I don’t remember exactly what date the transmission went out on Michael’s car, but it feels like a lifetime ago – it’s probably been more like a month. Really, it’s nothing more than an inconvenience – I just have to schedule my doctor’s appointment, grocery shopping, etc around Michael’s work schedule. I’m just not used to being unable to just jump in the car and go to noon Mass, or a local farmer’s market, or to Kroger if I decide I want to try a new recipe. It’s weird. But it should actually work in my favor, since I’m going to do NaNoWriMo and being stuck in the house makes it much more likely that I’ll actually write 50,000 words in one month 😉
I’d mentioned my friend Lisa in a previous post, and I wanted to let everyone know she’s doing great. As a matter of fact, she was released from the hospital the day after my post and went back to work the day after that! And, no, that is not normal pancreatitis recovery time. I’m officially putting her on my list of people to pick up and add to my group in case of Zombie Apocalypse. She’s a problem-solver with a high pain tolerance who’s also a fabulous cook. And she can use power tools. In fact, I may want to get her to commit to my group in advance – people like her will be in high demand when the Zombies rise.
Last weekend John was away the whole weekend (overnight Friday and Saturday) for a big band competition. There were some really high points and some really low points, and he and I will be discussing the ramifications of some of his classmates behavior for quite some time. Long story short he has Regionals this weekend, and hopefully they will qualify for State the weekend to follow. I really do love marching band, even though I’ve got some stories from this year that could scare the patients in an asylum (mostly parents, not kids).
I’m still going to the chiropractor, and I really never know how I’m going to feel day-to-day, which he says is normal at this point. But I am feeling a difference, which is something I haven’t felt since about 2010. I’m trying not to be overly optimistic, or overly cynical, or overly anything except open-minded and positive. We’ll see.
Yesterday was Aaron’s 22nd birthday! I’m so proud of him – he’s grown into a more wonderful young man than I could ever have imagined, and he’s happy. Isn’t that what we really want for our kids, when it comes right down to it?
John, however, still has a month before he turns 15 and he really is a joy right now. If you’d asked me when he was six what he would be like as a teen I probably would have cried. I actually got complimentary emails from teachers at report card time! Talk about prayers being answered!
I am something a bit weird happen at night. The muscle relaxer I take at bedtime totally knocks me out, and I have very vivid dreams. But my sleep cycle has changed since I started the chiropractic treatments (again, he says this is common). But I keep waking up Michael during the night, petting him like a dog. Granted, oftentimes there’s a dog sleeping between us – especially if there’s a storm. But whether there’s a dog there or not I’ll do the same thing, in my sleep, so when I think I’m rubbing Boss’s ears to comfort him I’m actually knocking Michael’s CPAP mask off his face. And I talk a lot in my sleep. Loudly. It may be time to cut the dose of the muscle relaxer. Or increase it. I’ll try both options and let you know what works out. Just in case you’re interested. Maybe John can use it for a science fair project or something!
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