My husband cringes every time I say I’m going to IKEA. If he’s going, it’s because he knows I’m going to go through every one of those tiny little rooms and comment on half the stuff in them, and if he’s not, because I have no supervision and therefore pick up all sorts of nonsense. I can usually refrain from furniture, but the Marketplace kills me every time.
Ah, the leg. I broke it after our Santa Claus parade, which was unfortunate timing since it scared the kids and they’ll probably never want to go again. My oldest legit let go of my hand when the paramedics came with tears in her eyes and said ‘Mommy, if you pass away...’. Poor kid. I assured her I’d be taken care of, and that I wasn’t dying.
Not even a fun story though, I just slipped on ice and broke both my tibia and fibula. They gave me the option of cast or one of two surgeries, and although I’m pretty terrified of anesthesia, I opted for the surgery where they stick a rod and screws in my leg. Shortest recovery time (definite bonus with four kids), no cast, no follow up surgery. Seemed like a good idea to me. The first two weeks were brutal, the pain meds weren’t very effective for me, and I had a pretty rotten attitude. It’s now eight weeks later and I’m hobbling crutchless in the house, and one or two crutches outside depending on how much snow and ice there is. I went back to work last week because my boss is awesome (and I need money... kids like eating!). Surgeon says it’s healing ahead of schedule, and other than trying to raise my toes up toward my knee, which is still painful, it doesn’t bother me too much. I’m just hoping it doesn’t end up affecting my knee, since bad knees run in my family, but that’s a problem for future me. I’m mostly just thankful it was fixable, you never know when something’s going to happen that changes your life I guess.
Okay, that’s it, guess I’m figuring out how to blog this weekend lol.
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19/1/19 02:01 (UTC)Ah, the leg. I broke it after our Santa Claus parade, which was unfortunate timing since it scared the kids and they’ll probably never want to go again. My oldest legit let go of my hand when the paramedics came with tears in her eyes and said ‘Mommy, if you pass away...’. Poor kid. I assured her I’d be taken care of, and that I wasn’t dying.
Not even a fun story though, I just slipped on ice and broke both my tibia and fibula. They gave me the option of cast or one of two surgeries, and although I’m pretty terrified of anesthesia, I opted for the surgery where they stick a rod and screws in my leg. Shortest recovery time (definite bonus with four kids), no cast, no follow up surgery. Seemed like a good idea to me. The first two weeks were brutal, the pain meds weren’t very effective for me, and I had a pretty rotten attitude. It’s now eight weeks later and I’m hobbling crutchless in the house, and one or two crutches outside depending on how much snow and ice there is. I went back to work last week because my boss is awesome (and I need money... kids like eating!). Surgeon says it’s healing ahead of schedule, and other than trying to raise my toes up toward my knee, which is still painful, it doesn’t bother me too much. I’m just hoping it doesn’t end up affecting my knee, since bad knees run in my family, but that’s a problem for future me. I’m mostly just thankful it was fixable, you never know when something’s going to happen that changes your life I guess.
Okay, that’s it, guess I’m figuring out how to blog this weekend lol.