Friday, December 13, 2013

Jeep Momma -- Abducted by Aliens ???!!!

 WAITING IS THE HARDEST THING
You always hear stories of people being abducted by aliens and then returned home unharmed.  And these abductees always talk about being probed and scanned by the aliens. Well, I think I figured out what happened to them -- an MRI.  I had one earlier this week. It was quite an experience -- a very "sitting on the edge of your seat" experience.  What I can't figure out is why -- in this age of technology -- is the machine so noisy.  And it's not just one specific noise.  There are all sorts of banging, humming, buzzing, & pounding sounds.

Since I had both a brain and lower back scan, I was pulled in and out of the tube four times -- each time I was in the tube for at least 15 minutes, one time 25 minutes.  The first time was very nerve racking --just the fear of the unknown and knowing you were enclosed in a tube.  Then when the noises started - OMG!  My eyes were squeezed shut, I didn't open them once. The anticipation of what noise was coming next was terrifying -- because if you moved -- you would have to start all over again. Well, by the third time I was an old pro.  No big deal. I just laid their and counted the sounds over and over again.   But I'll never want to do that EVER again.

So now, I sit and wait for the results. My brain went into overdrive. Of course I'm thinking cancer -- tumor. I'm a "the sky is falling, the sky is falling" type a person when it comes to health issues.  A friend told me to relax and take my mind off it - read, sleep or bake.

Bake -- me ---HA!  I never bake.  First off, it's too precise for me.  I'm more
of a dash of this, shake of that -- take a taste, add some more -- take another taste. Then... there is the whole little complex I have about baking. When I was in junior high, my Home Economics teacher was taste testing one of the muffins I baked.  She spit it out and said it was horrible, it tasted like soap.  Apparently, I measured wrong. The recipe asked for 1 teaspoon of baking soda, I added 1 tablespoon.  Oops!  Well, needless to say, this teacher's reaction defined me as a baker for the rest of my life.  Teachers sometimes don't realize what a profound effect they can have on their students, good and bad.


So now,  I decided to take baby steps with baking. I made some white chocolate clusters and fudge.  My husband told me NOT to make it ever again.  Not because it was bad -- but it was just that good.  It was all gone in a matter of two days --  we have gained a lot of weight from all that sugary yumminess! 



The baking -- as simple as it was -- worked.  It took my mind off the MRI and brought some happiness to my family at the same time.

The recipe for the white chocolate clusters is so very, very simple. 
  • Melt a bag of white chocolate chips in the microwave for two minutes. 
  • Then stir in your favorite snacks -- marshmallows, pretzels, crushed Oreos, peanuts, Carmel bites, toffee bits -- the list is endless. 
  • Then you drop a spoonful of the mixture onto wax paper and let harden. 
WAH-LAH!  I'm now a baker - HA! 

Maybe next time I'll use dark chocolate and some healthy non-sugary, non-starchy bits. The fudge is typical fudge recipe, but I layered the bottom of the pan with marshmallows before I poured the fudge. 

So the waiting is over -- at least for most of the results.  My back is pretty normal with minor arthritis -- which I knew.  Still unsure of the brain and my numbness in my arms.  The scans came back with an unusual amount of white spots which most likely is attributed to migraines -- which I had many, many years ago.  But just to be sure I will now have to see a neurologist. 

Man this getting old thing is scary.  Being in my 40's has taken on a whole new meaning with all the changes mentally and physically.  I can sure be exhausting, frustrating and sometimes depressing.  But as always hopping in my Jeep with the top down always brings back the happiness and youthful me!
Jeep -- It's not Just an Adventure!  It's a Good Life.