Fast Forward February
I woke up feeling like Statler and Waldorf this morning so you will have to excuse any oddities of tone as I post a quick catch up from the last few weeks. I can not believe how fast January went and February is going even faster!
Death and Taxes. Isn't that the old saying? It should read: Doing taxes makes you contemplate death as a viable alternative.
February. Love it or hate it, it generally leads to organizing files and shredding enough old documents to hide a child under. Who needs massive piles of raked leaves when you can play in a mountain of shredded, colored wonder. I keep telling them that they are headed for some serious paper cuts but so far no blood has been shed.
Let's see, what's our quick family news.... OH YEA!!! My hubby is going to day shift next week! Yep, after seven some odd years he is headed back to the land of the living. We are all really excited. This is a really big deal for us.
Kids are good. My oldest is trying his hand at poetry as you saw by my last entry. I love the way school forces children to try things out of their comfort zones. I think he surprised himself by enjoying it. Baseball starts in about three weeks so they are both getting the glove conditioner out and making sure the cleats still fit. This will be T's first year, I have a few reservations given his personality but we will see how it goes. If nothing else, I may have a plethora of baseball tragedy's to share.
My father is healing from his neck surgery but he is still in a collar and confined to the house. My mother has joined him in his small prison with a goose egg on her forehead and a nice concussion she sustained at work last week. It's almost laughable how completely pathetic a pair they make right now and I say that in the kindest of ways. I just cant believe that there both injured at the same time again. During my fathers first neck surgery he was joined by my mother tearing the tendon off of her ankle and having surgery as well. I don't mean to laugh. You know I love you both...... I feel so bad for them!
I have given up any thought of ever being well again. Yes, I know that it will eventually happen I just cant visualize it anymore. I am on my third round of antibiotics and I still have a upper respitory infection. I am a coughing wheezing aching shell being sustained on steroids alone. Quite simply I am pathetic. I had my first remicaid infusion in January and have now had to postpone three more infusions because I can not stay well long enough to have them. I have decided not to have my nasal surgery that I was suppose to have this month. I just cant do it. I can not imagine going through that pain on top of everything else. I will live with it for the time being. I have been trying to find my "happy place" but Pollyanna I am not this week. In fact I resemble a pint of buttermilk left in a sunny window for the day. Perhaps that is why my taxes are irritating me so. Just adding up all my healthcare bills and RX copays took all day.
I have some really cute pics of the kids to post and a couple of hysterical stories to share but I will wait for another day when I can do them justice. Thanks for all the emails and sorry it took so long to get back to posting!
(For those of you who were lost on Statler and Waldorf, they were the old guys in the balcony on the Muppets)
posted by Gwendolyn @ 7:45 PM
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