Since I can't seem to spit out a whole entry, I'll just give you the flotsam and jetsam from my brain:
My plantar fasciitis has been acting up, so I thought I'd walk a bit while Busy Girl was at soccer practice. I stopped to stretch my heel, and, something went "pop" and flames shot out of my left foot and leg. That is not a usual occurence for me. No, it's not my Achilles tendon, and, yes, I have tried (insert remedy here) for my ailment. I am no longer on fire, but, walking is not going so hot.
I was helping Busy Boy study for a social studies test, and, a question was, "What happened on September 11, 2001?" I'm glad they're learning about it, but, it's hard to believe it has already become the stuff of textbooks, and, I guess it will be academic to my kids. When the events actually occured, my kids were very young, but, we made them sit down and watch selected coverage hoping that they would remember something about the significance, but, both of them say they remember nothing.
My mother had to go to the ER (my parents were there 8.5 hours) last Sunday to have her lung drained again (advanced lung cancer). She had a recheck at the doctor yesterday. I am always a nervous wreck when I have to take her to the doctor, something bizarre always happens when I'm with her. Heck, it may happen when my dad's with her, too, but, unless it's written on a billboard or something, he doesn't notice such things. This time her oxygen tank just up and quit without warning. She needs her oxygen, like, a lot. It's a huge office, and, it happened when we were stuck waiting for an x-ray, but, they responded pretty well.
Speaking of huge medical practices, this one, like many, is actually an assembly line. You sign in and wait in the "Waiting Room". You get all excited when they call your name to go back. They weigh you and take your blood pressure, and, then you have to go to the "Patient Seating Area". You are expected to rejoice because you are no longer in the "Waiting Room". They are banking on you being elderly or infirm so you won't notice that "waiting" also goos on in the "Patient Seating Area". "Seating" is radically different from "waiting" because the sign says so.
I used to alleviate the stress of taking my mother to the doctor by cruising the shoe store after I was finished. I broke that one, but, I have now taken to diving into a vat of tea room chicken salad after my duty is done. I am thinking about going back to the shoe therapy, it seems to be cheaper. But, (see first thought above) the fact that I may never walk again might make this alternative less satisfying than it once was.
We have quite a few throw blankets on various couches in the house. So, can anyone tell me why (or how), when Busy Girl had a friend over, and, they wanted to sit outside in the hammock, she managed to select a hand-crocheted blanket from a zippered bag on the top shelf of the guest room closet? Is the the same mechanism by which they choose to wear carefully laundered and placed out of reach (until the actual game day) sports uniforms to practice the day before a game?
We have no food in the house. I think The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby may have had a chocolate Easter bunny for dinner. I finished it so his health wouldn't be compromised. I'm selfless like that.
Did I mention my left foot and ankle are smouldering and may reignite? Choice words are in my future when I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and forget about it until I put my foot down on the floor.
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I really hope that your mom is feeling better. And yikes on the foot pain! It made my own feet hurt just to read that!
Oh dear - I hope things start to get better soon.
I struggled with a bout of plater fachiitis about three years ago. Had steroids injected into my heels. Nothing worked. I bit the bullet and paid for the custom fit orthotics. Best $400 I ever spent. I haven't had heel pain since. It's like crack: I can't function without them.
I don't know what your history is, but if you haven't had a podiatrist take a mold of your foot and ask for $400 to give you little plastic things to put in your shoes, find another doctor.
Hope you get help. Nothing worse than waking up and not being able to walk.
I'm so sorry your Mom is having such a hard time of it. It's so difficult.
Maybe you should do a bit of grocery shopping. Although Easter chocolate bunnies are delicious, they should probably be accompanied by something else.
And I hope your foot pain goes away quickly.
Cas
That sucks. Well, not the chocolate bunny for dinner, that's just plain funny. But the rest of it sucks.
And I hear ya. I'm so close to writer's block I want to tear my hair out!
At least it's almost the weekend! :)
I hope you don't spontaneously combust, starting with your feet!!!
hope your mom is having a good day...
Hope your foot feels better soon.
Throwing positive karma for busygranny.
Selfishly, hoping the writers block clears soon.
Have a good weekend.
I'm with you on the way these kids/spouses find ecxactly the things I've hidden when they can step over dirty clothes or the baseball glove they're looking for with impunity.
I woke this morning to find that someone had raided my WELL HIDDEN secret stash of 1 1/2 Mrs Fields's cookies between 9:30 pm and 6:45 AM. Grr.
Thinking of your Mom and your foot.
That sounds really painful. Didn't you have a special sock or someyhing to wear for it some time ago?
My husband always says that seeing a doctor is just a series of consecutively smaller waiting rooms - the Waiting room, possibly a Seating area like you describe, and then the actual Exam room, where often I wait the same amount of time or more!
Busy Mom and Busy Granny have officially been lifted up in prayer. Although it's no comparison to a flaming heel, I'm still hurting from a sprained ankle from almost a month ago. Funny how you don't realize how much you use that foot until you hurt it...get well soon!
My P.F. has been acting up too. My heel was really hurting yesterday. Been walking barefoot and wearing cute shoes too much lately, darn it Spring! I guess I should go back to the sensible (read: ugly) shoes for awhile!
Isn't there some strange (so totally not in the book) episode of Little House On The Prairie where Ma gets an infection when everyone is conveniently away. She kinda loses her ever lovin' mind and takes some medical advice from the bible to cut it out, so she does and gets totally better. So, I say just cut the darn thing off - it isn't doing you any good right now anyway. Now, if an actual nurse takes assvice from a "crazy" woman on the internet whose advanced degree in medicine comes from watching Little House On The Prairie we'll know cutting was the right option ;)
I just wanted to tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed this post and would suggest that contrary to what you may think...that was a hell of a post for someone experiencing writer's block! Hang in there...good luck with the foot and everything else and for what it's worth...your "chaos" sounds strikingly familiar to ours.
Hope things are looking up for you now...
I have a blanket like that- We have wonderful cozy fleece blankets all over the house that are great for wrapping up in- but it seems like the girls always choose the one nice has-to-be-drycleaned throw blanket I have. Darn!
administer more chocolate pronto!
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Honey, just wait until you have busy tweens and teens! No food in the house occurs exactly every 26 hours. And even the Easter Bunny in all her chocolately glory can't leave enough goods for that!
Oh my word what a post. Blessings to your mother and all your family. My daughter is entering the wear-the-important-clothes-and-don't-tell-me-they're-dirty stage. And then the next day she comes rushing panicked into my room, 45 minutes before school/ballet lessons/whatever, on the verge of tears: "Mom, my uniform/costume/favorite dress is dirty!! What am I supposed to wear??" While here for my maternity leave (just adopted a baby), my mother taught her to do laundry so I am going to keep up this new chore with her. It seems like the best solution.
Also, I ate her chocolate Easter bunny while she was at her dad's house. Now that I have confessed to you all (and learned that I was trying to protect her health after all) I really feel better.
Ugh--I blogged my ER experience last week, complete with fuzzy pictures of the clock on the wall to illustrate my time in pergatory. Good wishes to you!
My heel-spur miracle product? A thing that looks like a rocking-horse for your feet. The one I bought 20 years ago was a double, for both feet, but you can also get singles. Mine was marketed as an equestrian aid, and called "Heels Down," after the most-often screamed phrase during riding lessons. But I have seen them in "healthy feet" catalogs called something else. They really do help. You step up on the thing, rock your heel downward, and it streeeeetches everything from toe to back of knee, beautifully. If I can find a link to one, I'll send it to you.
oh lord! you do have the chaos in your life, don't ya? soooooo sorry your foot is bothering you--wish i knew some magical remedy for such things (i can only think of arnica montana, which is quite good for reducing swelling and/or bruising... would that help?)
as for your kids' ability to grab freshly laundered blankets and/or clothing when you're pretty dang sure it's placed well out of sight/reach/ consciousness? what the hell IS up with that? been there/done that so many times i've just stopped washing stuff all together. (that'll teach 'em)
hope your mom is doing okay... and that you are, too!