Wednesday, September 30, 2009

This is where I wanna say the F word but I won't 'cause my daughter reads this.


This is the picture I would like Nancy Grace to use when she's talking about me next week. Yes - I am keenly aware that I look like a stripper librarian who is impersonating Sarah Palin.

I'm also keenly aware that the picture on my driver's license makes me look like a Macy's Thanksgiving Parade float. It's just a giant head. A giant head with no make-up on and flat hair.

Tomorrow Mr. Man is scheduled for spinal fusion surgery in the Big City. At 3 AM tonight, we will get up to drive him there. We have about 4 or 5 days in the hospital and then a six month recovery period stretched out before us.

Yesterday my son was diagnosed with H1N1. He is young & healthy so there are no worries, but he is very sick. He says everything in his body hurts and last night he was shaking so hard, his teeth were rattling. I actually had to crawl in bed with him and wrap my arms around him to hold him long enough for it stop.

Because of Mr. Man's surgery, I am going to have to send my son to his Dad's to convalesce and that is upsetting to me. It's not that he doesn't have a wonderful Dad. He does. But when the Big Dog is sick - Momma is the hero. At fifteen now, and every bit of 6 feet tall, he still wants me when he doesn't feel good. It's killing me that I won't be home to take care of him. I can't quit crying this morning and even though I know that's completely ridiculous, the tears come anyway.

Then there is the Mister. This is not an easy surgery and we have been fully prepared for what comes next. He's going to need me to care for him and I'm terrified I'll get sick and won't be able to do that like I should. We don't have relatives in our city who can (or will) swoop in and help. He has a sister in a nearby town who is going to dog sit, but as unbelievably scared of H1N1 as everyone seems to be, (thanks for that, Media) I wouldn't ask her to show up here and take care of us.

So I'm overwhelmed. I'm feeling completely human and not at all like Super Woman. I figure when I finally do snap and take part in a spectacular crime spree on my way to Venezuela, Nancy Grace will have something to say about it - especially when she finds out I kidnapped a twenty-five year old cabana boy at gun point. Just so long as she pronounces my name correctly and uses the above picture, she can talk all she wants.

I'll have Tad to comfort me.






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6 comments:

Tidewaterbound said...

Just consider the "F" word said...um, I've said it for you.

Let us call it FRAZZLED...okay. (That's not what I said, but hey, I can clean it up.)

Big hugs, I know you'll come out on top -- and I even think Nancy Grace can get your name right.

writerchick47 said...

I have lots of thoughts but none of them seem adequate. I'm sorry this is all hitting you at once. Unfortunately it seems this is how the shit-teth hit-teth the fan-eth. If you need someone to lay your primal scream on, you have my number and are encouraged to use it. I've always got an ear (two, even) for you.
As retarded as it sounds, try to focus on the good stuff that you KNOW is coming your way. Think of this as the last few licks up the mountain before you get to slide on your ass down the other side. (Too much?)
I love you, I'm praying for you, Mr Man and your son. Call me if I can help with ANYTHING.

Up2DaRack said...

I'm looking at that picture, and I just know I've seen it somewhere before. Yes! Yes, here it is - right next to the dictionary entry "grace", and I don't mean Nancy. Oh wait, here it is again, right next to the entry "loving", and again next to the entry "devoted." Hey look! It appears again next to "mom" and "wife" and "hero."

I have said this before, but there is a Russian proverb roughly translated, "The hammer of life, which is capable of shattering glass into ruins, is also capable of forging steel into a thing of beauty." Sher, you are made of steel - you will make it through.

All the best to Big Dog and Mr. Man. I'll keep them both, along with you, in my thoughts and prayers.

Anonymous said...

Look for a cabana boy named either Gunter, Dieter, Hans, Rolf or Helmut. Avoid ones names Adolph.
Trust me I know these things.

Good Luck

Sher said...

Thank you guys for your kind thoughts and wishes. They are greatly appreciated. I may not have a lot of things, but I have some of the best friends in the entire world. xoxoxo

PS: Gunter it is.

beadthreader said...

Sher, I'm not a religious person by any means, but I read this once and I strongly believe it: "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it". Hang in there and keep smiling your pretty smile, things will get better!