A Few Things (originally from 5/18/08 Journal)

Re-Posted by the13thcynic

December 20, 2008 at 1:20 AM

Journal entry, originally written;

Sunday, May 18, 2008
A Few Things… (brief FrankenArm update, etc)

Just a few things from this Month so far.
May 17th was 3 Months since my arm was broken. Its doing good. Won’t ever be 100%, but hopefully will get to at least 75. I love saying ‘My plates ache!’ just because it sounds so ridiculous. That and it’s true. And I just like whining.
The inside scar is 5 & 1/4 inches. Still very bright red, raised and very obvious. I think I’m getting a little self conscious about it. The outside one is thinner, going silver, not so dark, and 3 & 3/4th inches long. Yes, I do put Vitamin E oil on it. The bone actually buckled up near my elbow when the break(s) happened and that’s healing up pretty good. It used to be really swollen & painful, couldn’t put any weight on my elbow but it’s behaving now.

Mother’s Day was on the 13th last year, and it was also the day my Dad had his stroke. So both Mother’s Day last week and then the 13th were both weird days for me. The 30th will be one year since he died. Luckily my Mom was in England with her Family for three weeks, so she spent Mother’s Day there, and was actually on the flight back on the 13th. But she too, of course, remembered both days.
It’s very surreal still. Doesn’t feel like a year. Then again, it still doesn’t feel right that he’s gone.
Which reminds me, I wish ppl would stop talking to me about ‘God’. I have a problem with the fact that my Mother has lost her best friend and whole world and been left alone. Anywho, I’d better get off that subject (makes me angry).

Yes, I am extremely jealous I didn’t go to England with her. I haven’t been since I was 14. But I’ll get back there one day.

The 27th (of May) is another sad anniversary; 2 years since my Brother-in-law was shot multiple times and killed by police officers. I am dealing with that better this year. I have to get over some fierce anger and resentment and let some stuff go that will never be settled to my satisfaction.

Good stuff this Month is D*’s Birthday (5 years old!) was the 16th. He’s going to be out here on the 27/28th for 2 weeks.
Anywho, Darlin’ N*’s Birthday is the 31st. The year she was born the date fell on Memorial Day. She’ll be 4. She’s a wild little pony! She reminds me so much of C*, (my youngest daughter) the whole attitude thing. All I can say is I’m staying on her GOOD side!

And today, I actually left the house to go somewhere not a store or appointment. My Son-in-law insisted I go with them my oldest daughter and him) on a walk, so me, him, S*, Toby, C*, N*& T* (last 2 are my granddaughters) all did the small hike up a trail in East Layton to a spot by the little river. My face got some sun, my bad, I forgot sun block, now my normally red face anyway got even redder. I’m glad make up foundation was invented. I realized I am very out of shape (duh!). I also realized Toby is a strong swimmer! Now, remember, he’s only 8 pounds at this time, half Chihuahua half Mini Pin and the water is just crazy wild & rushing (Spring runoff in Northern Utah/Wasatch Mtn. range).

M* was standing ten feet or so away from where me & Toby were sitting on the low little bridge getting my feet splashed by the water rushing underneath, M* tossed a big rock in which made a huge splash and smacked against another rock, this sudden, loud noise scared the tar outta Toby and before I knew it, he had sproinged off into the rushing water! I’m screaming, C*is screaming, S*is screaming & M*s running towards the edge to try & rescue Toby (I couldn’t have gotten up fast enough, I’d have went right off the bridge too!) But luckily Toby had leaped in closer to the edge and a calmer spot, so after going under twice & almost getting swept away, he scrambled to shore. I think all our screaming and flailing about scared him more than his swim did. He dried off completely by the time we got back to the car, he only got tired once so I carried him for a while. I know when he wants to be picked up because he stops, stands sideways and looks up at me with his head kind of tilted. I think he’s waiting for me to say ‘You want Mommy to pick you up?’ because I always do, then he turns himself so all I have to do is bend over & scoop him up & not even need to fumble him around to pick him up right. He’s not stupid, that’s fo sho.

Anywho, he’s been wore out all day and so have I. Only crazy white kids like mine would want to go hiking around in the middle of the day on the hottest day of the year so far.
And yes, I did whine all the way up, because I like to whine. It amuses me and that’s all that matters.