So around this time last year, my mother was getting ready for a heart procedure that would end, ultimately, in her passing.
It was a difficult stretch of time, as readers that were here at the time might recall. I put up a few posts about her condition, and a few about mine at the time.
Before that, my father-in-law went through open heart surgery. It took him a while to get through that, and then through rehab, and finally back on his feet.
During both incidents, I and my wife (The Most Wonderful Girl In The Universe) visited both parents constantly. In the months this was going on, we missed maybe 12 days. (7 of those were spent in Portland, a trip which my family said we should take since it had been booked before hand. And we needed the break.)
When December 31 2012 rolled around, I couldn’t have been happier to see the rear end of that year.
So here we are in 2013. TMWGITU and I go just about daily to visit my father-in-law in rehab, this time due to a clot that lodged in his leg, cutting off all circulation to his lower leg for a few hours.
The hospital responded well, and within hours of his admittance, they were performing surgery and successfully cleared the clot.
One of the side effects of the procedure is an incision that was made in his leg to drain any swelling. That incision cut muscle which is what needs to be rehabbed.
So as I said, our summer so far is once again trips to visit in rehab. And cleaning. but that’s a different rant.
(We have to clean his apartment so that he’ll be able to navigate with a cane/walker/whatever.)
It’s funny how everything old is new again…
So, another week goes, another week comes. This part of the story will have a happy ending soon enough.
But if this keeps up, I’m just going to disconnect the phone and have them hold my mail next summer.
*El Guapo, resplendent in an ironic Hawaiian shirt strides to the mic*
“Beats and Birds, Dudes and Dames, Tonight I’d like to introduce the famous Ray Kroc, providing musical accompaniment on the cowbell.” *The man on the back of the stage looks surprised. He rushes up to El Guapo, and (covering the mic), they have a brief but heated conversation. Ray drops back offstage and begins pulling something. El Guapo hangs his head and shakes it before returing to the mic.*
“Apparently there was a miscommunication.” *He glares at Ray who is now smiling, positioned alongside a Holstein.* “He’ll be playing the…cow.”
*The spotlight focuses on El Guapo*
The traveling man
Goes places others only dream. *moo*
Some bring laughter,
Others make him scream.
But when he comes back *moOOo*
(for he’ll always return)
Continues to burn
He asks once *moo* more,
That Travelin’ Man
“Does anyo*MOOOOO*ne know…
Nobody (me) got hurt, nobody (me) died, so I guess this counts as a good week. As always, it was made better by blogging! Here’s some of what I read. Miss Bsmacked Bi-Polar upside the head. Kayjai committed crimes against snack food.
And Dreamshadow59 posted a beautiful, poignant and moving letter to her father , who helped raise a wonderful daughter.
I hope you get to read their posts, and everyone elses too!
And now we turn the Roving Eye of Foolishness to…well…foolishness.
Last week, we did our first ever poll dedicated to a person, Susie Lindau, as she moved on in her kicking of breast cancer’s ass. The poll asked “Yes, but what will she beat it like?
And from your answers, y’all should be doctors! (As always, my comments are irradiated in italics.) a gang of PETA members on a mink-wearing puppy mill owner. (Madam Weebles) (WE HAVE A WINNER!!!) …nobody’s boobness! Terrible pun by Live Clay. Something more rspectable later (Wait- there’s a pun type besides “terrible”?) you beat a stepchild. (Don’t hate me, it’s just a saying! Marie Nicole) (I don’t beat- Who have you- Please tell me they don’t have pictures…) a Boss Hogg on the Dukes of Hazard beating another prison sentence ~WIM2Say (Or, after seeing Daisy, Enos beating…nervermind…) a guy watching porn beats….. well….. That One Guy (Well, if That One Guy stopped interrupting them while they were watching porn, maybe they wouldn’t beat him!) FDR beat Alf Landon in ’36. Ouch! Alex A. (But Alf went on to have his own tv show, so who really won?) cleaning a floormat after a week of camping. thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com (When camping, I like to set my tent up halfway between the pool and the hotel bar…) like a pinata! -So witty! Doggy’s Style (I am NOT going to ask what the filling is.)
(But was it tasty?) Like Rocky…Kayjai (Not sure if you mean Rocky I or IV here. Because they are totally different effects…) Tracy Partridge beat her tambourine. (She was fantasizing it was Danny Bonaduce’s head.)
Congratulations to Madam Weebles for this weeks winning answer! And from the offered choices, the most popular was the kick-ass Wild Rider she is!. Which sums it up perfectly.
And the early reports are that Susie is doing well. Probably convalescing and plotting her next wild ride…
So this week, you get the poll from last week, or that would have been from last week if last week didn’t have a different poll. Or something. (Nope, the long sentence that still manages to make sense is still the bastion of SandyLikeABeach.) Last week, I was going to ask where the hell I was while I was away. Which I’m now asking this week.
Even though I’ve been back over a week already.
head spinning yet? Great! Then you’re ready for a poll! Answer as often as you like, but answer before Wednesday, 12 June, at 2359 EST. Because that’s when this one ends.
And if you write an “other” answer with a way to ID you, I’ll link back to you next week.
And until we meet again, enjoy these!
First, if The Shining took place in my office, yeah, it would probably look like this.