Bi-Monthly Roundup

The past two weeks have been in-sane.  If the past two weeks had a commemorative T-shirt, it would be in the style of a marathon complete with bloody noses, freezing asses and, of course, jack-o-lanterns.  (And it would be the most amazing T-shirt ever.)

My Septoplasty recovery ending up being more intense and drawn-out than I had hoped.  It was an inescapable type of pain that did not waver despite the prescription painkillers I threw at it.  Relief was found only after my surgeon removed the splints from my nose. That said, stop whatever you are doing right now and search for a YouTube video of someone having nasal splints removed.  It is horrible and gross and you just can’t peel your eyes away.  Oh the carnage!  (I may have exaggerated a bit just now.)  Exaggerations aside, it was not a pleasant experience and oh-my-god I couldn’t believe how long or how large those things were!  Surely they impaled my brain fully and poked out through my hair on the back-side of my skull.

Ten days after surgery I once again participated in a local drug awareness parade along side my employer and my children.  The parade is kind of a big deal and the turn out from the community was staggering.  The kids absolutely loved the experience.  You’d think that they’d rather by on the side lines collecting candy.  But no, they thought that throwing candy to the thousands of children at the parade was one of the best thing ever.  It made me more than a little proud.  :]  Also, it was 30 degrees outside.  The normal nose would run and sniffle and blow and do all the other normal things noses do in these temperatures.  And mine did the same only it resulted in one of the most epic migraine/face-pain festivals of the decade.  I spent the rest of the day vomiting and sitting in a hot shower praying to entity within earshot to just make it stop.  It was exciting.

Then came Halloween.  At the last minute I decided to participate and threw together a Trophy Wife costume.  Pretentious?  Most definitely.  It is, however, easy to make and extremely cost efficient.  Simply throw on your best dress, make up a banner so no one is confused and there you have it.

Least sexy pose.  Ever. You’re welcome.

Jaden dressed as a turquoise-haired Vampiress and Fisher was just down-right creepy.  Imagine encountering this in the dark.  It was quite unnerving.  I can’t remember what the packing declared this costume to be.  Fisher labeled himself as Death.

Believe it or not they are smiling for the camera.  Jaden’s smile is obscured by her fangs and I like to image that Fisher’s smile looked like Jack from The Shining.  (Because it usually does when he’s riding a sugar high.)

We also carved pumpkins.  And by “we” I mean the kids only.  I was truly impressed by their skill and dedication to gutting these pumpkins.  They scraped out pumpkin innards like seasoned professionals.  They hardly batted an eye to being elbow deep in one of the most disgusting substances on the planet.  (Seriously, the contents of pumpkins are just nasty.)  They even carved their pumpkins without losing any of their fingers.  I’d say that’s pretty darn impressive.

My crochet projects have suffered greatly over the past two weeks.  I had grand visions of convalescing at home in mild discomfort while simultaneously cranking out a few dozen crochet projects.  That did not happen.  I now realize that I was deluded in the most extreme way.  With the holidays fast approaching I need to get my rear in gear.  Any of you hookers out there have any suggestions from some unique and creative crochet projects?  I’m all ears….and hooks.  :]

The Rules of the Game

The rules of chess are whatever Jaden deems them to be. They change often, but curiously always in her favor. Hmm…

(By the way, our local library rocks!)

Tonsillectomy

We all woke up early this morning to get to the Hospital on time for Fisher’s Tonsillectomy.  (As in, we left the house at 5:30AM)  Waking up a child at 7AM for school is hard enough, just imagine how things went this morning!
Over the past two years Fisher has suffered from a constant string of throat infections including several bouts of Strep.  Eventually his tonsils had been infected so many times that they would no longer shrink back down once he was well.  Thus he’s been walking around with golf ball-sized tonsils in his throat for almost a year now.  A week before school began he had yet another major infection and the doctor decided that it was time for his tonsils to come out.

Needless to say, Fisher has not been thrilled with the idea of surgery despite the promise of copious amounts of ice cream.  Fisher loves ice cream.  He will, in fact, marry ice cream when he comes of legal age and is already browsing through “Save the Date” cards.

Once he was wheeled back to surgery, the procedure only took about fifteen minutes.  I was surprised by how quick it was, but then again, they are just tonsils.  Even if they’re ginormous, how hard can it be to cut them out?

It wasn’t long before Jordan and I were allowed back to Recovery to sit with Fisher while he woke up.  He was pitiful and adorable all at the same time.  Look at that face.  He makes me melt.

Once he was deemed to be “awake,” he was taken to another, more exciting recovery room.  This one was stocked with apple juice and more horrible reruns of Sesame Street than one could ever ask for.  Fisher wore a constant frown and drank enough apple juice to float himself home.

Despite the look on his face, he was actually very excited about riding in the wheel chair.  His look of disapproval here is a result of realizing that someone had given him an IV once he was put to sleep.  You should have seen the look on his face when he looked down to find a needle in his hand.  The nerve of some people!  He didn’t cry or get upset.  He was mostly just offended.  ;]

I have to take a moment to brag here.  This kid is amazing.  Not a single tear.  Not a single complaint.  He was amazingly brave and I couldn’t be more proud!

We’ll see how his recovery goes at home.  He’s always been a good patient in the past and with three different flavors of ice cream waiting for him in the freezer, I’m sure he’ll be fine.