I am 483 things to read behind in Google Reader. In a moment, I will "Mark All as Read," and it will ask me if I'm sure about that, and I will say to myself "no," but click "yes." That's how it goes. I cannot keep up with all the awesomeness.
I am keeping up with attendant care, however. Norm is doing okay, under the circumstances. Today he's insistent on wearing his shorts under his immobilizer. Always having to be different, that one. I can't understand how he'll be able to yank them down to use the bathroom without unhitching the RoboCop type getup he's in, but he claims it's doable, and that's not my problem, man. Yet.
So there has been a reordering of priorities and a new routine in the house, which I would describe it in detail, but it's pretty mundane. Suffice it to say the most fun part is the walkie-talkies. And maybe that I get to look at him naked more often. Oops, did I type that? (Sorry if that burned your eyes, daughter. And if you're reading this, call your father.)
We are using the walkie-talkies when I am upstairs and he is down, and vice versa. The first night, we had them on Channel 2, which was not the channel to have them on, as there were other people using that channel and unless you are my husband in a hip immobilizer, do not call me at 2:30 a.m. I get an adrenaline rush and before you know it, the robins are singing and I have dark circles under my eyes. So Channel 7 it is now.
The sewing has dropped down the list, although I do have all my Iron Work quilt-along fabric prewashed and folded on top of the dryer. Ready to cut it out soon. The Rosewood may be swapped with Black for the iron work parts. I'm still thinking about that.
I am struck by how many things there are to be thankful for. Sure, plenty of stuff is a PITA (yesterday it was the long hours on the phone with insurance, employment, etc.), but there are a lot of good things to be mindful of. The fact that his pain level is low, the neighbors have offered to help with yard work, which will start soon because we seem to be having a really early spring (another thing to be thankful for). So many more come to mind. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers and well wishes. We will continue to take it a day at a time.
A day at a time is about all you can do:) Good to know he's not in a lot of pain and you're getting a fringe benefit or two out the ordeal!
ReplyDeleteWhatever you do, never, never ever lose your sense of humor!
ReplyDeleteHeeyy, he's a captive audience. You could do all sorts of things...
Men always have to insist on doing things their way...then look at you sheepishly when you turn out to be right.
ReplyDeleteHow long does he have to stay in it?
Since he's relatively immobile this could be a good time to get him into hand sewing hexies or something...I have plenty I can send over ...
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear he's doing well and isnt in much pain.
Laughing at your description of his robo cop style apparatus. Just going to wash the naked mental image out of my mind.
Keepin' it real, and keepin' it positive, that is the way we get through "stuff" at our house, also. The lessening of pain is good, too, I hate it when I can't do anything for my honey. Keep your smile on!
ReplyDeleteWrite down more of the thankful stuff, so you can see just how much there is. My good friend said that her "Thankfulness" list got her through many a rough patch ~
:-}pokey
I'm so laughing at the crack about seen Norm naked more often. And now I'm laughing about using "crack" and "naked" in the same sentence.
ReplyDeleteLife sometimes throws you a curve . . . you do the best you can.
The yard work starts here soon too, but spring is right on track for us. I'm so glad it's here. It makes me happy.
Also, walkie-talkies are awesome.
xo -E
Wow, what a sense of humor...I wish I had your's. Best Wishes to you both! Hugs
ReplyDeleteUm, sorta with Shay, need to wash the image I think... :) men can be such babies but Norm sounds like he is good with it ...which is cool. Get better ! Get sewing!
ReplyDeleteYou know, when my grandfather was hospitalized, his daughters came in and painted his toenails pink. Sounds like that immobilizer could give you some interesting opportunities. Glad things are going (relatively) well.
ReplyDeletewell i had to go read the post about your husband's fall ... thank goodness for all the things that went right that day!
ReplyDeletethe "coulda-been-worse" possibilities are scary.
hurray for rearranging priorities and hurray for keeping a smile on your face. best wishes to you and your patient!
You have a such a wonderful sense of humor--that will keep ya wide eyed and bushy tailed Paulette!!;)
ReplyDeleteI've spent the last 2 weeks purging. It was necessary. I cannot follow every single blog. I try. I really do. But I cannot. So I purged and now I am catching up on reading. Finally.
ReplyDeleteOh P. I'm in the same boat on blog-reading. And I'll be doing the same thing ~ marking all of them as read. Bugs me because there are people I like to stay in contact with and gems of wisdom I know I'm missing.
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