My husband was having an identity crisis.
Of course, it could have been worse, it could have been his own identity crisis; instead he was having it for our daughter.
My husband wanted to know what our daughter's name is.
Not Esther.
Esther's name has been an issue for years. When she was about a year old, we visited our cousins in Columbus, Ohio.
Their older son, Luke, embarrassed them terribly. He asked, "When she is older, are you going to let her change her name to something better?" (Of course, we thought it was funny, which, somehow, didn't lessen their mortification.)
I answered, "Yes, she will probably change it to something that she likes.
Over the years, we were sometimes asked, "Well, what is she going to do when she gets married?'
Since we live in a town with several other Jewish kids with hyphenated last names, this would sometimes be some conjecture. "She could marry…and the last name could be Margolis-Greenbaum- Vonnegut-Gabovitch" Or "He (Aaron, since the family only had girls) could marry ….and the last name could be " Berday-Sachs-Margolis-Greenbaum."
To these types of inquiries, I would answer, "Well, they will have to decide for themselves."
I never really envisioned what did happen.
Esther, in middle school, started thinking about changing her last name.
"Shampoo".
Shampoo? No, she wasn't into hair products, but it was the last name of the guy who sold us her guinea pig, and she was entranced.
Eventually, she kind of settled into only using Margolis, or, on occasion, Greenbaum; so it has over the years, prudent to ask her, "What last name are you using?"But, no, my husband was inquiring about Sarah. Sarah who also has had a string of names, Lisa, Jones, Jazzy, Lois, and some that she would cringe if I publicized, but which we endearingly use to refer to her. But, since she has basically just been Sarah for a few years…I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
Turns out, he needed to know what her name was on her health insurance card.
Like most computer systems, the doctor's office couldn’t' cope with the length and breadth of her full last name, and had abbreviated it, but they also needed it to match her insurance card. Was she Sarah Margolis-Greenb? Margolis-Greenba, or just Margolis- Gree? She has had the opportunity to be each of these people, due to the inadequacies of different computers and forms.
And, all in all, this isn’t bad. My poor husband has had a slew of interesting misspellings sent to him in the mail- our favorites being Greenbaer, Greenbalm, and Greenbomb.But, this is going to be a problem. According to her insurance card she is "Margolis-Greenbaum", so, they will have to somehow coax the office computer into spitting out all of those extra letters. At least, if they want to use the same identity the insurance company has given her.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Story of teh Day 10/27/2008
My husband and I have been comparing children.
I have been trying to get him to see how his parents – who are totally enmeshed in a daily routine that brooks no variation- are really much like our daughters- or, at least, as our daughters were when they were younger. Both, through many great, and painful struggles- mostly on the parts of their parents- are now somewhat more flexible.
On the other hand, as I remarked to my husband, Aaron is more like me.
6 1/2 weeks he was in San Francisco (summer 2007, not to confuse you) and he never once put away his clothes after doing the laundry.
My husband replies, “But he had an entire extra bed to put them on!’
(Aaron and his clothes, not the dishes.)
I point out that he can stop drying the dishes. He is doing this as I am washing. “The air will do the job.”But that doesn’t’ stop him
This is coming from my husband who can’t even wait for his clothes to completely dry before they are put away in his closet- on perfectly coordinating hangers and with the buttons precisely done in an exact pattern he decided upon over 25 years ago.
I stopped doing his laundry a few years ago. Gradually, my not so perfect ways drove him nuts. I really did try to fold his underwear exactly as it came when you got it in the package, but, let’s be honest, I was sub-prime.
I add, about our son (not the dishes), “But he does take after you with the Febreeze!’
“What are you talking about? I never even heard of Febreeze until recently!”
“Yes, but he is using it to get the wrinkles out of his clothes, and you know I don’t’ even notice if there are wrinkles.”
I have been trying to get him to see how his parents – who are totally enmeshed in a daily routine that brooks no variation- are really much like our daughters- or, at least, as our daughters were when they were younger. Both, through many great, and painful struggles- mostly on the parts of their parents- are now somewhat more flexible.
On the other hand, as I remarked to my husband, Aaron is more like me.
6 1/2 weeks he was in San Francisco (summer 2007, not to confuse you) and he never once put away his clothes after doing the laundry.
My husband replies, “But he had an entire extra bed to put them on!’
(Aaron and his clothes, not the dishes.)
I point out that he can stop drying the dishes. He is doing this as I am washing. “The air will do the job.”But that doesn’t’ stop him
This is coming from my husband who can’t even wait for his clothes to completely dry before they are put away in his closet- on perfectly coordinating hangers and with the buttons precisely done in an exact pattern he decided upon over 25 years ago.
I stopped doing his laundry a few years ago. Gradually, my not so perfect ways drove him nuts. I really did try to fold his underwear exactly as it came when you got it in the package, but, let’s be honest, I was sub-prime.
I add, about our son (not the dishes), “But he does take after you with the Febreeze!’
“What are you talking about? I never even heard of Febreeze until recently!”
“Yes, but he is using it to get the wrinkles out of his clothes, and you know I don’t’ even notice if there are wrinkles.”
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Story of the Day 10/26/2008
We have about 140 napkins in the kitchen.
Not the paper kind, that come in a plastic coated block, but fabric napkins.
We have cow ones and flowered ones and ones with giraffes.
We have enough napkins that we can go for over a week without needing to fold the ones that have come clean in the laundry.
That is good, because it is one of Aaron’s chores.
You see, I am an evil mother and my children have chores.
One of Aaron’s is the napkins. Every week, he is supposed to fold them. Preferably on Friday, before Shabbat starts. But, it is often on Sunday- or even after Sunday, and sometimes it is two weeks later , when there are no folded napkins left…..
It is a bit like tearing toilet paper, which is also one of Aaron’s chores.
Have I lost you? It is one of those Jewish things. We tear toilet paper, or , at least, someone has to before the start of Shabbat and holy days, since tearing is one of the things we are forbidden to do. And we stack the torn toilet paper in containers on the top of the toilet tank. Believe me, it is worse to run out of torn toilet paper than it is to run out of folded napkins.
Anyhow, I nagged Aaron on Friday about folding the napkins. And I nagged him, early this morning- which got some sort of a grunt and an, “I’ll get to it.”
Meanwhile, Sarah and I are supposed to go, this afternoon, to Conseco Fieldhouse for Fan-Jam.
We all have our “quirks”.
Sarah likes everything in logical order and doesn’t like surprises.
I don’t like crowds. I am fine in small places, but not when I feel crowded- but I do it, on a semi regular basis, for her.
But, I have been dreading today, since it is usually a LOT more crowded at a Pacers event than at a Fever event. The sad reality is that the NBA is a lot more popular than the WNBA. This is sad if you are the parent of a girl who loves sports.
I had tried to find a friend for Sarah to bring- that way the two of them could roam the Fieldhouse while I sat in the relatively uncrowded Starbucks ( in the lower level of the Fieldhouse) and read a book. But no luck.
Then, out of the blue, this morning, Aaron asks me exactly what will be going on at Fan-Jam. I sat him down in front of the computer and opened the link.
“I’ll take her!" He exclaimed , loudly.
What?...This is a Nes ( miracle)- Aaron grumbles on the rare occasion we drag him there( like we did for Sarah’s birthday) for a Fever game.
“You will?” I ask this nervously, afraid that he will have changed his mind, or that i had misheard him.
“Yeah. Sure.”
I start getting money out of my purse. There is parking, and bribes- you know, bribes - they might want a frozen something or another at Starbucks. I don’t’ care how many frozen frappucinos this boy wants- he is getting them!!!
And, as he walks out of the room, I yell after him, “And I will fold all the napkins!”
I know a good deal when I see one!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Story of the Day 10/23/2008
It isn’t my fault.
Oh, okay, it is, but I plead the holidays.
I am very behind in Stories, and I have had two emails from people wanting to know if I died.
Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t.
I will, someday, but I still have Stories to write and naked people to draw.
No notes about the naked people, but I do have some notes for the Stories that are days old and, as yet, unwritten.
Okay, one has a note about a naked person, but we will get to that.
Today, Aaron and I drove off into the sunrise to go look at Ball State.
In case you want to know, it was named for the 5 Ball brothers. They also donated an art collection to the school, but we didn’t’ have enough time to look at it.
We did, however, get to see the naked lady.
(See, I didn’t’ keep you waiting. At least, not very long.)She is a statue in the middle of the first floor of the library and a favorite meeting place. Apparently, she has a name, but the student tour guide had no idea what it was and says that the kids all just say,” I will meet you by the naked lady.” Aaron and I, of course, had a conversation about her.
I said, “Aha, they have art here!”
And he said, “ See, it isn't’ all bad!”Actually, we didn’t’ say either of those things, but we did have a conversation- it was actually about the fact that the anti-theft devices set up as you walk in and out of the library create a huge auditory assault, if you are wearing hearing aids. Aaron described it as something equivalent to blinding someone, only via hearing aids.
My hearing aid didn’t make such a bad frazzle for my ear as his did- he literally stopped and almost staggered- but, outside the same building, there was definite low level hum audible from my hearing aid.
Very curious. Maybe they are sending secret messages to Mars or something.
At any rate, it wasn’t very hearing aid friendly.
The naked lady tour guide was our second brush with “official “ folk.
The first was the information “guy” who prattled along with some slides after we were shown the uncaptioned videotape.
The third was the young woman who led the tour for the Telecommunications Department, and the fourth was a young man who helps to run the student radio station.
My impression of the experience?
Ball State needs to rethink whom it picks to represent it.
Three of the four seemed to be having quite a struggle with the English language. I was really glad that the one young man had changed his major from education, since he wasn’t’ sure what to do with the verbs was and were- and misused them about 14 times during his talk. Actually, the last young man also happened to have a problem with verbs. There may be a theme to this, or maybe it has something to do with the odd auditory signals from the Library. Maybe those signals are inaudible to Hearing folk, but scramble some deep set attachment for verbs.
The campus tour guide, however, was more versatile; she had trouble with both verbs and adjectives. I have no explanation for the problem with adjectives.
I do, however, think that I may have found a good place for Sarah to attend college.
Sarah struggles when writing, especially with verb forms. Here, she would not stick out, at all, from the Hearing students, even though English is her second language…One more disadvantage neutralized!
And she doesn’t’ wear hearing aids, so we don’’ have to worry about her getting messages from the Library that are meant for extra-terrestrials.
Of course, English is also Aaron’s second language. He didn’t get a crack at it until after we had bought him a set of hearing aids. The fact that it has long since replaced ASL as his primary language…well…
Unfortunately, despite the fact that the guide we had for the Telecommunications department spoke English well, she was very under-informaed about the department and would have us look into a room and say” I don’t’ know what all that equipment is for.” Nor did she have any idea what Aaron might do in his classes. But her spoken English skills were good!
Actually, so were the facilities, and the potential extracurricular opportunities in both television and film-making.
But, it isn’t even going to be a side note on the list of programs he is considering because they require two years of a foreign language, and they do not count ASL as a language.
So, it is back to the highways for us, looking for a good backup college.
At least, one for Aaron.
Oh, okay, it is, but I plead the holidays.
I am very behind in Stories, and I have had two emails from people wanting to know if I died.
Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t.
I will, someday, but I still have Stories to write and naked people to draw.
No notes about the naked people, but I do have some notes for the Stories that are days old and, as yet, unwritten.
Okay, one has a note about a naked person, but we will get to that.
Today, Aaron and I drove off into the sunrise to go look at Ball State.
In case you want to know, it was named for the 5 Ball brothers. They also donated an art collection to the school, but we didn’t’ have enough time to look at it.
We did, however, get to see the naked lady.
(See, I didn’t’ keep you waiting. At least, not very long.)She is a statue in the middle of the first floor of the library and a favorite meeting place. Apparently, she has a name, but the student tour guide had no idea what it was and says that the kids all just say,” I will meet you by the naked lady.” Aaron and I, of course, had a conversation about her.
I said, “Aha, they have art here!”
And he said, “ See, it isn't’ all bad!”Actually, we didn’t’ say either of those things, but we did have a conversation- it was actually about the fact that the anti-theft devices set up as you walk in and out of the library create a huge auditory assault, if you are wearing hearing aids. Aaron described it as something equivalent to blinding someone, only via hearing aids.
My hearing aid didn’t make such a bad frazzle for my ear as his did- he literally stopped and almost staggered- but, outside the same building, there was definite low level hum audible from my hearing aid.
Very curious. Maybe they are sending secret messages to Mars or something.
At any rate, it wasn’t very hearing aid friendly.
The naked lady tour guide was our second brush with “official “ folk.
The first was the information “guy” who prattled along with some slides after we were shown the uncaptioned videotape.
The third was the young woman who led the tour for the Telecommunications Department, and the fourth was a young man who helps to run the student radio station.
My impression of the experience?
Ball State needs to rethink whom it picks to represent it.
Three of the four seemed to be having quite a struggle with the English language. I was really glad that the one young man had changed his major from education, since he wasn’t’ sure what to do with the verbs was and were- and misused them about 14 times during his talk. Actually, the last young man also happened to have a problem with verbs. There may be a theme to this, or maybe it has something to do with the odd auditory signals from the Library. Maybe those signals are inaudible to Hearing folk, but scramble some deep set attachment for verbs.
The campus tour guide, however, was more versatile; she had trouble with both verbs and adjectives. I have no explanation for the problem with adjectives.
I do, however, think that I may have found a good place for Sarah to attend college.
Sarah struggles when writing, especially with verb forms. Here, she would not stick out, at all, from the Hearing students, even though English is her second language…One more disadvantage neutralized!
And she doesn’t’ wear hearing aids, so we don’’ have to worry about her getting messages from the Library that are meant for extra-terrestrials.
Of course, English is also Aaron’s second language. He didn’t get a crack at it until after we had bought him a set of hearing aids. The fact that it has long since replaced ASL as his primary language…well…
Unfortunately, despite the fact that the guide we had for the Telecommunications department spoke English well, she was very under-informaed about the department and would have us look into a room and say” I don’t’ know what all that equipment is for.” Nor did she have any idea what Aaron might do in his classes. But her spoken English skills were good!
Actually, so were the facilities, and the potential extracurricular opportunities in both television and film-making.
But, it isn’t even going to be a side note on the list of programs he is considering because they require two years of a foreign language, and they do not count ASL as a language.
So, it is back to the highways for us, looking for a good backup college.
At least, one for Aaron.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Story of the Day 10/10/2008 - Friday evening
Friday night is Shabbat- and we eat a nice dinner in the dining room.
By nice dinner, I mean that while most of it was frozen or ina box in a previous life; and that I have also added one or two things that may have been made from scratch ( or as close as I get) , and we eat on the good china with the good silver.
Of course, dressing nicely would be overkill, so pajamas are pretty much the norm.
I had made the usual two boxes of pilaf.
If I make one, Sarah complains that her father and her brother have taken large portions and not left enough for her.
I would feel sorry for her, except that the portion she takes is even larger than what they take.
I am not sure how many portions one of those stupid boxes is supposed to make, but I play it safe and make two.
Two boxes for 4 people. Of course, these are the boxes I bought by the case- for 97 cents a 6-pack. So, it means I am spending 32 cents instead of 26 cents on this side dish.
And there is salmon, with boxed season poured over it. But, I did make cauliflower. I mean, not from a box, can or plastic bag.
Do they put it in cans?
After Kiddush and motzi (grape juice and the Challah), we fill our plates and take our seats at the dining room.
Unless we are having special company, the food is “go serve yourself” from thee stove- top.
This means fewer dishes. No serving pieces or bowls or anything extra.
You can see how I think.
After I was seated with my well-filled plate, I see Sarah coming back to her place. She has taken some salmon, and some pilaf, and a HUGE mountain of the cauliflower.
Now, I made a lot of cauliflower, but I am not totally sure she left any for Aaron and Larry.
I said, “That is a lot of cauliflower!”
And she smiled.
When Sarah was little, maybe 4 years old. Whenever we would go to the grocery store – with her in the cart, and I would go through the produce section and buy a container of strawberries and a head or two of cauliflower, her eyes would get huge, and with great solemnity she would sign “You LOVE me!”
She is right. Even if I sometimes forget to buy cauliflower.
By nice dinner, I mean that while most of it was frozen or ina box in a previous life; and that I have also added one or two things that may have been made from scratch ( or as close as I get) , and we eat on the good china with the good silver.
Of course, dressing nicely would be overkill, so pajamas are pretty much the norm.
I had made the usual two boxes of pilaf.
If I make one, Sarah complains that her father and her brother have taken large portions and not left enough for her.
I would feel sorry for her, except that the portion she takes is even larger than what they take.
I am not sure how many portions one of those stupid boxes is supposed to make, but I play it safe and make two.
Two boxes for 4 people. Of course, these are the boxes I bought by the case- for 97 cents a 6-pack. So, it means I am spending 32 cents instead of 26 cents on this side dish.
And there is salmon, with boxed season poured over it. But, I did make cauliflower. I mean, not from a box, can or plastic bag.
Do they put it in cans?
After Kiddush and motzi (grape juice and the Challah), we fill our plates and take our seats at the dining room.
Unless we are having special company, the food is “go serve yourself” from thee stove- top.
This means fewer dishes. No serving pieces or bowls or anything extra.
You can see how I think.
After I was seated with my well-filled plate, I see Sarah coming back to her place. She has taken some salmon, and some pilaf, and a HUGE mountain of the cauliflower.
Now, I made a lot of cauliflower, but I am not totally sure she left any for Aaron and Larry.
I said, “That is a lot of cauliflower!”
And she smiled.
When Sarah was little, maybe 4 years old. Whenever we would go to the grocery store – with her in the cart, and I would go through the produce section and buy a container of strawberries and a head or two of cauliflower, her eyes would get huge, and with great solemnity she would sign “You LOVE me!”
She is right. Even if I sometimes forget to buy cauliflower.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Story of teh Day 10/7/2008
It was a dark and stormy night…well, it was dark, since it was night, but it was more like some scattered raindrops.
What it really was ….the moon was in a weird phase, or maybe the gremlins got out from the crawl space and were wrecking havoc.
Also, it wasn’t night when it started, so it really wasn’t dark.
Actually, I don’t’ even know when it started, but, one of the minor weird parts of the day was the uncaptioned video.
My son, who is deaf but projects an excellent illusion of hearing, has had a few occasions- well, more than a few occasions, but a few teachers who on multiple occasions have insisted he didn’t’ need to have captioning on videos.
They didn’t’ care what the IEP said, or what Aaron said about not being able to hear it, or even about what their co-worker, the Resource teacher said They were sure he didn’t’ need it- so they showed him videos sans captioning and would then test him on the material. The more recent were two high school teachers. But the first such teacher was, by far the most memorable.
She was a middle school teacher. She taught Health class. And she was sure he could learn the material from the uncaptioned videos.
When nothing I did managed to get them shown to him with captioning…actually, they didn’t have a captioned set- and they were a “necessity” since the textbook didn’t’ cover the material, ( and it wasn’t important enough for the deaf student to be taught the same material as his peers- or , at least, not important enough to warrant the teacher actually lecturing on it to the class…) -
it was decided that she would have to accept, on the test, any information he had acquired as correct.
In this case, information that was primarily given to him by his classmates and close friends. Boys his own age.
This meant that he was given full credit for vocabulary words like “boner”.
So, the minor weird part of the day was the uncaptioned video about which the students were quizzed….minor, except that this happened at the deaf School- in a classroom with a Deaf teacher and not just one deaf student, but…well, they were all supposed to have captioning! According to my daughter, there was a lot of talking on this particular video , but she has no idea what the video was teaching.
I thought about complaining to someone about this, but what do I say, “Excuse me, but we had an alternate universe experience today.” If you figure out what I am supposed to do about this, please let me know. At least, I can’t claim she wasn’t taught what the other students were taught…..they were all not taught it.
Then, there was this evening. As in night, as in it was actually dark. But only a little drizzly, not stormy.
I went to Herron to draw.
The model was a little late.
He has posed there, before. He is okay but fidgety- he breaks pose often.
So, he was a little late. That happens.
And then, at 9 PM, he announced that he was leaving.
What?
Well, we were sure we hadn’t heard him correctly.
“I have class tomorrow morning. I have to leave so I can get enough sleep.”
“But this session goes until 10 PM.””But I have class tomorrow morning and education comes first.””So why did you take the job if you knew it was until 10 PM.”
A shrug.
This might not have been so odd, except that he had, when he arrived a bit late, asked us to request that he be the model for the Tuesday sessions…
Now, I think we all felt a bit like the moon was in a weird phase, but the challenging part of this is that the uncaptioned video and the model were not the strangest parts of my day….
Tomorrow evening is Yom Kippur. I am hoping that none of this is an omen of what the coming year will be like. I think I am having a hard enough time with the regular senseless brand of reality that I am usually served.
One last thing, no, I have not been taking any more of Sarah’s codeine. Nor any of my own.
What it really was ….the moon was in a weird phase, or maybe the gremlins got out from the crawl space and were wrecking havoc.
Also, it wasn’t night when it started, so it really wasn’t dark.
Actually, I don’t’ even know when it started, but, one of the minor weird parts of the day was the uncaptioned video.
My son, who is deaf but projects an excellent illusion of hearing, has had a few occasions- well, more than a few occasions, but a few teachers who on multiple occasions have insisted he didn’t’ need to have captioning on videos.
They didn’t’ care what the IEP said, or what Aaron said about not being able to hear it, or even about what their co-worker, the Resource teacher said They were sure he didn’t’ need it- so they showed him videos sans captioning and would then test him on the material. The more recent were two high school teachers. But the first such teacher was, by far the most memorable.
She was a middle school teacher. She taught Health class. And she was sure he could learn the material from the uncaptioned videos.
When nothing I did managed to get them shown to him with captioning…actually, they didn’t have a captioned set- and they were a “necessity” since the textbook didn’t’ cover the material, ( and it wasn’t important enough for the deaf student to be taught the same material as his peers- or , at least, not important enough to warrant the teacher actually lecturing on it to the class…) -
it was decided that she would have to accept, on the test, any information he had acquired as correct.
In this case, information that was primarily given to him by his classmates and close friends. Boys his own age.
This meant that he was given full credit for vocabulary words like “boner”.
So, the minor weird part of the day was the uncaptioned video about which the students were quizzed….minor, except that this happened at the deaf School- in a classroom with a Deaf teacher and not just one deaf student, but…well, they were all supposed to have captioning! According to my daughter, there was a lot of talking on this particular video , but she has no idea what the video was teaching.
I thought about complaining to someone about this, but what do I say, “Excuse me, but we had an alternate universe experience today.” If you figure out what I am supposed to do about this, please let me know. At least, I can’t claim she wasn’t taught what the other students were taught…..they were all not taught it.
Then, there was this evening. As in night, as in it was actually dark. But only a little drizzly, not stormy.
I went to Herron to draw.
The model was a little late.
He has posed there, before. He is okay but fidgety- he breaks pose often.
So, he was a little late. That happens.
And then, at 9 PM, he announced that he was leaving.
What?
Well, we were sure we hadn’t heard him correctly.
“I have class tomorrow morning. I have to leave so I can get enough sleep.”
“But this session goes until 10 PM.””But I have class tomorrow morning and education comes first.””So why did you take the job if you knew it was until 10 PM.”
A shrug.
This might not have been so odd, except that he had, when he arrived a bit late, asked us to request that he be the model for the Tuesday sessions…
Now, I think we all felt a bit like the moon was in a weird phase, but the challenging part of this is that the uncaptioned video and the model were not the strangest parts of my day….
Tomorrow evening is Yom Kippur. I am hoping that none of this is an omen of what the coming year will be like. I think I am having a hard enough time with the regular senseless brand of reality that I am usually served.
One last thing, no, I have not been taking any more of Sarah’s codeine. Nor any of my own.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Story of the Day 10/3/2008
It was a moment of sudden insight.
I reached down to pick up the piece of paper and a sensation went from the left side of my lower back to the right side, and quickly back again.. It didn’t’ hurt- it was a “twang”.
Or, at least, it didn’t’ hurt, yet.
And my brain, moments before the pain stepped in, shouted ,You area fucking old fart!”
Yep, did something to my back that definitely deserves a few 4-letter words.
And I know plenty.
Well, it took a while to hobble down eth steps.
And to the drugs.
A Relafen….my prescription arthritis medicine – which Cindie teases me about , since I refer to it, often, as my “pain medicine” and it is actually just prescription strength Advil.
My hands had been treating me well, recently, and I hadn’t needed my morning dose, so I wasn’t’ really even taking extra- just the missed morning pain pill.
And I kind of made it, hobbling, through the rest of the day.
Oh yes, I did make a rather pathetic phone call to my husband and asked him to bring home a sheet with back exercises on it.
The two I remember from pregnancy were what I was doing, off and on, all day.
All-be-it in limited numbers, since , at the very best moments, they made me wince.
Last evening, I again took a pain pill, and lay down with an extra pillow, for support.
An hour and a lot of wincing later, I went into the kitchen and took a REAL paon pill from the “stash” of ones I have accumulated over various car accidents and root canals. A Tylenol enhanced with coedine.
And I managed to get 3 whole hours of sleep.
Real guilt crept in, this afternoon, however, when I went to check the date on the bottle…..not sure if it was the bottle from the car accident or from the root canal.
Neither, it was from the boxer’s break- Sarah’s broken bone
I took someone else’s drugs!!
I really do feel guilty, now!
I need to hurry and find my own old bottle of drugs, in case I need another one, tonight……
I reached down to pick up the piece of paper and a sensation went from the left side of my lower back to the right side, and quickly back again.. It didn’t’ hurt- it was a “twang”.
Or, at least, it didn’t’ hurt, yet.
And my brain, moments before the pain stepped in, shouted ,You area fucking old fart!”
Yep, did something to my back that definitely deserves a few 4-letter words.
And I know plenty.
Well, it took a while to hobble down eth steps.
And to the drugs.
A Relafen….my prescription arthritis medicine – which Cindie teases me about , since I refer to it, often, as my “pain medicine” and it is actually just prescription strength Advil.
My hands had been treating me well, recently, and I hadn’t needed my morning dose, so I wasn’t’ really even taking extra- just the missed morning pain pill.
And I kind of made it, hobbling, through the rest of the day.
Oh yes, I did make a rather pathetic phone call to my husband and asked him to bring home a sheet with back exercises on it.
The two I remember from pregnancy were what I was doing, off and on, all day.
All-be-it in limited numbers, since , at the very best moments, they made me wince.
Last evening, I again took a pain pill, and lay down with an extra pillow, for support.
An hour and a lot of wincing later, I went into the kitchen and took a REAL paon pill from the “stash” of ones I have accumulated over various car accidents and root canals. A Tylenol enhanced with coedine.
And I managed to get 3 whole hours of sleep.
Real guilt crept in, this afternoon, however, when I went to check the date on the bottle…..not sure if it was the bottle from the car accident or from the root canal.
Neither, it was from the boxer’s break- Sarah’s broken bone
I took someone else’s drugs!!
I really do feel guilty, now!
I need to hurry and find my own old bottle of drugs, in case I need another one, tonight……
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