D Feeted

The one great thing about blogging I have come to find out, is that I can come and ramble and be personal and change my mime anytime he decides to change his routine (in case anyone is going, huh?? I am using malapropism: http://digressingnonsequitur.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking-of-square-pegs.html).

I have been writing the past couple of days, but mainly to myself and for myself because there ARE thoughts that SHOULD be personal. But it is always good to get it out on in one form or another. But I "digest"

This whole week, my body has finally had it with me. I have regressed.

I was quite proud of myself. After about 3 doctors have told me that I would basically be bedridden for 6-8 weeks after my surgery provided that I didn't ruin myself while I am in recovery with my tics and twitches (and then their other concern is that I would have permanent damage and then they'd have to re-cut me again) to that I was walking the next day after myself. I actually was told by da wife that I stood up and asked that my catheter be taken out the DAY of my surgery and that I went to the potty standing up(but I really don't have a good recollection of that one)

I felt quite triumphant and a bit "too" confident that I was ready to prove the world wrong.

I started doing a bit of my own rehab even though I was told to "take it easy for at least 6-8 weeks"....

now, I am NOT an idiot and I wasn't doing something crazy. But there ARE days that I would do stupid things like picking up the kids because I simply felt that good (that was the second week) to flipping the mattress because the shortfellow has had another "accident"

(right now, I am trying to kill a fruit fly infront of me because all the lights are off except for the puter screen and it is drawing this little sucker in and it is following my typing as I go and annoying the heckit outta me...and the whole house echoes of my hands clapping together to try to kill this little sucker...)

it isn't that I am an idiot, but it IS that I DO forget that I did have surgery sometimes, because I don't feel "that way"...

I stopped taking my pain medicines at the end of the second week and just decided to live with the pain. The pains were mostly referral pains although I am not sure who referred them to me. I wish they'd stop doing that. I'd rather have a hot blonde referred to me than the pain, ya know? (Just kidding, mon lovely wife[she reads here sometimes, *insert innocent smiling hubby graphic here])

but here I am, into the beginning of my fifth week, and this whole week has been crappy...

I think I've developed a "just out of surgery, extremely helpful in-laws just left, da wife is back at full time at work, back to school and two kids are driving me insane and making me dizzy and in daze" syndrome.

Let me explain (as one knows that I will already, HA!)

I didn't realize how much I'd miss my in-laws, they were here for a month. 1 week prior to my surgery and left this past Monday.

The kiddos started school last week and my mother in law has been a tremendous help in getting them ready, help picking them up (one gets out at 11:30am, the other at 3:15pm), cooking, cleaning, and a host of other things while I am told to just sit here and do nothing.

although I try to help some, I do have to admit that I DID took advantage of the fact that I DID have surgery and that the doctor DID tell me NOT to do anything (Even though I didn't listen too well) and that I DID get a bit lazy...

nothing prepared me for this past Monday's chaos.

I have been insomnic for almost two weeks now.

Now, I have always been insomnic, throughout my life. When the kids got here, I would end up going to bed early and rise early and we settled into a nice little routine, and I am NOT a man of routine. I like to eat when I want to and come and go as I please while imbruing my otherwise, very routine wife into the same free canonLESStic person that I am. I really am a bad influence, I know.

I had become a person of routine out of necessity, not wanting.

So, while my in-laws were here, I've became a man of wonton soup again...wait, I meant, wanton routine again (does anybody still use wanton? Or do they use texting like: WTS (for wonton soup for wanton?? I swear, some kid wrote an essay one time using wonton instead of wanton in one of my classes, it wasn't me, I swear!!).

My doctor's check up have given me the perfect excuse. They told me that insomnia is natural with my type of surgery.

HEY! COOL! MORE ALONE TIME TO DO WHATEVER I WANTED! WHICH IS NOTHING!!

So, there was this past Monday, August 24th, 2009, to be exact. Where I didn't slept well the night before, I got up to get the kids ready, and the next thing you know, there were milk and cereals everywhere, socks were flying and uniforms unimpressed. Shoes that didn't want to be tied and when the hair was asked to be brushed, it was used on the kitten instead...

Snots kept on coming out and won't stop and I didn't have to clue on how to stop it except to unroll a half of a whole roll of toilet tissue (we'd ran out of tissues) and stuffed it in his pocket and told him to take a couple (I even stuck out my fingers (two, to be exact) and showed him TWO sheets with my mime/stewardess impression)and blow into it when he needed.

I then asked him if he understood me which he nodded emphatically and assured me that he'd got it.

of course, he used the whole freaking half of a whole roll on our way to school in ONE blow and then told me to hold it for him as he handed me this big wad of nasty crumpled TP...then, he immediately sneezed again and before I could hand him back the "Paper, formerly known as the TP", he already wiped his nose with his elbow and then sneezed again and as I rushed to him to wipe his nose, he already used the bottom of his uniform...

ever seen sticky wiped snot on a blue navy uniform? It is VERY distinct. There was NO way to cover that, or clean that. The more I wiped on his shiny new blue navy uniform with the PFKATTP(Paper, formerly known as the TP, I just realized that the Acronym is harder than typing out the whole freakin' phrase), the worse the snots got. They got quite snooty with me....and decided to spread themselves...

not only did the snot snooted me. The TP themselves have now decided to leave a trail of "bits" around the uniform. Any kindergarten experts would take a look at his shirt and go, "yep, it's 'nother one of them daddys that wiped their kids' new blue navy uniform with toilet papers child...poor kid, he'll be scarred for life...we're gonna have to report his dad to social services now, this is considered child abuse..."

In the meanwhile, grand daughter is happily giggling picking up all the flowers on the road. And of course, she had to wear WHITE uniform that day and the red flowers left petal marks on her shirt.

Now, they are extremely cute children, and I am not bragging about that. They have faces of angels but demeanors of hellions (sometimes).

But now, they looked like a couple of children raised by the wolves(I swore I shaved that day and actually looked like a human being).

After I dropped them off, I was already extremely tired. My in laws then left and my body started to ache...

I haven't ached like that, not even since my surgery. All the referral pains decided to come a knocking. And they were referring more and more of their relatives...

and for the next few days, I slept even less/worse, got more pains, and even though my check up went well at the doctors, who assured me that my X-ray looked OK, that I am bound to have those bad days....

"Well, TOUGH SNOOTY SNOOTS!!!!!!"

I AM WHINING!!!

today, I finally came down with a fever....one that robbed me of my senses and left me as a headless horseman...yeah, I am now one of the four headless horsemen of Note Tray D' Arm"

every joint is super sensitive and every muscle aches to the touch...do the kids care?? Well, in a way, they really do....but as soon as I'd ask them to keep it down, somebody yells and screams...

as soon as I'd ask them to try and behave, they have to touch this and that...and today, of all days, I, against all rules of nature and well heeds and admonitions from da wife, stubbornly took them all to get their uniforms.

She tried putting her foot down, even her hands down and finally, the whole weight of her body

(hold on, I have to try to kill that stupid fruitfly again, it's back...)

but I wouldn't budge, because there was no chance tomorrow, it's a Sunday and most of the shops would be closed. And they really needed new uniforms...I hadn't told her about the snooty snots, yet. Nor the chocolate milk that had been spilled on a daily basis, but I have a feeling she's onto me, and the kids...but I think she just washes them without yelling at me, that's all...

so, the stubborn ole me and da wife, and two active hyper children, went shopping and it took a whole day...even da wife was exhausted, bless her heart...

then, I came home and whined and only to find out that I have had a fever all day....

and I AM COMPLAINING!!

HA!!!!

well, yeah...I am.....

because I am actually writing this out to MYSELF that I need to be more sensitive to others and that I am NOT proving anything...

I am also writing because I probably won't be able to remember what I am thinking about at the moment....and if I don't write this down, there would be no way to slap myself the next time that I come to read about myself...

but then again, each time that stupid fruitfly does a fly-by to distract me, I had already forgotten what I was going to write about, anyways....

OH!!!!!

I came to write about HOW defeated I have been feeling this whole week with my regression of my surgery/pain...

how did it ended up being about the kids again?????