~Flight of the Concords, Business Time
Wow. Two weeks. How did that happen? Easily, I suppose, when you just don't have a lot to say.
I hope all of you mamas out there had a great day yesterday. My Mother's Day was very nice. I was served breakfast in bed, and it included an omelet smile, a half banana nose, two muffin eyes, and bacon eyebrows. The omelet had a green crayola candle in it, and the bottom melted into my warm omelet, making a huge green spot. HA! Green eggs...
I got 6 pairs of new socks, which you may be laughing at, but it THRILLED me. My socks are all mismatched, save for maybe two pairs. I change my shoes in my class at the gym hoping no one will notice. I also got two bags of chocolate truffles, and...the best part...a gift card to the sporting goods store! My man knows me well.
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Remember that MRI? I was so sure that they wouldn't find anything wrong with my shoulder, and that I was just being a wimp. Boy, was I wrong.
By the way, before I lay out the bad news, does this scenario sound familiar to anyone? Me not wanting to go to the doctor, and being fairly certain that whatever I am complaining about will turn out to be nothing, and I'll feel like a candypants??? It's kind of starting to sink in. This scenario has twice led to emergency surgery because I thought I was a wimp and could tough it out. Perhaps I should rethink my strategy.
The news...starts out sounding not so bad, but gets worse as you go.
- Tendinitis in the bicep tendon and superspinatus (part of the rotator cuff)
- Capsule laxity in the shoulder joint (basically, my rotator cuff joint has too much space and is loose)
- Possible labral tear (the labrum is cartilage that makes your shoulder joint more stable)
I start physical therapy on Wednesday, and I'm supposed to do it for 6 weeks. I suppose we will re-evaluate at that point. It *might* be necessary to have surgery to tighten the joint and repair the tear (if there is one).
Yay. Because I have no idea what my instructions will be regarding work, I dropped my upper body weight down a bit...sort of...5 lbs is a bit, right?...until I find out what they want me to do. I know I should be good. Better to feel like a wuss now, but keep working, than to have surgery and be away from work for a while. Although, in all honesty, I wouldn't let it stop me. I would just have to improvise.
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Bean starts The Great Palate Expander Adventure tomorrow. I have a feeling that I'm going to have a very unhappy little girl on my hands over the next month or two as she adjusts. It is just now occurring to me that she volunteered to be a narrator for her choir concert in a few weeks, and the expander my affect her speech for a while. Ugh. Bad mommy.
Tomorrow, we go in for the spacers. Next week, they make an impression of her upper palate. Then two weeks later, we go back and get the palate expander put in. I've been looking up pictures and info for Bean and I to look at so that we know what to expect.
I hate voluntarily doing things that are going to hurt my children. Like getting H's tonsils taken out. Yes, I realize that both are necessary for their health, but, to me, it's like saying "I've made a decision to hurt you." It kills me.
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My dad starts chemo today. I'm not sure what drug they are using first, but it is injected directly into his bladder through a catheter ("You get some young girl grabbing your wanker and shoving that thing in!" <----- my dad), and then they "rotisserate" you (again, his words) for two hours. So, you can't read or watch tv or anything because they are spinning you around like a pig with an apple in it's mouth. They will start the interferon later, and he was bemoaning the possible loss of his hair. All six strands.
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Oh! Funny thing about those Mother's Day muffins. Bean found the recipe in the Kid's Post portion of the Washington Post, and she and my husband baked them on Saturday. She is NO good at keeping secrets about fun surprises, and she just couldn't stand to wait until Sunday morning, so she brought me one warm from the oven and said "Now, you have to completely forget about this before tomorrow morning!"
I believe that is the first time I've been called upon to actually utilize my poor memory.
12 humored me by saying something:
Your poor shoulder! I dislike drs too and will only go if I really must. I hear you on feeling bad for what our kids have to go through from our decisions we make for them. It will be better for Bean in the long run. I wish your Dad well.
Happy belated Mother's day!
Happy Mother's Day one day late. Hope you feel better soon and I know that you are NOT a bad mommy. (Unless, of course you want to be...)
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Happy Mother's Day Biscuit. Yeah, mine cant keep a secret either, that's why when ever there is a surprise I dont tell them. :)
Good just with your shoulder. And I will keep your family in my prayers. Heh heh your dad said wanker.
Ooh...thinking about your dad! Mine was fortunate enough not to have to have the chemo/radiation. Just the 4x/day catheter/wanker thing. I don't think I've used this many non-consecutive slashes before!
My 13 year old son had the palate expander a while back. He didn't complain too much and the results were unbelievable! Good luck.
My mother's day was so sucktastic that reading your last paragraph about your Bean baking muffins made me a bit teary eye'd. Like, I want to print this post off and tape copies of it all over my house with the first and last paragraphs highlighted!
I hope therapy works on your shoulder, and I hope all the other medical ordeals facing family members comes through with minimal pain and minimal unforeseen issues.
Glad to see you back. I was wondering about you this morning, so thanks for writing this. I'm pretty sure it was just for me, right?
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We share the doctor aversion *wink*
I do hope your shoulder responds well to PT, and I'm glad you got socks!
My daughter had an expander in 3rd grade. Overall spacers hurt more -- the actual expander business (where you give them a little half-crank every night) doesn't hurt much. One word though: children's ibuprofen.
(I sympathize with your's and her dilemma but if I'd had one of those things for a few months in middle school I wouldn't have had to have major jaw surgery in my 40s!)
As for your shoulder thing, if you tell your class that you're backing off weights while you get assessed for shoulder surgery they'll think you're hard-core, not a wuss. (A wuss would just stop altogether.)
Also, I'm going to be mean and say if you'd gone to the doctor sooner you might have avoided aggravating your rotator cuff. Be suspicious if you like, and never hesitate to get second opinions (especially before surgery), but don't be *afraid* of them.
Good luck to your dad, Biscuit. And happy belated Mother's Day.
figleaf
I really got worried with the labral tear. My dirty mind thought you meant something else for a moment ;)
Bean will appreciate it all in 5 years. Adore the secret though :)
My bestest to pops. I do hope he can keep his spirits up.
So much information!
(((your shoulder)))
I completely understand what you are going through with Bean. That part of being a mom sucks. She will thank you later.
*hugs* to your dad.
Yay on the socks and such a good mommy's day! :)
*muah*
You claim that you didn't have much to say but your post is filled to the brim with stuff.
I am glad you had a great mothers day. Every mother does. But socks is really the best you can hope for. I am OK with them being a great present, but you need to set your bar a bit higher.
Did you used to be a wimp? Did you cry off at the least little twinge of pain and have it turn out to be nothing? I understand the better than most. We lost two season of high school baseball to multiple reconstructive shoulder surgeries. He could have lived his life without them, but he wanted to play ball and that made them necessary.
My youngest had no problems with the expander. It did effect her speech but she adjusted quickly. It just takes practice.
Sounds like a wonderful Mother's Day!
I'll be praying for your Dad's health and that he gets a cutie nurse to hold his wanker. ;)
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