It’s been a few days, but I have a great excuse. My daughter had surgery on a bone tumor at Boston Children’s Hospital. To add to that, the day before driving out there I fell and broke my arm! I broke my radius, the same bone she was getting surgery on in a few days. At least I provided comic relief for her. A few times each day before her surgery I would say, “Mariah, guess what?” After she asked what I replied, “I BROKE my arm!” She laughed every time at the irony of it. I love that she gets my humor.
It’s been a crazy 2 weeks. My daughter has Fibrous Dysplasia in her radius. They went in and removed the “tumor” and packed it with donor bone. The first week home we both slept on the couch/recliners so we wouldn’t roll over on our arms. We took drugs (the Good Stuff) and slept lots. A different kind of Mother//Daughter bonding.
We are now doing better, but not done with pain and limitations. I actually hate the drugs because they make me feel sick and tired. I am probably close to being done with them. We are both not able to use our arms yet. So the new issue is BOREDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did you know that breaking an arm bone can lead to neurological issues?
1. Having to use the wrong hand to write, eat (especially soup), and other things
2. typing one handed when you love to write
3. Drugs for pain
6. Not being able to drive (drugs again)
7. Not being able to cook, clean etc (very confusing guilt issues)
8. New phobia of falling
8. Limited snuggling positions (w/ kids – get your minds out of the gutter)
9. Brushing hair ugh!
10. Drugs hahahaha
Add this all up and factor in personality pre-break and poof! Neurological—I mean MENTAL ISSUES. HAAHAAAAAA GIGGLE UGHHHHHHHHHH
Can’t wait to type 2 handed again.
Take care. 9 days ’til Christmas!
Coffee and Me
I love coffee and words.
I like to talk, write, and read.
I’m a good listener.
AND…I love intelligent, witty humor. Remember when reading my blogs, I’m just as witty in real life.
I think one of the reasons I love writing is that it’s like talking, but I get to keep rambling and no one stops me. On the other hand, I can’t see your eye rolls and you can’t tell from my expression that I was being sarcastic. I love eye rolls. That means I got the reaction I was looking for. When my kids roll their eyes at me, it makes me happy. Well, as long as it’s in response to something funny I said. I tell my kids I’m so busy taking care of the family that they are my entertainment.
We have a lot of humor in our household. My husband and I have 2 children, now teenagers, so you can imagine the fun I have with teasing them. Of course, they’ve grown up with my humor so they are pretty witty themselves.
A typical moment might be when my son asks if he can go somewhere and I tell him sure. Then when he asks for a ride, I give him a hard time.
He says, “You said I could go.”
My reply, “You didn’t ask if I could drive you.”
He rolls his eyes and watches me get my keys. When he laughs with me I feel somewhat entertained. It distracts me from the fact that I still have dishes to do when I get back from being the family taxi. Yay for teasing teenagers. Of course, I enjoy it too much and I do much worse than that. He never knows if I am serious when I say I’m going in to “friend” his girlfriend on Facebook, or if I threaten to drive him to school in my PJs and bed head hair.
Now on to one of the other things that makes me smile — Coffee. Coffee is my muse. I love the smell, the taste, and the effect it has on me in the morning. Sometimes when I go to bed, I think about the next day and get excited about that first cup of coffee. If you aren’t a coffee lover, you probably think I’m crazy. But, for all you coffee addicts out there, you get me, right? It’s one of my pleasures in life. And now they say it’s good for you! I’m being healthy when I fill that next cup.
So, after family, work, friends, bills, responsibilities, enough cleaning to keep the house from being condemned, and other important issues I finally get to write. Of course, if I kept to that list faithfully I would never write. Now, follow my logic here. If Mom isn’t happy, no one in the family is happy. Writing makes Mom happy. So, to keep the family happy I have to write. Please do not argue logic with me here, because I like how it adds up in my head.
What will I be writing about? I have no idea, and then again a million ideas. I’ll try to keep it somewhat organized for you.
Feel free to leave a comment. I have total control over what stays on here so don’t be worried you’ll offend me. I’ll just delete it if it does. (That was sarcasm if you missed it.)
Last thought: I may need to come up with a symbol at the end of sarcastic sentences…or at the beginning…since you can’t see the twinkle in my eyes that gives me away.