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So a few days ago the Doctor’s Assistant left me a voicemail, regarding the results of my recent brain MRI. He stated that ‘The results from my most recent MRI scans indicate my condition is unchanged’.
I love how they do that.
See, they can’t tell me the results are NORMAL. Ever since a neurosurgeon went in there and removed a golf-ball-sized mass from the center of my brain stem, my condition has not been ‘normal’. Ever since a month before that when the mass filled with blood and then ruptured, causing a hemmorhagic stroke, my condition has not been ‘normal’. They can’t use the word NORMAL when referring to my brain. I just get a kick out of it. They can’t do it. So they have to use the word UNCHANGED, to tell me that there is no cause for worry and that it still looks as good as it’s gonna get.
I’m glad things are unchanged; it’s pretty much what I expected. I figure I’ve gone this long without any recurrence, I’d be surprised to see problems of a neurological nature start popping up now. But hey, I guess you never know.
Some people are so obsessed with being normal. I think most people who know me could testify I am not one of them. I am hardly concerned with the latest fashion or the hottest accessories; give me some comfy jeans and pirate T-shirts and I’m good to go. In most areas of my life, I’m fine with new things, new experiences.
This is one arena, however, in which I am happy to remain ‘unchanged’.
Oh goodie, the workday is almost over, and you can tell how hard I’m working right now. (NOT)
Actually I have been rather productive today, so I don’t feel so terribly bad about taking a few minutes to post a new entry. I am SO glad the week is vurtually over, as I said previously it’s been a killer. As I write this, I am being annoyed by the constant bobbing of my right eyeball, which over the last few months has grown more and more resistant to the idea of sitting still like it’s left counterpart and just letting me LOOK at stuff. This is a big concern for me, as this is the eye that sustained the most nerve damage when I had my stroke as a teen, and the last time I had it seriously looked at it was just starting to droop a bit and the doctors said it was a sign that it was deteriorating with age. Im worried that this new ‘bobbing’ development is the next step in how bad things are going to get.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if the biggest pirate enthusiast around ended up having to wear an eyepatch? Like anyone would believe it was not by choice…. LOL. Of course, I’d have to design my own styles, to match my many piratey moods… and have a nice professional looking one for audit days. Is there such a thing as a professional looking eyepatch, I wonder? Maybe a simple, black satin number with piping around the edges…?
Anyhoo, Im also excited because I got my Disturbed tickets, and the concert is less than 2 weeks away, Woo Hoo! I haven’t gone to a good head bangin’ event in WAYYY too long. I’m taking my 16 year old daughter, and she’s about to wet her pants she’s so hyped about it. Yep, I am the coolest pirate lovin’ mom around these days…..
Yes, the big day has come and gone… and so have the kids. They boarded a shuttle on the 27th and were off to St. George (Southern Utah) to spend their second week of Christmas vacation with grandma and grandpa. You know what that means?
I have the Wii all to myself all week long, Woo Hoo!!
My husband came over and played for awhile after dropping the kids off at the shuttle; I knocked him out cold in Boxing, I kicked his butt Bowling, and my band TOTALLY rocked harder in Guitar Hero. We had a fun time; he had even bought the kids a skiing game that you play standing on the Wii fit and using the controller and nunchuk as ski poles, and I gave that a shot, thus further proving there IS a reason I do not, and have never, and will never ski.
It was a lot of fun, and you know what? Today I CAN HARDLY MOVE. My shoulders, my upper arms, my back, my ass, my thighs, my knees – everything is stiff and sore. I got quite a workout… and I haven’t even tried the Wii Fit software yet!
I love that Wii. I did get it for the kids, but I guess it turned out to be a gift for myself as well, which works out, considering the only other gift I got was a Disturbed CD from my daughter. Way to go, kid, thanks for having my back. She rocks, she really does. I’m going to try to get tickets to Disturbed, they’re playing here at the end of January, and if I do I’m totally taking her. She’ll freak.
Still spending some time with the husband, overall it’s okay, I guess. I can’t believe he actually thinks my Pirate Enthusiasm is a bad influence on my children. This could be a deal-breaker, kids… if I can’t be me, I’m not going back, it’s just that simple. So now he says we can’t discuss it anymore until we see the counselor, because it could start a fight. Have I mentioned he still has to be the boss of everything, and tell me how to drive and where to turn in the town where I was born and raised? LOVE that…
Well welcome back to the Roller Coaster that is my life…. once again what was, has been turned upside down again. R and I are talking, a mutual friend in the chat room we frequent basically forced us to kiss and make up, but we are going to start over. He’s not coming out right now, we are going to work on some things first, make sure we both have some stuff straight before we pursue anything furher. What does that mean? Honestly, I don’t really know. But taking more time never hurt anybody, I guess, and for whatever reason, despite his problems, there’s something about him that makes me want to keep trying. He makes me nuts, he pisses me off, he constantly tries my patience, and I worry myself sick over him. But I want to keep trying, and that says something, right? Maybe it just says I need professional help… but it does say something.
Meanwhile it’s Friday, I have just about survived another week… he was supposed to be here in only a few days and I’m dissappointed that it won’t be happening, but I realize it makes sense to wait a little now and work some stuff out. Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and remind me why I invited my ex to join us this year? Oh yeah, because I was trying to be nice. You know, I still like the guy, he’s a good guy, overall. I just don’t want to be the wife he avoids at every opportunity anymore. Being alone is still better than that. He came to my apt this weekend to fix a broken door, it’s the first time he’s even been there since the day I moved in. He didn’t say anything, but I could see him looking around and seeing how much of the place was… ME. And I think maybe he realized how much of me I couldn’t be when I was with him… or maybe not. He looked at my pirate flags, my Jack Sparrow statue, the treasure chest at the end of my bed, my life-size Jack Sparrow cutout (that was a housewarming gift) the little dead pirates in their little cages hanging on my walls, the huge Skull & Bones POC logo I got from my nephew who works at Best buy and snagged it for me… He’s got to be realizing Im not coming home. There’s just not enough room in that old house for my pirate stuff, and man, nothing is ever coming between me and my pirate stuff AGAIN.
Thank goodness it’s friday! The daughter is off to her dad’s as fast as she can go, the youngest is at a sleepover, and me and the ten year-old (hereforth we shall call him the Mighty B) are havinig a Pirate’s night in, watching POC 3, at world’s end.
You know, when I convinced my hubby to let me get the Jack Sparrow tattoo, it was with the understanding that Johnny Depp himself was NOT the inspiration, only his pirate counterpart. I totally believed that at the time. Most of Depps earlier roles. while notable, were only that – notable. It was only Captain Jack himself that really pushed my buttons.
Now, after seeing Sweeney Todd, I am conflicted.
BUT – my thought is that if I distract him with a matching tattoo of the GORGEOUS Black Pearl, then I will have the time to work Sweeney in at a later date.
And then I honestly wonder: when did I become white trash???
Happy New Year!!
We had a great evening here at the Homestead: the boys came home from Grandma and Grandpa’s, their shuttle arrived just about six p.m., and dad picked up Chinese on the way home with them. We ate and ate. Then we all hunkered down in the living room and watched Pirates of the Carribbean At World’s End (yay PIRATES), and afterwards we all put on our pirate-y best and talked like pirates while we played Pirate’s Dice that the boys got for Christmas. What fun!
This year they both stuck it out until midnight, though the younger JUST BARELY… although he did perk up when I brought out pots and wooden spoons for banging on (yes, the ones I got for Christmas!) We popped a bottle of bubbly at the stroke of twelve and sent the not-so-little ones off to dreamland… all in all, a tremendous evening. How many more years before they’re both off with friends on New Years, doing who knows what? Heaven knows their sister already won’t be caught dead with us if there’s an alternative…
Anyway, back to the title of this post: my husband has partially redeemed himself, and it’s only fair that I give him credit for that. Sure, it’s after Christmas, and it’s something I found and told him he’s buying for me, but… he did. So it kinda counts. Part of what irked me last week at bowling was that right before I got questioned about my questionable Christmas, my husband had walked into the Pro Shop and bought himself a fancy new bowling ball. The nerve! So yesterday, I was dinking around online and happened across some bowling supply sites. I found a PIRATE bowling ball. With a stormy background, a skull and crossed swords on the front and a pirate ship flying the Jolly Roger on the back, it is totally, totally cheesy, and therefore, totally cool. I HAD to have it. The thing is… my bowling bag is in sorry shape. the zippers are stripped, it’s all raggedy… how could I put such a fine new ball in an old sorry thing like that? It seemed only right to look at what there was to offer in the bowling bag category while I was at it. And you’ll never guess what I found! A two-ball, rolling carrier, with flames AND the skull and crossbones!! How obnoxious can you get?? It was like being punched in the eye by Bootstrap Bill himself. Of course, when I showed my husband my fine treasures, there was no way he could refuse me booty. He shook his head, rolled his eyes and handed over the credit card.
AAAARRRGH!!!!!
