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Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
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8:49 pm
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x-posted to whatever-l
Jacob decided that his blanket was an air guitar and started strumming
on it and kind of singing, "Yeah-huh, yeah-huh," and head-banging.
Then he threw in "I miss my grandma" and I died. Chris grabbed the
camera and got a repeat performance. The crying in the background is
me, laughing uncontrollably. :)
http://www.volreg.net/prj.php
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| Tuesday, June 5th, 2007
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8:08 pm
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Hi everyone! For those who are in or around Seattle, my husband asked me to pass on this request that he sent to the Hydro Race boards:
( Plea for free stuff )
I won't be there this year, except for the weekend (I think it's the 11th and 12th). If anyone wants to get together, that would be awesome! The hydro races are Chris' thing, so it doesn't have to be there. I will have Jake, but maybe we could go to a local park or shopping center, let kids play, relax and chat... Let me know.
MY CAST IS OFF TOMORROW! I will be in a walking boot. I'm sure I'll be weak, but I refuse to use my crutches after tomorrow, even if only through sheer force of will. I hate those freaking things.
Jake funny of the day: Chris was next to me, with his hand flat on the couch, and I was playing with the bottom of his hand, lifting his fingers up with my nails. Apparently I scratched him because His Whinyness whimpered, "Ow!" My response was, "Then lift up your damn fingers, you weenie!" (I'm a very empathetic person.)
Jake overheard this and mimicked me: "Yeah, lift up your fingers, weenie!" I giggled and then said, "Jake, Mommy shouldn't have said that, so please don't call your Dad a weenie." Confused, he countered, "But I didn't say damn!" Hehehe. :)
Sorry for being a ghost lately... Hopefully now that I'll be among the mobile, I'll have more energy for keeping up on LJ.
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| Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
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9:42 pm - x-posted to whatever-l
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Did anyone here ever have imaginary friends? I've never known anyone who did, and always thought the idea was a little suspect - like forced nostalgia, exaggerating a natural childhood imagination in retrospect. However, it appears Jacob has at least one.
I'll often catch him having whole conversations all by himself - tonight, for example, he was leaning on his little toolbench, looking toward the window, and had this little exchange: "Hi! What are you doing here? Oh! Do you want to play? Okay, I can come to your house!" and then he ran off toward the corner of the living room. I should mention that he often laughs in the middle of these little conversations, so he's obviously "hearing" the other side of it that I'm not. :)
He has, I should also mention, had heated arguments with his imaginary friend(s), going so far as to call them "toilet paper" when they've pushed him too far, which I imagine is quite the smackdown to a 3-year-old.
Apparently the friend from this evening is named Dora (explorer-inspired, I'm sure). Her house is in the corner of the living room, but it did used to be in the kitchen, or so I've been told. He shares food with her, even gives her some of his chocolate milk (so you know it's serious). I don't know what to make of this, because it truly does seem he recognizes her as a real friend, and I guess I have to reexamine my imaginary friend ideas. Has anyone else experienced this?
current mood:  amused
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| Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
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1:21 pm - Thank you
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Thank you to everyone who sent good thoughts yesterday! I'm doing better today, but mostly sleeping because I took so many painkillers yesterday and I'm a bit hungover. It still hurts, but it's more manageable.
The doctor removed the cast, and everything looked okay externally. He took some x-rays, and said it's too soon to say that everything's healing perfectly, but that it looks good so far. (BTW, I have FIVE screws in my foot. I remember looking at those and thinking, no WONDER my f'ing foot hurts.) The gist of what he said was that sometimes healing hurts, but to be honest, I was so high on pain meds that I was randomly falling asleep and I may have forgotten some stuff. Good thing Chris was there. :) The verdict is, I have to take it easy.
Thanks again, everyone. :)
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| Tuesday, May 15th, 2007
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1:53 pm - Good vibes needed
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I've been trying to post this to whatever-l, but keep getting an "Administrative prohibition" error. ?? WTF-ever. Does anyone have experience with casts and broken bones and what not? I've been in so much pain all day, it feels like something has torn and / or is on fire in my heel, where they lengthened my Achilles tendon. It hurts so much I can't even cry anymore, and I'm maxed out on my Vicodin. I have an appt with the surgeon tonight, and I'm terrified he is going to tell me I have to go back into surgery. Please cross everything you have that he'll just bump me up to a more powerful painkiller and tell me this is normal. I can't do this again. :(
EDIT Apparently the prohibition has been lifted, my message just went through to whatever. At least one thing is working today. /self-pitying whine
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| Saturday, May 12th, 2007
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6:00 pm - To die
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Jacob just came up to me and shoved a thermometer in my mouth. "I gonna take you temp-tur!"
I tried to reposition my face so I wasn't being gagged with the thermometer and he says, "Now, gimme a BIG KISS!" and he kisses me on the side of my mouth, then starts singing the Barney song very loudly, but with nonsense syllables:
I love PACE
You love PACE
We're a happy fami-PACE
With a PACE PACE PACE
And a PACY PACY PACE
PACE PACE PACE PACE PACE PACE PACE
As if on cue, the thermometer beeps and he pulls it out of my mouth, examines it, announces ecstatically: "You weigh six pounds!" and then bounces off humming the Barney song.
I think maybe he's high.
EDIT Right after I hit post, he came up to me with a bag of bread and said, "I want toast!" I told him to ask his brother to make it for him, and he grabs his arms, shivers, and says, "But I want c-c-c-cold toast."
"So you want bread?"
"Yeah."
I wish I could be three years old again, it looks like so much fun.
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| Thursday, May 10th, 2007
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4:45 pm
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Hi everyone! I'm mostly back from the dead now. :) I've been trying to catch up on my emails, but it's sometimes slow going. I'll get it all done by this weekend, though. (I hope!) I'm going to try to return to work at least part-time on Monday. We'll see how long I can make it before I just become too tired.
I tell you, I am going to have some kick-ass arms by the time this is done, from using the walker and the crutches. I will also have some kick-ass glutes, but only on my right side, which is the leg I have to use to get my entire body off the couch or the bed when I need to get around. I will probably fall over flat on my face the first time I can support my weight on my left side. I'm thinking that after ten weeks or so of non-use, I'm going to have some pretty weak muscles in my leg and backside. We'll see... :)
( Details, possibly TMI for some )
( And the rest of it, no TMI )
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| Monday, April 23rd, 2007
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9:11 pm - Ick
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I’ve got a general feeling of unease today in my tummy. I’d say that I’m getting nervous, but I don’t think I am, which probably means I am and won’t admit it to me. Which is just silly, because if I’d just talk to me, I’m sure I could work this out. Stupid subconscious. Pleh.
current mood: all tummy rumbly
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| Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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6:18 pm
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![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pegret! They get the bone from ME. I didn’t know I had spare bone. Isn’t that why people donate their bodies to hospitals, so they don’t have to take parts of bone that I’m already using and put them somewhere else?
I had my surgical consult today. phryday, they won’t let me tape it. He said it’s because it’s distracting and sometimes doesn’t work, but I’m thinking he meant “malpractice insurance won’t let us do it anymore.”
So it’s a 2 and a half hour surgery. They’re doing a total of 5 procedures in my one little foot, plus the bone they’re using to reconstruct my foot is going to be taken from my iliac crest, which is somewhere near my hip. I’m pretty sure it’s part of the pelvis, but I’m not entirely sure. He said that part of the operation sometimes hurts more than the actual foot surgery, which is, you know... yay.
I do get to pick the color of my cast, which I’m thinking might not be such a big deal to me as it is now, which is why I already put my vote in for purple, before I just don’t care.
They already prescribed the pain meds, so Chris is going to have those filled... He wanted me to test one this weekend, so he could see how I react to them, but I have way too much to get done. I think he just wants to see me loopy, because I get all giggly and silly. :)
I’ll keep you posted, probably boring you to tears with drugged posts after I’m home from the hospital. :)
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| Monday, April 16th, 2007
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8:53 pm
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It’s up and running! If you would like to add my Spanish journal to your FL, I’m at unachicacomoyo. If you have any friends who speak Spanish, please also point them my way - I can use all the help they have to offer! :)
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| Saturday, April 14th, 2007
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9:30 pm - Of course
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I bought a two-month paid account on LJ so I could search by region and find some friends in Latin America. I also invited my Spanish teacher to join LJ, and if you're reading this Laura, please let me know! :) I was mentioning to her in class on Thursday that I think I'm going to start a journal to be all in Spanish, so I can keep up on it during the next six to ten weeks that I won't be able to drive anywhere, but obviously I'll need people to read / write with. It's kind of hard to learn in a vacuum. Although I'll post it here when I do start it, because I know I've got a few linguaphiles on my FL. (I'm looking at you, kerendith and flpflopz). ANYWAY, my point is that I bought the paid account so I could search by region and the damn thing stopped working after my first search! It just does the whole stupid "a team of trained monkeys" thing that it's done for at least the four or five years I've been on LJ, but it goes nowhere. Every time it reaches the end of the search, the page refreshes and it starts searching again.
Anyway, my luck. Just wanted to whine a little. If anyone can help me think of a good name for the new journal, I'd appreciate it - we all know you don't love me for my creative streak. I really don't want to go with "señoraallen". [EDITED because even LJ thought it was a bad username. ;)]
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| Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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8:14 pm - We don't want no trouble
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Jacob: "Hi Kitty. Go to my brother, I'm eating. Don't come to me."
Ethan: "What?"
Jacob: "The kitty is coming to you. He wants to hug you. Kitty, hug my brother. I am eating. I don't want to get trouble."
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| Monday, April 9th, 2007
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8:13 pm - x-posted to whatever-l
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I think I have an actor in the family. I was just the audience to this from Jacob:
"Mom! I want some more cake. And I asked Ethan, I said, [desperately pleading] 'Ethan, PLEASE can I have more cake?' and that's what I said and then he said, [cruelly] 'NO. That is my favorite birthday cake and YOU can't have ANY,' and that's what he said, but I really want some, so can I have some birthday cake, please?" I tried not to laugh, but when I pointed out that he'd already had some birthday cake tonight and one piece was enough, he looked at me with a bemused expression, leaned in and said with exaggerated patience, "No, Mom. I want BIRTHday cake," as if I'd totally misunderstood his original point. It's like living at the Mad Hatter's tea party in my house.
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| Sunday, March 18th, 2007
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1:48 pm - Heh
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I was giving Ethan all these little tasks to help me out as I do my spring cleaning, and I called out one more thing while he was unloading the dryer. "In a minute," he answered.
"Am I making you multi-task too much?", I asked.
His answer: "Yes! And uni-tasking is hard enough."
Hahaha! :)
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| Saturday, March 17th, 2007
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9:21 pm - X-posted again
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I’ll be having surgery on the 26th of April. I’ve never had surgery like this before, where it’s inpatient and I stay overnight, and my over-analytical side is kicking in. I know there are a ton of questions I should be asking at the pre-op, but these are the only ones I can think of, so I’m taking suggestions:
1. How do I go to the bathroom afterward, if I can’t walk?
2. Things swell when they’re healing, but how much swelling is okay and how much is too much?
3. What are the signs of infection?
4. Will I have metal parts in me?
5. Is the bone they’ll use from cadavers, or is it synthetic?
6. Can they videotape it for me so I can watch when I’m all healed up? (Thank you, phryday, for the idea.)
7. How long until I can be mobile, in a wheelchair?
8. How much does the cast weigh? (This is a WW question – if I can get back to meetings before the cast is off, I don’t want the cast weight screwing me up).
9. ??
Help me, please. What questions would you have? I have about 3-1/2 weeks until the pre-op appointment, so I’m sure I’ll think of more, but I’m worried I’ll miss something. Because I’m a bit obsessive, but you already knew that. :)
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| Tuesday, March 13th, 2007
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6:43 pm - Cross-posted to whatever-l
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I finally had the surgical consult on my stupid ankle that’s been bothering me for two years now. After chasing down doctors and struggling through physical therapy and wearing an ankle boot for six weeks, I was finally told, by the third doctor that I’ve seen, that I’m deformed. At least, he kept referring to the surgery he would do to correct “the deformity.” Which I know is a clinical term, but I’m asking you to read in the Phantom of the Opera sense, because I like to be dramatic.
I can’t remember now what the surgery is called. What’s wrong is, my heel bone is cocked up in the back (the part that should be facing the bottom of my foot is facing out the back, toward my Achilles tendon), so the bone in the front part of the ankle, where leg becomes top of foot, has dropped, which drops my arch and causes me to be flat-footed, but in such a way that it’s pulling all the tendons and causing excruciating pain when I walk more than a few feet at a time. Have you ever seen those old women walking around (very slowly, usually with walkers) on the insides of their feet? That’s the deformity I have, and that’s where I’d be headed if I didn’t have this fixed now.
It’s interesting - perhaps only to me, I’m willing to concede - what they’re going to do: they’ll prop all the bones in my feet up so they’re in the right places, and then push other pieces of bone (note to self: find out where they get those) into the gaps, like wedges, to hold it in place. That’s obviously not the clinical definition of what they’re going to do, but again, it sounds more dramatic this way.
I’ll be in a cast for six weeks, on crutches for four weeks after that, then in physical therapy for awhile. He said I should be walking normally within 6 months to a year, which… yay! After two years of pain with, literally, every step I took, I’m so happy I could cry. The surgery will probably be next month. I’ll keep y’all posted.
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| Thursday, March 8th, 2007
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8:14 pm - My brilliant child
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I just got back from parent-teacher conferences with Ethan, and I just about DIED. I was talking with his band teacher about Ethan’s desire to do Jazz band next year. Ethan has taken trumpet for a couple years. He also saved up and bought himself a keyboard last summer, and taught himself how to play piano. His next purchase, probably in a week or two, will be an acoustic guitar, which he’s already psyched up to teach himself. Mr. Hordichok’s response was, “That would rock!” Heh, I love Ethan’s band teacher.
But then he floored me – absolutely dropped me to my knees, I literally almost started crying – when he said, “But what I’d really like him to do is audition for the Metropolitan Youth Symphony.” Ethan’s eyes got wide. I kind of went, “Wow, um. Whoo. Hmm.” Then his teacher said, “It’s kind of a hard audition but phht (waving his hand dismissively), you’ll get it.”
Oh my gosh! My second thought after “holy crap he’s talking about MY kid!” was “oooooh, scholarships!” :)
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| Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
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7:59 pm - MEME!
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| Thursday, February 8th, 2007
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9:21 pm
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I have been unbelievably, completely worn out lately. I feel like a hamster in a wheel sometimes. My memory is completely shot. If you tell me something and I get distracted before I write it down, it's lost. I think my brain is full and things keep falling off the top. I'm worried that one day I won't be able to find my way home. I'm only half kidding. It's exhausting to live in a world of half-awakeness. I may have to have the operation on my ankle, to finally fix the stupid thing. If I do, I'm off my feet for six weeks. Is it sad that I'm thinking of this as my vacation?
On the surgery front, Jakey goes in for a tonsillectomy / adenoidectomy tomorrow, which we found out yesterday. This caused much drama at Chris' job. My bosses were both completely logical about it - it's my child, and I should be with him above all else, it wasn't even a question. There doesn't seem to be that set of priorities where Chris works, but that's a whole nother thing. Yes, I just said whole nother.
I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Did any of this make sense?
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| Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
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9:41 pm
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I've been too tired this week to post about AI, but I have to say that the 64-year-old, Sherman, just broke my heart. I can't stop crying now.
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