I just wanted to make a comment about yesterday's events. It was a beautiful Resurrection Day (also known as Easter). We as a family celebrated what Christ did for us on the cross. After that, we took pictures and went to Smoke Signals house for vittles and relaxation. It was great, and we do this every year.
Now my problem was the night before. My boo went to the mall to buy me a size ??? pants because I needed a new pair. She is the greatest boo, EVER!!! So, we get home and I try on the pants. Uh oh, Houston we have a problem!! My pants are a little harder to button up than normal. So, I try it a couple more times and still a no go. I try another pair and huh same problem. What's up? My boo asked have I gained any weight? I said, "No, my muscles must be getting bigger." I have this muscle problem happen a lot. Of course that answer did not fly. My boo responded, "Are you sure you didn't gain any weight?" I flex my muscles and tell my boo, "I'm in great shape, see, I will try it again." Of course it did not work. Okay, okay, I will use my older pants. Man, this is terrible! I was suppose to match my boys for pictures tomorrow. What could I do? Nothing but go to bed.
Well, I get up that morning and try it again and what happens? That's right, I fit those pants with no issue. I show my boo, and she too is in amazement. "What did you do?" she asked. It's simple, I slept my fat away!! "What are you talking about?" she asked. I can't explain it, but man did it work. Wow, how to sleep your fat off. I think I am going to patent that. My boo looked at me like I was crazy, but I know what happened! So with that being said, I am going to market this idea. I just need a few investors, any takers? Ha, sleep your fat away, what a genius!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Time to Sell and Time to Shop.
Captains Log Star Date June 2009:
Scene 10: Time to Sell: Well it's time for us to do the unthinkable, something my family and I were dreading to do. We had to call a Realtor!!!! What a feeling, knowing that you have to let go part of the "American Dream". This was the house all three of my children were raised in. We all celebrated Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter, big family dinners were always held there. It was truly, truly was a hard pill to swallow. We tried to hang on as long as possible, but with me having to have a third surgery(I wonder why?), it was not an option. So we prayed for the right Realtor, and BOOM, just like that we were sent a husband and wife duo. We had a peace about them when we met them for the first time. We talked about the particulars and devised a plan. They were on the ball from the jump with the marketing, the advertising, and the way they handled the whole process. They were also a big help in another area which I will talk about later. Still, with all this being said, it was a humbling reality to have to sell this house.
Scene 11: Is there a doctor in the house? Well, it's time for me to do what Dr. F.K. said I should, I am going shopping for another doctor. Remember, he told me to get a second opinion because someone had to go back in even if it's not him?. Should I get a second opinion after that comment? Let me think, hmmm? Hmmm? Let him go back in or get back on my feet? Can you see the trail of smoke my crutches left behind coming out of his office? The only problem was, who would I call? What doctor can I even trust after this latest SETBACK? Believe it or not, a third surgery was not on my list of things to do when I turned 28. Right now Dr. J. could work on my foot as long as he fixed it, he has skills. This quick fix is starting to change into a life changing fix. So my boo and I started gathering all types of information about doctors from north to south, east to west. We had neighbors and family giving us recommendations. Who, who, who could he be? I have to get my foot fixed don't you see? Wow, I must be losing my mind, because I sounded just like Dr. Seuss. Note to self, jot Seuss down as a candidate. Bingo, my wife has found a local guy who seems to have it together. We will call him Dr. Shock. Keep in mind, we are packing, shopping for a doctor, and trying to find a place to stay if our house sells. This is absolutely crazy.
Scene 12: Pack, pack, pack, pack and pack. Whew, my boo is making me tired with all that packing. This supervising sure is hard work. I was trying to figure out why she was packing so early. So of course I had to ask, why are you packing so early? Her response, "because if it sells quickly, I won't be stuck packing a whole house by myself." Okay, sounds good, carry on and keep up the good work. Yeah I said it, under my breath. Hahahaahahahahahaha!!!! It seems like this packing will never end. All I can do is crawl around the house, and pack very little. I thank the Lord for friends and family, whew!! They helped out quite a bit. Once the house went up, we got 2 offers in the first 2 weeks, and a contract by a single mom on the 3rd week. Bitter sweet I know, because in the housing market that was unheard of. We had received a miracle from God, and boy did we need it. The best part was, my boo knew her deceased husband through work and she let us stay there rent free for 1 month so we could get our affairs in order. Thank you Lord! Now we need a place to stay. Wow..
Scene 13: Dr Shock's Office: My boo and I are sitting in Dr Shocks office waiting to be seen. We get called, the nurse tells me to take off my shoe and tell her what's going on. Well, once I take my shoe off she said, and I quote, "what happened to your foot?" She kept starring, and starring at it, like a deer in headlights. Once she came too, she wrote everything down for Dr Shock, and said, if anyone can fix it he can. Oh really? Sounds good, we will see what he has to say. Enter Dr. Shock, he looks at my foot and says, "he screwed up". Then he back tracks and says, "let me take that back, the surgery did not work." My boo said, "Freudian Slip huh?" He meant the first thing he said. Then he proceeds to tell me how jacked up my foot is. You think? He told me that I would need this serious overhaul, but wanted to get a more precise cat scan. So I come back a week later and he told me that it was just as he thought, major overhaul. Then to make things better he tells me that I probably will not return back to work because of the major surgery, EVER!!! He told me to let him know if I wanted him to do the surgery, and by the way I am still not WALKING!! So off I go, me and my boo on the way home STEAMING that my life has been flipped upside down. This can't be the guy, he was to quick to want to cut on me. I will not let this happen again. Anyone got any suggestions? I'm batting a 1000.
Scene 10: Time to Sell: Well it's time for us to do the unthinkable, something my family and I were dreading to do. We had to call a Realtor!!!! What a feeling, knowing that you have to let go part of the "American Dream". This was the house all three of my children were raised in. We all celebrated Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter, big family dinners were always held there. It was truly, truly was a hard pill to swallow. We tried to hang on as long as possible, but with me having to have a third surgery(I wonder why?), it was not an option. So we prayed for the right Realtor, and BOOM, just like that we were sent a husband and wife duo. We had a peace about them when we met them for the first time. We talked about the particulars and devised a plan. They were on the ball from the jump with the marketing, the advertising, and the way they handled the whole process. They were also a big help in another area which I will talk about later. Still, with all this being said, it was a humbling reality to have to sell this house.
Scene 11: Is there a doctor in the house? Well, it's time for me to do what Dr. F.K. said I should, I am going shopping for another doctor. Remember, he told me to get a second opinion because someone had to go back in even if it's not him?. Should I get a second opinion after that comment? Let me think, hmmm? Hmmm? Let him go back in or get back on my feet? Can you see the trail of smoke my crutches left behind coming out of his office? The only problem was, who would I call? What doctor can I even trust after this latest SETBACK? Believe it or not, a third surgery was not on my list of things to do when I turned 28. Right now Dr. J. could work on my foot as long as he fixed it, he has skills. This quick fix is starting to change into a life changing fix. So my boo and I started gathering all types of information about doctors from north to south, east to west. We had neighbors and family giving us recommendations. Who, who, who could he be? I have to get my foot fixed don't you see? Wow, I must be losing my mind, because I sounded just like Dr. Seuss. Note to self, jot Seuss down as a candidate. Bingo, my wife has found a local guy who seems to have it together. We will call him Dr. Shock. Keep in mind, we are packing, shopping for a doctor, and trying to find a place to stay if our house sells. This is absolutely crazy.
Scene 12: Pack, pack, pack, pack and pack. Whew, my boo is making me tired with all that packing. This supervising sure is hard work. I was trying to figure out why she was packing so early. So of course I had to ask, why are you packing so early? Her response, "because if it sells quickly, I won't be stuck packing a whole house by myself." Okay, sounds good, carry on and keep up the good work. Yeah I said it, under my breath. Hahahaahahahahahaha!!!! It seems like this packing will never end. All I can do is crawl around the house, and pack very little. I thank the Lord for friends and family, whew!! They helped out quite a bit. Once the house went up, we got 2 offers in the first 2 weeks, and a contract by a single mom on the 3rd week. Bitter sweet I know, because in the housing market that was unheard of. We had received a miracle from God, and boy did we need it. The best part was, my boo knew her deceased husband through work and she let us stay there rent free for 1 month so we could get our affairs in order. Thank you Lord! Now we need a place to stay. Wow..
Scene 13: Dr Shock's Office: My boo and I are sitting in Dr Shocks office waiting to be seen. We get called, the nurse tells me to take off my shoe and tell her what's going on. Well, once I take my shoe off she said, and I quote, "what happened to your foot?" She kept starring, and starring at it, like a deer in headlights. Once she came too, she wrote everything down for Dr Shock, and said, if anyone can fix it he can. Oh really? Sounds good, we will see what he has to say. Enter Dr. Shock, he looks at my foot and says, "he screwed up". Then he back tracks and says, "let me take that back, the surgery did not work." My boo said, "Freudian Slip huh?" He meant the first thing he said. Then he proceeds to tell me how jacked up my foot is. You think? He told me that I would need this serious overhaul, but wanted to get a more precise cat scan. So I come back a week later and he told me that it was just as he thought, major overhaul. Then to make things better he tells me that I probably will not return back to work because of the major surgery, EVER!!! He told me to let him know if I wanted him to do the surgery, and by the way I am still not WALKING!! So off I go, me and my boo on the way home STEAMING that my life has been flipped upside down. This can't be the guy, he was to quick to want to cut on me. I will not let this happen again. Anyone got any suggestions? I'm batting a 1000.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
A New Year and I Can't Weight!!!!
Captains Log Star Date 2009:
Scene 8: Four Months Later: Hello, it's me again. I know the word "Weight" seems wrong, but I mean non weight bearing, which I should be doing by now, as it has only been 4 months. I have made progress though. I have moved back upstairs, no more couches for me. I am using my crutches better, but I can't STAND using them at all. The most important news is that I still have my handy dandy pee bottle. This is the greatest invention ever, but for some strange reason my family does not agree. Go figure?
This has been my routine for the last 4 months. A visit to Dr. F.K every 2 to 3 weeks, with him saying, "your foot is aligned, but don't put weight on it yet." It sounded like a broken record. Would you be concerned at this point? Remember, I have been out of work since 12/08 and it is now 4/09. Frustration has set in a wee bit because my bone has not fused yet. I've been eating all kinds of vitamins, used a bone stimulating machine (another one of Dr. F.K.'s bright ideas), and constantly asking the Lord why? Why me? Sometimes I would just have a blank look on my face, and feel so numb. That's not me though, I laugh at everything. Does anybody have a time machine for sale? Right now I should be asking God for strength, and stronger faith, right? Well, it has not yet hit me that I should. I'm trying to pilot this ship on my own, without a G.P.S. God Pleasing Spirit. So now what do I do? I will stay upset, but keep my feelings bottled up. Inside I am screaming, I can't WALK, I can't WALK, I can't WALK! I was assured that I would be walking and back to work by now. I can't WEIGHT any more!!!
Okay, I have to regroup and access the situation. I have a deformed foot that's not healing. I have been out of work for 4 months going on 5, and for some reason I am starting to have tremors, and my head is twitching. Hmmm? That's odd, but extremely important to know for later. Bills are still coming in, I guess they didn't get the memo that I'm not working. My boo and I prepared for a 6 month stretch as a worse case scenario. Knock, knock. Who is it? Hello, it's me, Worse Case Scenario, nice to meet you. I tried to slam the door on him, but he came in anyway. What am I going to do now? My kids are constantly asking me, daddy, when is your foot gonna heal? Are you going back to work? They miss me running with them, chasing them, throwing them in the air, pushing them in a wheelbarrow. All of that is slowly slipping away and I can't stop it. My family and friends are starting to help financially. Pride is something I had to swallow if I wanted my family to be taken care of, and trust me, it was very hard to swallow! Accepting financial help was not easy for me, but it was necessary. All I could do was say thank you, and hold back the tears. My friends and family all said, "we know you would do it for us."
Scene 9: 5 months later: I go through the motions for about another month, and on this one particular visit he tells me and my boo that he may have to go in a 3rd time. WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? I had to hold it in. My boo and I were blown away. After 5 months you want to go back in? He said he could not understand why the bone was not fusing. He said that he's done this surgery a 100 times and can't understand why. He can't understand? He says he's never had this happen before. Well, me either. I asked him could he take a cat scan to be sure the bone has not fused? He agreed and ordered it. Two weeks later he tells us, " no change." He explains to us what he would do for the 3rd surgery, but he can't guarantee it would work. He said I could get a 2nd opinion, but somebody has to go back in, even if it's not him. What kind of statement is that to make? After being told that I needed a 3rd surgery, I went home, crawled upstairs to my room, and cried for the first time. My kids came in my room and asked their mommy, why is daddy crying? My kids have never seen me cry. So my family came in and cried with me. We all cried about my foot not healing, not being able to go back to work, and getting ready to lose something that we tried to hang on to as long as we could......
Scene 8: Four Months Later: Hello, it's me again. I know the word "Weight" seems wrong, but I mean non weight bearing, which I should be doing by now, as it has only been 4 months. I have made progress though. I have moved back upstairs, no more couches for me. I am using my crutches better, but I can't STAND using them at all. The most important news is that I still have my handy dandy pee bottle. This is the greatest invention ever, but for some strange reason my family does not agree. Go figure?
This has been my routine for the last 4 months. A visit to Dr. F.K every 2 to 3 weeks, with him saying, "your foot is aligned, but don't put weight on it yet." It sounded like a broken record. Would you be concerned at this point? Remember, I have been out of work since 12/08 and it is now 4/09. Frustration has set in a wee bit because my bone has not fused yet. I've been eating all kinds of vitamins, used a bone stimulating machine (another one of Dr. F.K.'s bright ideas), and constantly asking the Lord why? Why me? Sometimes I would just have a blank look on my face, and feel so numb. That's not me though, I laugh at everything. Does anybody have a time machine for sale? Right now I should be asking God for strength, and stronger faith, right? Well, it has not yet hit me that I should. I'm trying to pilot this ship on my own, without a G.P.S. God Pleasing Spirit. So now what do I do? I will stay upset, but keep my feelings bottled up. Inside I am screaming, I can't WALK, I can't WALK, I can't WALK! I was assured that I would be walking and back to work by now. I can't WEIGHT any more!!!
Okay, I have to regroup and access the situation. I have a deformed foot that's not healing. I have been out of work for 4 months going on 5, and for some reason I am starting to have tremors, and my head is twitching. Hmmm? That's odd, but extremely important to know for later. Bills are still coming in, I guess they didn't get the memo that I'm not working. My boo and I prepared for a 6 month stretch as a worse case scenario. Knock, knock. Who is it? Hello, it's me, Worse Case Scenario, nice to meet you. I tried to slam the door on him, but he came in anyway. What am I going to do now? My kids are constantly asking me, daddy, when is your foot gonna heal? Are you going back to work? They miss me running with them, chasing them, throwing them in the air, pushing them in a wheelbarrow. All of that is slowly slipping away and I can't stop it. My family and friends are starting to help financially. Pride is something I had to swallow if I wanted my family to be taken care of, and trust me, it was very hard to swallow! Accepting financial help was not easy for me, but it was necessary. All I could do was say thank you, and hold back the tears. My friends and family all said, "we know you would do it for us."
Scene 9: 5 months later: I go through the motions for about another month, and on this one particular visit he tells me and my boo that he may have to go in a 3rd time. WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? I had to hold it in. My boo and I were blown away. After 5 months you want to go back in? He said he could not understand why the bone was not fusing. He said that he's done this surgery a 100 times and can't understand why. He can't understand? He says he's never had this happen before. Well, me either. I asked him could he take a cat scan to be sure the bone has not fused? He agreed and ordered it. Two weeks later he tells us, " no change." He explains to us what he would do for the 3rd surgery, but he can't guarantee it would work. He said I could get a 2nd opinion, but somebody has to go back in, even if it's not him. What kind of statement is that to make? After being told that I needed a 3rd surgery, I went home, crawled upstairs to my room, and cried for the first time. My kids came in my room and asked their mommy, why is daddy crying? My kids have never seen me cry. So my family came in and cried with me. We all cried about my foot not healing, not being able to go back to work, and getting ready to lose something that we tried to hang on to as long as we could......
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
What to do? What to do?
Captions Log Star Date December 2008:
Scene 7: What to do, what to do? Now that I am home and all settled in, what can I do to abide my time? I am not quite sure. I have never been in this situation before. Let's think about this a little bit. Well, I could... No, that won't work because I have a cast on and I would probably be getting a call for surgery #3. Maybe I could... Nope, I can't do that either because I'm on crutches. Hmmmm? Maybe, just maybe I will just sit here and hold a Thumb Twiddling Contest, or practice to become a professional thumb wrestler. I know, I will count the fibers in the carpet. That sounds like loads and loads of fun, doesn't it? You have to understand, I used to work 7 days a week all the time, now I am at home and can barely get to the bathroom. Man, I am about to lose my mind, and it's only day 1. Whew, the pressure is building. At least Christmas is coming up, and that is always a pick me upper. Until then, maybe I'll pick up reading, but what do I read? Gone With The Wind? Remember The Alamo? War And Peace? That will be a negative on all of thee above. Aha, I've got it. Cat In The Hat!!! That's what I'm talking about, and if I get time I'll read Green Eggs and Ham. These should tide me over until I get back to work in 3 to 4 months, and I'm a speed reader. You know what? I'm a go getter, toss in Old Hat New Hat and we will be cooking with gas. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
What about my kids you ask? Well they are bubbling for joy because daddy's home. They think it's some form of me being on vacation. Poor little guys have know idea how long this vacation is going to be. Any way, for now it's school, swimming lessons, church, soccer and all the activities that I cannot attend. So instead we made up our own games at home. Games like, get daddy a plate of food, take daddy's empty plate to the kitchen, find daddy the remote, and the one that they all couldn't wait to play is, empty daddy's pee cup. Oh boy, this was their favorite game. Shoot, my boo even got in the game. Good times, good times. Seriously, I started learning more about my boo and the kids as I was restricted to the couch, not WORKING everyday. I am really just getting to know them individually. I was even getting to know my Nemesis and her family more because they were helping out a lot. I had no choice but to get to know them because they were ALWAYS COMING OVER!!! WHEW, can a brother get a BREAK? LOL. I figured that I better get some good quality time in because it would be back to the rat race at work, right? At least that's what I kept telling myself.
Did I mention that they were ALWAYS COMING OVER? I think she was trying to find my weakness and defeat me. To late. During this time my little girl, Po'Cheese, and my niece, LP, were on the swim team and the season was coming to an end. Of course, I couldn't go so I had to hear the stories of how well they did. I did get to see a couple of meets prior to surgery, and I am thankful for that. One meet truly sticks out in my mind, and the funny thing about it is that it had nothing to do with Po'Cheese or L.P.. This incident had to do with little man, Tunk. He stands his ground, has the voice of a grown man, and loves to play. He thinks he's the oldest of my three. Anyway, if you have ever been to a swim meet, they are long, and kids get restless and play with the other kids who may not be swimming. So at this particular event, my son is playing with this little girl until there is a disagreement between the two about a toy. Two or three minutes later the little girl runs over to his Aunt Nemesis in tears. Of course, his aunt wants to know what's wrong, or what happened? In tears the little girl said, "He (Tunk) called me a bad word!" Uh oh, somebody is about to get into some serious trouble. We don't use any bad language, and that won't be tolerated at all. So his aunt calls my son over to explain himself. While he is explaining himself, my wife is at the pool watching the meet. If she only knew that her baby called somebody a bad word, oh boy! Remember when you got in trouble and your mom used to say, "I'm gonna tell your daddy"? I can still feel that pain, and I'm 23. LOL! Tunk explained to his aunt what happened, which was fine but she wanted to know what was the bad word? When she told me and his mom what he said, we were floored, taken aback, son how could you? We taught you better than that. What type of punishment should he get for this? The punishment must fit the crime, so brace yourself. He called her a, a, I can't bear to say it, he called her a "SQUIRT BOTTLE!" YES, A "SQUIRT BOTTLE!" He must have been really mad to call her that. So the two made amends and Tunk said he would never call anybody a Squirt Bottle again.
That was truly a funny moment for our family. We will never forget that day. Did you know they are ALWAYS COMING OVER, STILL? WHEW... Can a brother get a break? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Scene 7: What to do, what to do? Now that I am home and all settled in, what can I do to abide my time? I am not quite sure. I have never been in this situation before. Let's think about this a little bit. Well, I could... No, that won't work because I have a cast on and I would probably be getting a call for surgery #3. Maybe I could... Nope, I can't do that either because I'm on crutches. Hmmmm? Maybe, just maybe I will just sit here and hold a Thumb Twiddling Contest, or practice to become a professional thumb wrestler. I know, I will count the fibers in the carpet. That sounds like loads and loads of fun, doesn't it? You have to understand, I used to work 7 days a week all the time, now I am at home and can barely get to the bathroom. Man, I am about to lose my mind, and it's only day 1. Whew, the pressure is building. At least Christmas is coming up, and that is always a pick me upper. Until then, maybe I'll pick up reading, but what do I read? Gone With The Wind? Remember The Alamo? War And Peace? That will be a negative on all of thee above. Aha, I've got it. Cat In The Hat!!! That's what I'm talking about, and if I get time I'll read Green Eggs and Ham. These should tide me over until I get back to work in 3 to 4 months, and I'm a speed reader. You know what? I'm a go getter, toss in Old Hat New Hat and we will be cooking with gas. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
What about my kids you ask? Well they are bubbling for joy because daddy's home. They think it's some form of me being on vacation. Poor little guys have know idea how long this vacation is going to be. Any way, for now it's school, swimming lessons, church, soccer and all the activities that I cannot attend. So instead we made up our own games at home. Games like, get daddy a plate of food, take daddy's empty plate to the kitchen, find daddy the remote, and the one that they all couldn't wait to play is, empty daddy's pee cup. Oh boy, this was their favorite game. Shoot, my boo even got in the game. Good times, good times. Seriously, I started learning more about my boo and the kids as I was restricted to the couch, not WORKING everyday. I am really just getting to know them individually. I was even getting to know my Nemesis and her family more because they were helping out a lot. I had no choice but to get to know them because they were ALWAYS COMING OVER!!! WHEW, can a brother get a BREAK? LOL. I figured that I better get some good quality time in because it would be back to the rat race at work, right? At least that's what I kept telling myself.
Did I mention that they were ALWAYS COMING OVER? I think she was trying to find my weakness and defeat me. To late. During this time my little girl, Po'Cheese, and my niece, LP, were on the swim team and the season was coming to an end. Of course, I couldn't go so I had to hear the stories of how well they did. I did get to see a couple of meets prior to surgery, and I am thankful for that. One meet truly sticks out in my mind, and the funny thing about it is that it had nothing to do with Po'Cheese or L.P.. This incident had to do with little man, Tunk. He stands his ground, has the voice of a grown man, and loves to play. He thinks he's the oldest of my three. Anyway, if you have ever been to a swim meet, they are long, and kids get restless and play with the other kids who may not be swimming. So at this particular event, my son is playing with this little girl until there is a disagreement between the two about a toy. Two or three minutes later the little girl runs over to his Aunt Nemesis in tears. Of course, his aunt wants to know what's wrong, or what happened? In tears the little girl said, "He (Tunk) called me a bad word!" Uh oh, somebody is about to get into some serious trouble. We don't use any bad language, and that won't be tolerated at all. So his aunt calls my son over to explain himself. While he is explaining himself, my wife is at the pool watching the meet. If she only knew that her baby called somebody a bad word, oh boy! Remember when you got in trouble and your mom used to say, "I'm gonna tell your daddy"? I can still feel that pain, and I'm 23. LOL! Tunk explained to his aunt what happened, which was fine but she wanted to know what was the bad word? When she told me and his mom what he said, we were floored, taken aback, son how could you? We taught you better than that. What type of punishment should he get for this? The punishment must fit the crime, so brace yourself. He called her a, a, I can't bear to say it, he called her a "SQUIRT BOTTLE!" YES, A "SQUIRT BOTTLE!" He must have been really mad to call her that. So the two made amends and Tunk said he would never call anybody a Squirt Bottle again.
That was truly a funny moment for our family. We will never forget that day. Did you know they are ALWAYS COMING OVER, STILL? WHEW... Can a brother get a break? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Deja Vu Who?
Captains Log Star Date December 18, 2008
Scene 6: Sweety, sweety, wake up! That my friends is my boo trying too wake me up in the recovery room. Yes, I am in the recovery room again. May I say that through it all my boo has been my rock. All men may not say this about their wives, but I am going to say it about mine. I have been truly blessed by God to be married to an angel, because what she's about to go through with me is definetly a test of faith. Not once she did say, " I'm gone ", or " why me? ". I said why me? She said, " for better or for worse". She's a Proverbs 31 lady, all day. Okay, my eyes are welling up, I gotta move on.
Well, I am awake and in a daze. Where am I? I asked my boo. But before she could answer, my eyes came into focus and I wanted scream, NO NOT AGAIN!! How can this be? I wonder if I click my ankles 3 times (like Dorthy) would I go back to the day I first met Dr F.K? Or better yet, can I cross my arms and blink my way back, like the lady on I Dream of Genie? I know, I'll do them both at the same time. Ready, click and blink, click and blink, click and... I guess not huh? Oh well, I guess that only happens in the movies and TV shows. Anyway, guess who comes in my room and says, " Hey, I think we got the bone secured, it shouldn't move again". Guess, guess, you only get one guess though? Give up? It's Dr. F.K. I wanted to say, did you really this time? If not I would love to come back and do it again. There's nothing I'd rather do than get an I.V. needle jammed in the smallest vein in my hand AGAIN. Sarcasm alert, sarcasm alert. What I really said was, okay, sounds good. Why did you say that you ask? I'm going to be serious for a moment. Even though I have had 2 surgeries within a week of each other, I still believe that God will heal me, not him. So, that being said, no matter what I say or think, God is in total control. So as you read this on going story, you will see how God works.
Now, I am signing out to be released and I can't wait to go home. While on the way home I am praying that I won't have a 3rd surgery. That's a funny thing for me to say because there is NO WAY that could happen again, could it? (That was a clue.) Over the river and through the woods, back to our house we go. Poor thing, if only I could help her get the fat kid in the house, but there's not much I can do being drugged up, cut up, and only having the use of one foot. The only thing I could do was encourage her. I did that by looking so HANDSOME!! Picture this, 5 o'clock beard, droopy eyes, and a bit of drool on both sides of my mouth. I know what you're thinking, WOW, what a stud, but I am happily taken. Lucky me, back on the couch with all my necessities at my disposal. Remote, iPod, FREEZE RAY MACHINE, and my handy dandy pee cup. A Disney vacation has nothing on this vacation I'm having. NOT!!!! A side note, the only thing good about the FREEZE RAY MACHINE is that it made my house so cold it snowed and my kids could have a snowball fight ( Not Really ). What memories we will have.
I asked myself this question all the time: Did I do the right thing? Did I do the right thing? Sure I did, I answered. I will be back on my feet soon, as PROMISED. Back to work as PROMISED. Playing with my kids as PROMISED. No pain, no gain right? Can anyone sense by my tone that these promises were broken? Want to hear a funny question? How many of those promises do you think were kept? By the way it's April 2011 and my first 2 surgeries were in December 2008. Hmmmm?
Scene 6: Sweety, sweety, wake up! That my friends is my boo trying too wake me up in the recovery room. Yes, I am in the recovery room again. May I say that through it all my boo has been my rock. All men may not say this about their wives, but I am going to say it about mine. I have been truly blessed by God to be married to an angel, because what she's about to go through with me is definetly a test of faith. Not once she did say, " I'm gone ", or " why me? ". I said why me? She said, " for better or for worse". She's a Proverbs 31 lady, all day. Okay, my eyes are welling up, I gotta move on.
Well, I am awake and in a daze. Where am I? I asked my boo. But before she could answer, my eyes came into focus and I wanted scream, NO NOT AGAIN!! How can this be? I wonder if I click my ankles 3 times (like Dorthy) would I go back to the day I first met Dr F.K? Or better yet, can I cross my arms and blink my way back, like the lady on I Dream of Genie? I know, I'll do them both at the same time. Ready, click and blink, click and blink, click and... I guess not huh? Oh well, I guess that only happens in the movies and TV shows. Anyway, guess who comes in my room and says, " Hey, I think we got the bone secured, it shouldn't move again". Guess, guess, you only get one guess though? Give up? It's Dr. F.K. I wanted to say, did you really this time? If not I would love to come back and do it again. There's nothing I'd rather do than get an I.V. needle jammed in the smallest vein in my hand AGAIN. Sarcasm alert, sarcasm alert. What I really said was, okay, sounds good. Why did you say that you ask? I'm going to be serious for a moment. Even though I have had 2 surgeries within a week of each other, I still believe that God will heal me, not him. So, that being said, no matter what I say or think, God is in total control. So as you read this on going story, you will see how God works.
Now, I am signing out to be released and I can't wait to go home. While on the way home I am praying that I won't have a 3rd surgery. That's a funny thing for me to say because there is NO WAY that could happen again, could it? (That was a clue.) Over the river and through the woods, back to our house we go. Poor thing, if only I could help her get the fat kid in the house, but there's not much I can do being drugged up, cut up, and only having the use of one foot. The only thing I could do was encourage her. I did that by looking so HANDSOME!! Picture this, 5 o'clock beard, droopy eyes, and a bit of drool on both sides of my mouth. I know what you're thinking, WOW, what a stud, but I am happily taken. Lucky me, back on the couch with all my necessities at my disposal. Remote, iPod, FREEZE RAY MACHINE, and my handy dandy pee cup. A Disney vacation has nothing on this vacation I'm having. NOT!!!! A side note, the only thing good about the FREEZE RAY MACHINE is that it made my house so cold it snowed and my kids could have a snowball fight ( Not Really ). What memories we will have.
I asked myself this question all the time: Did I do the right thing? Did I do the right thing? Sure I did, I answered. I will be back on my feet soon, as PROMISED. Back to work as PROMISED. Playing with my kids as PROMISED. No pain, no gain right? Can anyone sense by my tone that these promises were broken? Want to hear a funny question? How many of those promises do you think were kept? By the way it's April 2011 and my first 2 surgeries were in December 2008. Hmmmm?
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