It started with shoulder pain. And then some tingling in my left hand sometime last week. Over the next few days it got worse, not better.
By Friday my right hand was feeling a little tingly too.
Maybe it’s carpal tunnel.
Maybe it’s worse. Googled Heart Attack Signs for Women…
Convinced myself I was dying.
Maybe it’s a tumor.
Marco talked me down from the ledge. By the time I got home from work, I was feeling better. Thought, I’ll go to urgent care tomorrow if my shoulder is still bothering me.
Took it easy on Saturday. The tingling still there. Didn’t have much strength in my left arm.
During the day, we were busy, so I never did make it to Urgent Care. Took a motrin. I probably should have gone, but we had plans for a date night, early dinner. Marco tried to massage the spot on my back/shoulder. I screamed. OUCH!
Ok it’s probably not a heart attack. My back/shoulder hurt like hell though. Carrying almost 40 pound twins will do that.
Got up super early this morning and took the twins to Knotts.
The tingling still in my arm, both hands. and now my legs too.
Surely I’m dying.
I envisioned paramedics having to take me away from the park.
Had some fun taking the twins around Camp Spooky.
Realizing my strength was not what it should be. Am I feeling short of breath? I am, I think. Why am I so clammy?
After we leave, I should definitely go to urgent care.
The twins were having fun, paramedics would ruin this experience.
Soon the twins were cranky and wiped out.
And I was still feeling all the symptoms. Plus my chest was kind of achy. What if I have a blockage somewhere. Isn’t heart disease the silent killer among women? Oh God, I’m dying, right?
I called my sister as we left the park, she suggested I go directly to the ER and not wait to get into urgent care. She met me there so Marco could take the cranky twins home.
I’m happy to report that the very cute, super nice doctor assured me that I was not dying. He did an EKG to make sure. But he said the symptoms I’m having are typical to panic attacks and anxiety. Also the muscle strain in my back/shoulder area. Am I under stress by any chance?
HA and also, HA HA!
Blood pressure was a little high, but that was likely due to my imagined imminent death.
A little valium and a huge nap, and I’m feeling a little better.
Time to go back to the psych and counseling center.
Anxiety is stupid. But it’s not imaginary and I have to do something about it.
My poor Isa gets it from me.
The good thing is, no one is dying.
Disclaimer: GigaSavvy has invited me and my family to experience Camp Spooky at Knott’s Berry Farm. No other compensation has been given. All opinions are my own.
One of my favorite things to do in Southern California is visit Knott’s Berry Farm. The theme park has grown over the years from the early days of my childhood when my grandparents would pick us up and take us there for delicious chicken dinners and a walk through the ghost town.
We’ve been fortunate to visit Camp Spooky over the past couple of years as a family and always have a great time! Halloween fun for the little ones. Making memories that they will carry with them as well.
This year, I’m especially excited because the twins are a little older and will get to experience it on a different level than when they were babies. I can’t wait for their reactions and see them sing and dance along with the Charlie Brown’s Spooktacular.
KNOTT’S CAMP SNOOPY TRANSFORMS INTO CAMP SPOOKY WEEKENDS IN OCTOBER
Buena Park, Ca – Weekends in October, Knott’s Berry Farm invites you and your family to join in on the Halloween fun in Camp Spooky. This daytime, non-scare celebration, of cheer rather than fear, is the social event of the season with shows, activities and of course, trick-or-treating all geared for kids ages 3-11.
Kids can take part in “Snoopy’s Costume Contest” and show off their costume as they join the affable group of monsters, and the PEANUTS characters, in a spirited procession through Camp Spooky.
In the Camp Spooky Theatre “Charlie Brown’s Spooktacular Show”, will have you singing and dancing in the aisles to all your favorite Halloween tunes. Kids of all ages can explore the wacky hijinks of the Monster Factory, a fun interactive maze where the little ones create the things that go bump in the night.
Also included with theme park admission, your little ghost, goblin or monster can fill their complimentary goodie bag with sweet treats given out at the five Trick-or-Treating locations in Camp Spooky. At the “Creepy Crawly Critter Cave” Knott’s park naturalists will amaze with slithery, slimy, creepy, crawly critters.
The whole family will enjoy “Scary Stories at the Lodge” where master story tellers will spin the craziest, creepiest, silliest tales this side of the “Great Pumpkin Patch”. And what goes better with a story than a delicious cookie that you can decorate yourself at the “Kooky Cookie Painting.”(Small fee applies)
Camp Spooky runs weekends October 5-27 and is included with regular park admission. Knott’s Berry Farm Theme Park operating hours are 10:00 am to 5:30 pm. For more information on all the exciting things that are going on at Knott’s Berry Farm, call (714) 220-5200 or visit us online at www.knotts.com.
– KNOTT’S 2013 –
I don’t remember exactly when or how it started. I mean I kind of remember.
The babies were itty bitty. And my friends, Briya and Miss wanted to come over to visit the cutest twins ever born. And there happened to be an award show on? The Oscars maybe? I don’t remember. Mama Brain.
And then they came over again the next award show. Because hey, we like an excuse for a party!
And now it’s a thing. And we moved to a bigger place. And the babies are not itty bitty anymore. And more people come.
But for me, not only is it an excuse to have fun visiting with my friends.
But it’s an excuse to show my friends love through my cooking. And trying new recipes.
Oh and there’s some wine. Or margaritas. Or something.
This is how we did the Emmys.
Appetizers – chips, salsa from Fresh & Easy, and my homemade guacamole; figs with honey goat cheese wrapped in prosciutto; salami, white cheddar cheese and sea salt crackers.
Dinner – Tostadas made with my slow cooked Mexican roast and all the fixings
Dessert – chocolate cupcakes with caramel cream cheese frosting
I love the tradition we created!
A table for six with two high chairs please.
“Mom, can I have a milkshake?”
Sure. Order the Jr. Shake. (I realize afterward it would have been wiser to order one regular shake and split it between the two of them.)
A couple of burgers and sandwiches are ordered. Twins are given goldfish to appease them until their meals arrive.
Ok, girls. We brought you here for a FAMILY MEETING.
Their heads snap to attention and their eyes get big.
We’ve never done this before. This must be serious.
We need to talk about the way you have been behaving toward us and each other. We are a family. A family that needs to show each other respect.
We can’t have you yelling at each other. Or talking back to us. The eye rolling, feet stomping, door slamming, hitting, biting, all of that… it stops NOW.
You are already grounded for two weeks. You’ve lost privileges. That is non negotiable. It’s done.
Here’s the thing.
WE. DON’T. LIKE. IT. EITHER!
We don’t like it when you are grounded. We don’t like to have to ground you. But we can’t have you acting like the rules don’t matter. You have responsibilities around the house. You have responsibilities with your school work. And you have responsibilities as our children and as sisters. You can’t go around treating everyone around you like garbage.
If things continue the way they are, we won’t be taking you to soccer and drama and girl scouts.
You might even have to change schools.
Their eyes get even bigger and their lips start to move in protest.
So let’s talk about how you’re going to change things so you can continue to do the fun things. So you don’t keep getting grounded. Let’s set the standards. What are you going to change?
I have no idea if it’s going to work. But I had the crazy idea of Family Meeting to take place at a neutral location of Denny’s. Where we could command attention. Where there would be no talking back, yelling, or stomping off to their bedrooms. I think we might continue having them down the line.
The last few days have been better. Not perfect, of course. But the standards are set.
Heaven help us raising these girls. We’re just doing the best we can.