Ok, I am EXHAUSTED. Little sleep and little food make Misty go crazy. And hungry. And sleepy.
And my back hurts.
I have a nifty little story about how we lost a very expensive UPS package--still on draft.
Shawn still in a lot of pain so I picking up his slack on the eBay stuff and actually mowed the lawn today (yikes) I'm allergic to the outdoors--no joke. In a little more than an hour, I was already wheezing. My lungs feel as though they are filled with tiny bits of pecan tree leaves and I itch as though I've rolled around in Poison Ivy. It doesn't hurt to breathe, it's just a bit uncomfortable.
Funny, because I grew up in the country and had no problems till I moved to the city.
I took Shawn's truck to get gas. I've never driven it past the drive way. It's a Dodge Ram, but they should've called it the Dodge Behemoth. I was so scared I was going to scrape it along a parked car because I couldn't see over my right side. Wouldn't that just be great? I could see the headline now...
Fourteen year old wrecks Dodge Behemoth into parked car(s) More at eleven
But you know I must look like a six year old driving that thing. Ok, enough already; I'm 26 years old!!!
People who don't know Shawn ask how he is. I make mistake of saying he's in more pain than before the surgery. They say, "Oh he's a baby. You know most men are..."
Call me a romantic-cheesy-corn-ball, but that hurts my feelings and I get on the defensive.
Do you know Shawn?
Have you ever dislocated your knee cap and ripped cartilage almost in two?
Have you sat there for over 2 weeks with knee cap set in wrongly?
Have you ever had your knee cut into and played with?
No? Then SHUT UP!!!
He's not a baby. If Shawn were acting like a wussy, I'd say so. He's no stranger to pain. His nose? Not his. Metal plate that's there now was to replace the shattered mess caused by a dude smashing Shawn in the face with a railroad spike.
His wrist? Used to be not his own. Shattered it when he hit someone. Had metal pins put in place to hold wrist together. Much later, went swimming. Jumped off a rope into the water and landed with his wrist hitting the water first.
Pins shot out of his wrist, but not all the way.
Emergency room doctors cut into his wrist and removed pins. Local deadener--top skin only. No drugs.
Sat at home for two days with a cracked (broken? I can't remember) collar bone because his mother thought he was just trying to get out of school.
I could quite easily write an entire novel on Shawn just between the ages of 13 and 17 if he would let me.
Who's a baby now?
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Yeah, I'll Be Around
Posted by whatagem at 5:51 PM
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3 comments:
Oh my gosh, how is Shawn still alive?
Knee injuries are some of the most painful out there! After all, knees support your weight, and that's no easy task. Best wishes to Shawn for a complication-free recovery! It sounds like he has a very hard-working and caring nurse.
That line..."He's such a baby" see that line isn't just an insult it is a door opening to an assault on men. Women are guilty of that...even me. I have made a mental note to avoid those opportunities. I can get mad at Damian on my own, I don't need someone to convince me to be mad :)
For better or worse, for richer or poorer...
How is Shawn still alive? By the grace of God! And unfortunately, he married a big-time clutz.
Coincidentally, he sliced pretty deeply into his finger tonight while adjusting his crutches.
"How do manage to do this?" I asked.
I HATE it when men or women tell me "he's a baby; men are babies"
Women suppose that just because men don't get a monthly period, they're babies. PHHHHTTTT!! You know, it was only recently that women were allowed into the field in the military....
All these people convince of being mad at is the one who states the comment that "he's a baby"
ARRGGGGHHH!
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