ryan and after we picked up Curtis, they took Brandon and I home. There was something off with my stomach.
Wednesday I really felt miserable in my tummy. I was peeing with no problems - check. I was pooping pudding but pooping nonetheless - check. No fever - check. Pain - skip that, I always have pain so it's inconsequential. Passing gas - NO!!!
So this RN diagnosed herself with bloating and gas. I needed to fart.
I couldn't figure out why I felt like I was in a brain fog. I felt confused and out of sorts.
It must be the new meds I was on!!!
Rested after I took Brandon to school but I just couldn't get comfortable. My bowels, my stomach, my head. Ryan was sleeping like a baby.
Went to pick Brandon up and I still felt terrible. Ryan offered to take me to the ER and I signed up for that. I knew they could somehow coax the gas out of me.
Check in went something like this: How can we help you? Me: I feel out of sorts and confused. My stomach hurts and I think its gas. Lady at desk : OK, well let's get this bracelet on as she attempts to place the bracelet on Ryan!
I am looking at her quizzically. She looks at Ryan like she is about to call security for being uncooperative.
I say, " Its me who is confused, I think." She laughs and giggles. Now I want to turn and run.
I tell her to put the bracelet on and she can go ahead and be seen first. Yikes!!
We get back to the back where Brandons primary concern was watching TV. My concern was farting and soon. Why was it taking so long to fart. I started crying.
Then a line of nurses to start an IV on me. One nurse gave up after the first poke!!! She wouldn't even go up to bat again. Great.
Then came Ryan who served our country in the Navy. He had tons of experience poking veins. Struck him out too. Was their method to scare the fart out of me??? It wasn't working.
So then, let's get Dave from ultrasound to find it. And find it he did.
Then came the morphine - thank you!!!!
The whole time we were in there, Ryan had a prayer chain going. Mike and Jane were my biggest cheer leaders and a source of encouragement to Ryan. Talk about being the hands and feet of Jesus!
So Gods ears were inundated with requests for me to Fart!!! Bring it Jesus like only You can.
I had a Abdominal CT, had blood work, tested my urine. No one brought me any Gas-X.
Finally, the Dr. who thought diverticulitis came in to tell me that I would be staying with them! Why? Was my fart lodged in me?
No, she said I had appendicitis. I said no. I am Dianne Turner and I have gas. She said no, I was being admitted for surgery.
Well, they certainly would be embarrassed when they found a large pocket of gas!!!!
So they put me in cell 1308 and tethered me to the bed with an IV with antibiotics and the ever popular surgical rape drug, Morphine.
In my foggy brain somewhere, I remembered it was Wednesday night and my car insurance would only pay for the rental until the next day!!! So I called and slurred my concerns to the first human I talked to! She got me off the line and onto my claims specialists voice mail.
I bet my claims specialist had a fun time deciphering my slurring and crying. I did tell her I was in for surgery and not being released till Saturday.
I got out of bed at one point because I needed to pee - alarms went off and in come the guards. I was a flight risk or was that a fall risk???
Then I was forced to shower twice with phisohex. I made the mistake of telling someone we had just gotten into an apartment after being homeless for a year! Judgemental. One of the guards said it was to be clean for surgery...likely story.
The surgeon came in and talked to me. He said we had a couple choices, neither included Gas-X.
I told him that God had placed me on this earth with an appendix and I certainly did not sign up for him to practice taking out my perfectly good appendix .
So some chicks, dressed in blue, rushed into my cell and took me out, bed and all. Guess they figured I wouldn't walk on my own - they figured right!
These ladies had a terrible memory problem - kept asking my name and birth date. Then some guys came in and asked the same question. They probably found out they had the wrong person captive.
One guy made my day when he told me that he was giving me some happy juice. Well, it was about time!!! I told him I called it Gas-X but whatever helped him sleep at night. Give me a triple shot of that happy juice.
Cold room, bright lights, then I woke up hurting worse than when I went in. I felt so sleepy,...so very sleepy.
Then the surgeon came in, proud as a peacock, showing off pictures of how he freed my poor lil appendix from its cozy, warm space. The nerve!!!
So the more I woke up the less I felt gas pains!!! I felt pain but not gas.
So they call my gas pains now Post surgical gas pains....guess I went in the hospital with Pre-surgical gas pains!!!
I still didn't get any Gas-X!!!
