Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I'm all thumbs

Do you want the good news or the bad news?

Ok...since you insist, I'll give you the good news.

My knee is better! Hooray! I just woke up one morning and it was good. I had been better about wearing shoes and have started taking glocousamine (?) so I don't know if that is what has helped, but either way...I'll take it!

My latest ailments...well, I have disabled BOTH of my THUMBS. On the same day too.

Sunday morning I woke up and let the puppy do her business outside, while I put a pot of coffee on. Next thing I know she is doing that panicked puppy cry.."Aik! Aik! Aik!" I dashed outside to see what was wrong and found her little foot stuck in the rack shelf on the bottom of the grill. I reached over to help free her foot and CHOMP!

I was in shock. She really bit hard! I know it isn't her fault, but now I have puncture marks on my thumb and a pierced thumb nail. I will spare you and not take a photo.

Sunday evening I was making chili and chopping onions. I guess I was holding the knife improperly, since my other thumb was throbbing and wrapped in a bandage.

You guessed it. I chopped more than onions. I seriously thought I needed stitches, but Fred thought otherwise.

So now I have both of my thumbs bandaged. I got in to see the doctor yesterday and when I explained my Sunday to the nurse, she laughed. Then when she left the room, I heard her explain my wounds to the doctor. They had a nice chuckle at my I shouted: " I can hear you!"

I ended up with a tetanus shot, antibiotics and some freaky news.

1) The nail the dog bit will fall off and when it does I need to be very careful about the bed of the nail. He said if I ding it up too much I may end up with a warped finger nail.

2) The portion of my finger that was cut by the knife will turn black and fall off. He said this is normal and that there will be new skin below it, but he wanted to warn me so I didn't freak out.

Too late.

Texting has been torture.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I really love my kids

They drive me crazy, of course, but I am still floored by how smart, funny and quirky they are.

Now you may recall that Fred has a seriously screwed up schedule at work, but he still gets up every morning to take the boys to school. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't get to spend time with them until the weekend. As a bonus, I get another hour of sleep, but don't really see the boys until dinner.

Due to last night's weather, he didn't get home until almost two, and then didn't make it to bed until much later. When the alarm clock rang this morning, he rolled over and asked if I would take care of the boys this morning. So I did. (ouch...I strained my arm, reaching around to pat myself on the back....)

So I got the boys up and I made lunches, hot chocolate and toaster waffles. I drove Owen to school and then arrived back at home to make sure Freddy caught the bus.

As I walked in the front door I found Freddy and Menace (the Manx) at either end of the sitting room sofa looking at each other.

M: What's going on?

F: Kitten and I were just having a chat.

M: Anything interesting?

F: We were just discussing why she will never win the Nobel Peace Prize for her groundbreaking work in Physics.

M: Her research into window cords is really remarkable.

F: Outside of feline community her work in string theory goes relatively unnoticed.

Seriously...this is what I live with. Did I mention he wants to be a writer?