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code blue definition

Function: n

, often cap C&B : a declaration of or a state of medical emergency and call for medical personnel and equipment to attempt to resuscitate a patient especially when in cardiac arrest or respiratory distress or failure Code Blues, doctors had brought her back to life more than once —Bill Bryan>

also : the attempt to resuscitate the patient

I'm back. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I've been here, I really have and I've been wanting to  post... I just haven't. Why, you ask? I don't really know. Maybe because I didn't want anyone to know what was really going on, because then you would comment and I'd be required to reply and/or comment on your blog posts (which I have been reading, btw) I just haven't... felt up to it all. There's been so much rolling around in my mind and in my heart, that I just haven't been able to gather it all together and put it out there.

Anyways... I've got posts, I just have to type them up and publish. And I will. I promise. I'm going to back-date them, but I'll post links for each at the end of this post, so you can find them without searching. Thanks to all of those that have taken the time to contact me elsewhere (facebook, twitter, church) I love you all, and you have no idea how much your hugs, smiles, and support have meant to me.

Somebody get me a crash cart and some coffee... I'm about to bring this blog back to life!  CLEAR!!!

Bringing Miranda's Back...well, back!

4 Days of Awesome! 

Bringing Miranda's Back... well, back!

(back-dated from 5/12/2010)

If you take a look at my last post, Hiatus - I was in a pretty bad place. Hurting, cranky, and worried, I was not really in what you'd call a 'good place'.  Today, however, I'm a bit better. Yesterday I went to the doctor and had my first, and hopefully only epidural shot for my back. I woke up this morning almost completely pain FREE! Only some soreness, but what a blessing not to wince with every step! God is good ALL the time!

The visit to the doctor's was not very note-worthy, but I'm proud to say that I went in alone (they wouldn't let Da Boy in, so he and Mr. Man hung out in the waiting room) I didn't scream or pass out, and I wasn't ashamed that I cried a little. It hurt. No, not as much as I thought it was going to, but yeah - it hurt. 


See I wasn't even going to get the epidural. I was terrified of the procedure, scared to death that it would be painful, and worried that it would somehow make me worse. With that said - I owe huge and sincere thanks to a couple of people. 

THANK YOU Mr. Man for telling me "it's your choice whether or not to do it, but I think you should" and praying with me about it. I love you.

THANK YOU DeeJay for telling me about your experiences with this disease and the epidurals. Also for telling me to get the epidural .. I think if you'd said not to, I wouldn't have.

THANK YOU Princess, Loue, Sissy T, Alice, Mark, Debbie & Bill, Brian & Jo, Sunny, Caitlin, Steph and everyone else who prayed for me, talked with me about it, and supported me through this. I cannot explain how much it means to me that I am called 'friend' by so many. I can only pray that I am as good a friend to all of you as you are to me.