Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Somewhere there has to be a balance. I didn't consider unloading/ loading a dishwasher, mild grocery shopping, fixing dinner, folding a few loads of laundry and slowly moseying a shade under a mile as...too much. Apparently it was too much. I have consumed enough water for 3 people since last night, my right arm is about as useful and lively as a pillow, (oh pillows are useful...and soft...so soft) and I am about as perky as a child doing chores. Fun times in our house! Can you stand the action?
Hopefully I figure out this balance soon. Really hope there's no juggling involved. I've never been coordinated, can't imagine it would start now....but if coordination suddenly does occur, I could really have fun! Walking, talking, chewing gum and texting all at the same time! I wouldn't use it for anything useful of course, no belated ballet career, painting, or juggling. Just normal nefarious activities, which I probably can already do reasonably well now. It would be nice to have more finesse so I didn't worry so much about being spotted while busying myself with non-criminal totally law abiding wholesome activities...like knitting and such....lol...snickering here....
I do wonder what really graceful people feel like when something changes that. My life isn't much affected by things, but how devastated would I be if I'd had to give up a career, or really alter my life...Thank God I'm a lazy klutz!
Posting from phone....(touch keyboard is the secret)
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
No sweet sensations.....it was horribly, horrible in a horrid sort of way. It could possibly have led to horrific experiences.
I experienced my first run in with loud, penetrating bass vibrations on Friday. I had experienced road trip jerky vibrations, steering wheel driving vibrations, shopping cart crippled wheel vibrations.....but not the deep soul modifying bass I met on Friday. First, the service was AWESOME! The music built and felt great, the bridge grew louder then launched into a new build. The bass is the kind you FEEL inside you, it moves you. Well I got moved, my right arm produced an impressive tremor. My diaphragm then started the counterpoint with a lovely arpeggio of spasms. Not to be out done by the smug upper regions, my sweet left leg decided to do the zombie shuffle. Internal heater then informed me that we must surely be nearing the deepest reaches of the desert, now having clammy heat reaction." I just need air really!" Neck not being noticed then decided to pull off a headache, also just for fun pull up some swelling in my throat. Dinner suddenly became 2 pints of woodchuck/pecker cider.
I had really experienced all this stuff but on a smaller scale. I was totally unprepared for the "hot/cold vibrating vicki" ride.
At the restaurant post service, we gathered around to gleefully watch the tremor arm in action! Still working out the details of 'kill touch', 'oh no you ain't touch', 'no sass touch', and the super secret proto-type....'perfect child touch' Post discussion we all got tanked and agreed that; "what good is having a perfectly acceptable disability if we can't make fun of it?" Sadly I can NOT recarbonate beer at this point in my injury....perhaps later.
In essence...this Easter service was awesome! I was mush for a full day and still shaky, but hey....it was fun.!
Written on phone....yadayada spelling, yadayada rambling...hopefully we all know what I mean....drop me a note if you don't....Cheers for some, Happy Easter for others, Christos anesti for you, love you all, no matter what this season says or does for you. I am grateful for you all.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I'm not sure what I would do if a daisy were to suddenly spring from my head. I would like to think I'd sing a song and head to San Francisco while wearing flowers in my hair. I think I would accept a daisy with grace and dignity....possibly an occasional hat. Daisy head Mayzie may have been alarmed, but her life went on. She was badgered and blamed, then marked with shame. Treated like a circus act and separated from family and friends, her loneliness and sadness caused the daisy's demise. It left her alone to fit in again, but her daisy popped up now and again. Life is funny like that. Our differences just don't stop.
If more of us grew flowers on their heads and accepted those who did, what a lovely garden the world would be. Wild....Free...Life filled with rainbows and nothing beige in sight; but we can't all be daisies, we need roses, thistles, lilacs, sun flowers and more! Were we all daisies, then daisies would all be the norm.
We each fill our own little role, I love my daisies. So if you see me draped in flowers, you'll know I love Mayzie and her trail blazing daisy. She wore her uniqueness with pride. We should all be so bold.
Writing from my phone...hope autocorrect isn't insane.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I tried turning the pork chops into pulled pork...
It was even kind of funny, nothing working out quite right. It was up there with Monday's great bun fiasco.....Thousand Island does NOT fry like Mayo on a bun...it gets black and sticky. I tried something new and it didn't work...oh well. Move on. I was proud that I accomplished something today. I was looking forward to tomorrow's adventures.
I wasn't even that down on myself for the failed recipe and the tough pork until someone told me how well a;
"friend" healed from "this exact same surgery" "well it took a long time....6 weeks" "I bet you just feel great with this nice weather it must be so much easier for you, you sound good"
(can you hear me screaming?)
Then I just felt like an utter failure, can't do beans, can't do pork, can't sleep, can't even heal right!! Today seems fraught with trial and error. I keep "trying" to sleep, "trying" to heal, "trying" to not be a wet blanket.....nothing is working quite right.
I whined and got misty, I sat on the couch feeling like a loser....then I opened a couple cans of beans, I'm working again on the chunks of pork, I got mad, I got surly, but I'm working on it. I've never healed well, I knew that. Everyone who knows me knows that. My friends and family still seem to like me even if I go back and forth healing. It can also lead to some funny moments.
I'm actually really happy the friend healed so well and so fast...but the last thing a person needs to hear is how they "should be feeling" We're all different and life affects everyone differently. I have friends going through fusion now, or soon, a friend recently went through it...I'm thrilled to hear how well they are doing. I'm happy to share my experience and point out that I am not a good yardstick for healing.
I really hurts being compared with other people. That's my problem though and I'll figure out how to deal with it eventually. I think my emotions might be a little raw right now. It could be lack of sleep. It's hard not to compare ourselves to others, but I try to draw the line at comparing healings...it's just not wise.
So onward and upward...I'll get it together.
I'm using the big girl computer, but I still ramble don't I??
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The 12 of this month, April, is the sixth month since my neck was 'normal'. It's been a really long 6 months! I'm just over two months post op now. I can finally speak normally again, meaning I sound pretty much like me, it still tires easily. I can swallow normally. Again, my throat tires. I can feel the plate sometimes, other times no. When I get upset, it feels like my throat is closing. I'm still dealing with numbness, weakness, overwhelming fatigue, etc.
It really isn't that bad. I've never been graceful, I've never had an awesome voice, I don't need lots of stamina.....plus I DON'T HAVE TO WEED!!!! This would all be really devastating had I been a dancer, singer, surgeon, or did fine hand work....but since my most technical moves are chopping onions It's good. Having some energy would be nice.
Not sure what the next neck solstice will bring, but this one will be marked with a beer. I will probably also listen to some really uplifting music, The Cure, The Smiths, Depeche Mode....and wonder what would happen were they all to sing in a collaboration.
So have a drink on April 12th move your neck, and put on a good song. Celebrate my solstice with me....lol
Hey Chumbawamba is good Tubthumping totally rocked!
Autofill...spelling...Thank you all for reading my ramblings.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Mike is hoping I can harness the power and use it for evil in some sort of death touch. I would like to use it for good. Perhaps putting to sleep, (or at least in a trance) all the unruly preteens? Laying on of hands and inspiring husbands to rub wives feet? The down side is I'd have to touch lots of people. I think that would require an inordinately large amount of antibacterial hand sanitizer. Have you ever touched a preteen son??? They smell kind of strange. Husbands also smell odd after handling frozen octopus. It was our freezer he helped me clean....did you expect anything less?
Well today is better than yesterday, I'm still a bit blue but The Smiths always cheer me up.....So, I've of course attached a link!!!!!
The Smiths-Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
As always..... spelling, especially today!! I've been backspacing more than typing!! :-)
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Happiness is foot prints in the sand on a sunny light summer morning
A ukelele playing light trilling melodies
A sheet billowing on a line Butterflies flitting in the early morning light
Dew on sunflowers
Dust motes in the afternoon light bearing traces of the day
Crickets in the evening
Dreams in a moonlit night
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I'm not exactly sure why I find her so exciting. I'm really not sure if It's the vocal play, the mix of instruments, or the irreverence. She's bold and contradictory. At any rate, all her songs seem to have a similar appeal. I've been listening to a lot of music lately. I've been on a Smith's, Cure, Depeche Mode, ABBA, ride. American Pie is lurking in my mind as is more Smiths. I Don't like Mondays is also a good song.....recently I read it was actually about a girl who went on a school shooting spree and when asked " why?" Responded with...."I don't like Mondays". Odd, but I guess as good a reason as any to write a song. It's so darn upbeat and catchy though. I kind of feel bad for really liking it. We all know we're supposed to feel sad with "Adam's Song" and feel down that Billy Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchee bridge, or the Eleanor Rigby was lonely....but now I have to not like Mondays for a whole new reason....the song that made them better is also sad. Perhaps I'll just stay in bed next Monday.
I have a major case of the blahs anyway. :-)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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Friday, April 1, 2011
SK-sorry no clue
CA- what are grits and catfish
SL- launches into 45 minute description!!