I am in a very whiny mood. Even if I was physically capable of smiling, I don't want to. I am fed up of sitting here on this couch all of the time. Mum is taking pity on me and taking me out later and I just stood in a spot of shade in the backyard for a half an hour. It could be worse. I could have taken some people's advice and gotten both done at the same time which would have meant six weeks of no moving at all. There would have been no showers, no standing, no outings, no nothing. I am so glad I listened to my better judgment (not to mention my mother and the doctor). That would have been a stupid thing to do.
But I did have two nice surprises today. The first was that team USA won their soccer game this morning. It was a tense 90 minutes, with no scoring (except a disallowed goal, but that was bologna, because he was totally not off-side). Then in the four minutes of extra play, we scored! It was either minute 91 or 92, I'm not sure... I was too busy screaming. So we're going to the next round!
The other surprise is that I should be able to begin walking again next Tuesday. I have been anticipating it being on Thursday this whole time (all of my appointments have been on Thursday), but I found out today that it is two days earlier! Yippee!!! The silly scheduler tried to rebook it for July 13th, but Mum put her foot down. That would be another two weeks and I am NOT doing that. Nope. No way. Not happening. It's on TUESDAY!!!!!!
23 June 2010
22 June 2010
The Irony
A month ago I had major ankle repair surgery. Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth out. Strangely enough, the teeth have been worse. My face looks funny. I can't talk, smile, or laugh. The world is all awry.
Only one and a half more weeks of no walking! :)
Only one and a half more weeks of no walking! :)
21 June 2010
Twilight Sleep
The anesthesia they used today wasn't general, but something called "twilight sleep." You don't go entirely unconscious. Unlike general anesthesia, you retain your dreaming faculty. This was mine.
The real world faded out and the doctor and the assistants were replaced by some of my good friends. Michelle was the doctor, with Manly-Hanley working as her assistant. Michelle was quite the pro and Jeff was as helpful as he could be while fighting the urge to pass out. In the corner, Chris 1 and Chris 2 stood, laughing at me, cracking all sort of jokes about how funny I looked while unconscious. At my head stood Jacob, wearing his Neo costume from Halloween and holding a large gun. He was protecting me. When I started to wake up (enough to open my eyes, but not be mentally present), they tried to get me to stand up. A man grabbed me, stood me on my feet and when I started to topple, he placed a wheelchair under me and ushered me to the recovery room. Or so they tell me. What I remember (in that sort of way that you remember things, but know they were dreams) is a bad guy grabbing me by the arm, and shaking me so violently that I began to fall down. Then Chris 1 and Chris 2 came to my rescue by scooping me up and running me out of there, Jacob covering us with his large gun. He got those bad guys good.
My heroes *sigh* ;-)
The real world faded out and the doctor and the assistants were replaced by some of my good friends. Michelle was the doctor, with Manly-Hanley working as her assistant. Michelle was quite the pro and Jeff was as helpful as he could be while fighting the urge to pass out. In the corner, Chris 1 and Chris 2 stood, laughing at me, cracking all sort of jokes about how funny I looked while unconscious. At my head stood Jacob, wearing his Neo costume from Halloween and holding a large gun. He was protecting me. When I started to wake up (enough to open my eyes, but not be mentally present), they tried to get me to stand up. A man grabbed me, stood me on my feet and when I started to topple, he placed a wheelchair under me and ushered me to the recovery room. Or so they tell me. What I remember (in that sort of way that you remember things, but know they were dreams) is a bad guy grabbing me by the arm, and shaking me so violently that I began to fall down. Then Chris 1 and Chris 2 came to my rescue by scooping me up and running me out of there, Jacob covering us with his large gun. He got those bad guys good.
My heroes *sigh* ;-)
whoa
Pain medication has re-entered my life. whooooaaaa. But I can't really talk. My mouth doesn't really open very much, so when I do talk iih souwns ike iiss. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
20 June 2010
Today
Today, Sunday the 20th of June, has been interesting. Life is sometimes called a roller coaster, but today could be qualified as one all by itself. :)
At 12:05 am, I was lying awake. Wanda the dog was curled up in the middle of my bed, on top of the covers. This left me on top of the covers as well, and curled around her in an odd fashion so that I might make use of the available bed space. I don't usually let the dog sleep on my bed. Usually she's gated off in a separate part of the house. Last night, however, the neighbors were playing a loud game of soccer in the street which drove our hyper-sensitive dog crazy. At 10:30 she had climbed onto the bed, shaking. I just couldn't say "no." The game ended at 11, which allowed her to calm down. But then she fell asleep. And when Wanda falls asleep for the night, it takes serious man-power to get her to move. Unfortunately for me, the only people with such man-power had gone to bed. This is what brought me to five minutes past midnight. I hear creaking down the steps and realize Dad has come down for a snack. "Daddy?" No answer. "Dad, help." That got his attention. He dragged the dog off of the bed, but then she wouldn't move. She just crouched there, resisting the collar-pulling. So Dad had to pick up that 60 pounds of golden retriever and put her where she was supposed to be. Kind of fitting that Dad had to rescue his daughter only five minutes into Fathers' Day.
When I woke up later, I wished Mum and Dad a happy wedding anniversary and proceeded to get ready for Mass. When we got home from Mass, I was feeling very blue. Like the type of blueness that needs a banana, chocolate, and a hug. I was tired of just sitting down all day, reading, watching movies, and wasting my life on facebook. I had a little (very, very little) cry under the pillow. Then Scott decided to try to cheer me up.
He fetched his sword, which is a replica of Aragorn's in LOTR. He then proceeded to slash up my mostly deflated "happy birthday" balloon. I was quite fascinated by this. We were then struck with the idea that we could extend this fun by blowing up some of the balloons that we keep in a drawer in the kitchen and pop them. Scott did the first one, and then let me do the rest. I picked up the sword (oomph!) and he gently tossed the balloons at me. I experienced epic failures on my first couple of attempts, but I eventually got the hang of it. I just poked 'em gently and *POP* they went. Of course, I squealed in shock every time; it would have been uncharacteristic of me not to. We then had a little photoshoot with the weapons. I got the sword and Scott pulled out his bow and an arrow. 'Twas fun, as you can see.
After going out to the grocery store with Mum (going to the store is better than staying at home), I was settling back down on the bed and the phone rang. It was handed to me and the voice on the other end caused a grin to erupt all over my face. (sounds kind of violent, doesn't it?) Shelle put the phone on speaker and Chris starts the conversation with, "So, your mom says you're being cranky today." uhhhh. I qualifyed the sentiment as more of a stir-crazy, frustrated, blahhhh kind of day. "Denial" was their response to this. I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. Those two absolutely, hands down, made my day. I haven't really stopped smiling. Apparently, Mum had sent a note to Chris earlier in the day, telling him that I required cheering up. As always, he and Shelle stepped up to the plate. :) I love them!!! (but not in a creepy way)
I am now back on the bed, after having eaten a tasty spaghetti dinner. The rest of the family is out walking the dog, and when the get back we're gonna eat angel food cake made by my sister, topped with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. yummm. I'm enjoying chewing while I can: tomorrow morning I get my wisdom teeth removed. hmmmm.
At 12:05 am, I was lying awake. Wanda the dog was curled up in the middle of my bed, on top of the covers. This left me on top of the covers as well, and curled around her in an odd fashion so that I might make use of the available bed space. I don't usually let the dog sleep on my bed. Usually she's gated off in a separate part of the house. Last night, however, the neighbors were playing a loud game of soccer in the street which drove our hyper-sensitive dog crazy. At 10:30 she had climbed onto the bed, shaking. I just couldn't say "no." The game ended at 11, which allowed her to calm down. But then she fell asleep. And when Wanda falls asleep for the night, it takes serious man-power to get her to move. Unfortunately for me, the only people with such man-power had gone to bed. This is what brought me to five minutes past midnight. I hear creaking down the steps and realize Dad has come down for a snack. "Daddy?" No answer. "Dad, help." That got his attention. He dragged the dog off of the bed, but then she wouldn't move. She just crouched there, resisting the collar-pulling. So Dad had to pick up that 60 pounds of golden retriever and put her where she was supposed to be. Kind of fitting that Dad had to rescue his daughter only five minutes into Fathers' Day.
When I woke up later, I wished Mum and Dad a happy wedding anniversary and proceeded to get ready for Mass. When we got home from Mass, I was feeling very blue. Like the type of blueness that needs a banana, chocolate, and a hug. I was tired of just sitting down all day, reading, watching movies, and wasting my life on facebook. I had a little (very, very little) cry under the pillow. Then Scott decided to try to cheer me up.He fetched his sword, which is a replica of Aragorn's in LOTR. He then proceeded to slash up my mostly deflated "happy birthday" balloon. I was quite fascinated by this. We were then struck with the idea that we could extend this fun by blowing up some of the balloons that we keep in a drawer in the kitchen and pop them. Scott did the first one, and then let me do the rest. I picked up the sword (oomph!) and he gently tossed the balloons at me. I experienced epic failures on my first couple of attempts, but I eventually got the hang of it. I just poked 'em gently and *POP* they went. Of course, I squealed in shock every time; it would have been uncharacteristic of me not to. We then had a little photoshoot with the weapons. I got the sword and Scott pulled out his bow and an arrow. 'Twas fun, as you can see.
After going out to the grocery store with Mum (going to the store is better than staying at home), I was settling back down on the bed and the phone rang. It was handed to me and the voice on the other end caused a grin to erupt all over my face. (sounds kind of violent, doesn't it?) Shelle put the phone on speaker and Chris starts the conversation with, "So, your mom says you're being cranky today." uhhhh. I qualifyed the sentiment as more of a stir-crazy, frustrated, blahhhh kind of day. "Denial" was their response to this. I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. Those two absolutely, hands down, made my day. I haven't really stopped smiling. Apparently, Mum had sent a note to Chris earlier in the day, telling him that I required cheering up. As always, he and Shelle stepped up to the plate. :) I love them!!! (but not in a creepy way)
I am now back on the bed, after having eaten a tasty spaghetti dinner. The rest of the family is out walking the dog, and when the get back we're gonna eat angel food cake made by my sister, topped with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. yummm. I'm enjoying chewing while I can: tomorrow morning I get my wisdom teeth removed. hmmmm.
19 June 2010
Marriage
A slightly comical observation about marriage from P.G. Wodehouse, but it has elements of truth:
"The fact of the matter is, marriage today is made much too simple for a man. He finds it so easy to go out and grab some sweet girl that when he has got her he does not value her. I am convinced that that is the real cause of this modern boom in divorce. What marriage needs, to make it a stable institution, is something in the nature of obstacles during the courtship period."
"The fact of the matter is, marriage today is made much too simple for a man. He finds it so easy to go out and grab some sweet girl that when he has got her he does not value her. I am convinced that that is the real cause of this modern boom in divorce. What marriage needs, to make it a stable institution, is something in the nature of obstacles during the courtship period."
18 June 2010
Un-birthdays
There is a up-side to having one's birthday in the summer: you never have to go to class or worry about homework while celebrating it. The down-side is that you don't get to celebrate it surrounded by your friends. That is why God invented un-birthdays.
Both Bridget and I have our birthdays in the summer months. Last year, to celebrate her birthday at school, I made cookies in late April and a group of us hiked up to the painter's shack to watch a movie while we ate them. This year, the planning was a little more extravagant: we went off campus. Not only did we leave campus, but we went somewhere, too. Three places, actually. Our first stop was the movie theater where we watched, "How to Train Your Dragon." The rest of the group had already seen it, but it was the only movie out worth watching. Jacob decided to place me in the middle of the group of us, so they could all watch my reactions. (In case you didn't know, I am a very animated movie-watcher). I enjoyed the movie... they enjoyed the movie and me. :-) Our second stop was U-Yogurt, which is one of those popular self-serve frozen yogurt places. Last, but not least, the boys wanted to stop at In-N-Out to ease their budding hunger pains. (College boys are always hungry)
My favorite part of the evening (measured by the size of the grin that dawns upon my face at the thought of it), was the singing of "happy birthday." Jacob, Chris, and Michelle decided that it needed to be sung to both Bridget and I, and, oh my goodness, was it sung with gusto. Jacob started off in that marvelously bassy voice of his, making use of his loud, operatic abilities. Chris, not to be outdone, used a funny accent to serenade us. As for poor Michelle, it was all she could do to sing at all between the giggles that the boys were inspiring. In my opinion, those were the best thirty seconds of the night. =D
Both Bridget and I have our birthdays in the summer months. Last year, to celebrate her birthday at school, I made cookies in late April and a group of us hiked up to the painter's shack to watch a movie while we ate them. This year, the planning was a little more extravagant: we went off campus. Not only did we leave campus, but we went somewhere, too. Three places, actually. Our first stop was the movie theater where we watched, "How to Train Your Dragon." The rest of the group had already seen it, but it was the only movie out worth watching. Jacob decided to place me in the middle of the group of us, so they could all watch my reactions. (In case you didn't know, I am a very animated movie-watcher). I enjoyed the movie... they enjoyed the movie and me. :-) Our second stop was U-Yogurt, which is one of those popular self-serve frozen yogurt places. Last, but not least, the boys wanted to stop at In-N-Out to ease their budding hunger pains. (College boys are always hungry)
My favorite part of the evening (measured by the size of the grin that dawns upon my face at the thought of it), was the singing of "happy birthday." Jacob, Chris, and Michelle decided that it needed to be sung to both Bridget and I, and, oh my goodness, was it sung with gusto. Jacob started off in that marvelously bassy voice of his, making use of his loud, operatic abilities. Chris, not to be outdone, used a funny accent to serenade us. As for poor Michelle, it was all she could do to sing at all between the giggles that the boys were inspiring. In my opinion, those were the best thirty seconds of the night. =D
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