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So, two weeks ago, or so, my son crammed his pinky into the wall. It hurt, he said "ouch" in about that tone (this being my super-laid back kid). He showed me, I said, "How bad does it hurt?" He shrugged. I forgot about it.
Until day before yesterday, that is, when he showed me he can no longer straighten it. OH MY GOD! And, worst of all, he cannot play the guitar properly.
A minor thing? Not for Kelly. He is quite good at the guitar, but how long did he wait to tell me of this? About a week. Oy oy oy oy... SON!!!!!!!
He would not let me take a picture, but this is what I found pic-wise--similar to his injury, but his injury is to the first joint of his left hand pinky.
Saw the doctor today, got sent to the hospital for x-rays. Now we wait until tomorrow to see what the next step is. I do not feel cheery about shelling out a $500 deductible this month, at all. I'll have to charge it, which annoys me. Well, I already shelled out 100, so now it is 400.
Anyway, we will likely see Dr. Toledo (Holy Toledo!) either tomorrow or Friday afternoon. Surgery would be next week, I imagine--he has finals this week, and we really can't be missing those. Dr. Toledo did my daughter's foot surgery, and was one of the doctors who helped convince Tiff she was meant to go into medicine. :) He's a fantastic surgeon so Kelly will be in good hands.
Sigh, my son. Not only this, but Mumsy here learned that the boy wonder 'slept through' the bus pickup time...and just kinda did not tell me. My punishment originally was to make him clean out the garage on Saturday, but now I can't do that! ARGH!!!! So instead, he is computerless until finals are over, and no friends are allowed over. Neither of which fazes him, as he is the kind of kid who just shrugs, picks up a book and reads. He's always been annoying like that. ARGH!
We also intended for him to finish his driver's ed next week, but now with a damaged, possibly surgeried-upon finger... We'll have to wait and see. At this rate, I won't be car shopping for him until April.
Nick and I read Death Note 7 together tonight. At least up until THAT spot... (Oh, L!) and now I don't care anymore. It is just WRONG, I tell you, WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! ARGH! This is why I refuse to read Manga! Or whatever! Wrong wrong wrong! I am done with it! *cries*
Just so damn wrong.
What else? I am reading several books at once now, which proves to me I am seriously unfocused. When I have this many books going I am stressy, distracted, worried about something. I can't lose myself in the book sufficiently. All are wonderful books, but my head is in some weird space at the moment.
Five weeks from today, Nick is here. We can't wait to aggravate and annoy each other. I can't wait for him to come and cook and clean for me, and walk my dogs, etc. It is going to be so sweet to have a houseboy for a few weeks! Squee! LOL. And if he does a good job, I'll even let him write on my computer. LOL. Okay I am just teasing--he is not expected to come here and do slave labor for me. I want him to have fun, and enjoy himself, and aggravate me if he wants. I would love to be aggravated by him, really. I can handle it. Smile.
Actually, what I am really afraid of? That it will be sheer heaven, and so beautiful it is going to just slay me for him to go back to Germany. *holds onto his ankles*
Writing. Let's not talk about it. Thanks. See above problem re: focusing. I am aware of this problem, yet am not sure how to go about fixing it. I have my story, I have my research, I have everything but the ability to let Real Life leave my brain, and sit down and immerse myself. I actually miss the days when I had a writing computer that didn't have internet, only music. It was upstairs in the loft--my son's domain now--and I would sit at that old thing and listen to music and plug in. It was gosh, Windows 2000? What was before that? And the music, and that was it. I really thrived with that. Down here, everything is a distraction. Heck even my aquarium is--I'll sit here and watch my angel fish (she is so pretty) swimming around and the minutes accumulate.
I'm also on too many lists. I think it is time to pare that down. Yeah.
And one more thing--cryptic words ahead, but this is my lj so I am spouting here because I can. Seaside. Two certain people on there. It is a good thing that Nick keeps me in line, and I listen to his logic, as I am very angry right now, and disgusted, and frankly creeped out by those two. They really really are so clueless, and so... The immaturity level of those two truly makes my stomach clench. The best consolation is this though--they are coming across as utter fools, and yet are too foolish to see that no one has sympathy for them. It truly is difficult though for me not to send a few choice words to the both of them. But it is not (currently) my battle to fight--though I'd do so gladly. I simply do not get such childishness, so I chant to myself 'rise above, rise above.' For I am better than they are. For now, anyway. Smile. They've got one line left ahead of them--should they cross it, I am afraid the Wrath of Carolyn may be unleashed. But then again, they truly aren't worth it. *shrug*
Ahh okay, let's go to bed and read now, shall we? Tonight's choice... a marvelous English boarding school mystery, An Improbable Cause, in which Edgar Allan Poe as a child plays a role. First person, wonderfully atmospheric, and bad school boys abound.
I still cannot believe what happened to L. *cries*
Carolyn, DONE!
Until day before yesterday, that is, when he showed me he can no longer straighten it. OH MY GOD! And, worst of all, he cannot play the guitar properly.
A minor thing? Not for Kelly. He is quite good at the guitar, but how long did he wait to tell me of this? About a week. Oy oy oy oy... SON!!!!!!!
He would not let me take a picture, but this is what I found pic-wise--similar to his injury, but his injury is to the first joint of his left hand pinky.
Saw the doctor today, got sent to the hospital for x-rays. Now we wait until tomorrow to see what the next step is. I do not feel cheery about shelling out a $500 deductible this month, at all. I'll have to charge it, which annoys me. Well, I already shelled out 100, so now it is 400.
Anyway, we will likely see Dr. Toledo (Holy Toledo!) either tomorrow or Friday afternoon. Surgery would be next week, I imagine--he has finals this week, and we really can't be missing those. Dr. Toledo did my daughter's foot surgery, and was one of the doctors who helped convince Tiff she was meant to go into medicine. :) He's a fantastic surgeon so Kelly will be in good hands.
Sigh, my son. Not only this, but Mumsy here learned that the boy wonder 'slept through' the bus pickup time...and just kinda did not tell me. My punishment originally was to make him clean out the garage on Saturday, but now I can't do that! ARGH!!!! So instead, he is computerless until finals are over, and no friends are allowed over. Neither of which fazes him, as he is the kind of kid who just shrugs, picks up a book and reads. He's always been annoying like that. ARGH!
We also intended for him to finish his driver's ed next week, but now with a damaged, possibly surgeried-upon finger... We'll have to wait and see. At this rate, I won't be car shopping for him until April.
Nick and I read Death Note 7 together tonight. At least up until THAT spot... (Oh, L!) and now I don't care anymore. It is just WRONG, I tell you, WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! ARGH! This is why I refuse to read Manga! Or whatever! Wrong wrong wrong! I am done with it! *cries*
Just so damn wrong.
What else? I am reading several books at once now, which proves to me I am seriously unfocused. When I have this many books going I am stressy, distracted, worried about something. I can't lose myself in the book sufficiently. All are wonderful books, but my head is in some weird space at the moment.
Five weeks from today, Nick is here. We can't wait to aggravate and annoy each other. I can't wait for him to come and cook and clean for me, and walk my dogs, etc. It is going to be so sweet to have a houseboy for a few weeks! Squee! LOL. And if he does a good job, I'll even let him write on my computer. LOL. Okay I am just teasing--he is not expected to come here and do slave labor for me. I want him to have fun, and enjoy himself, and aggravate me if he wants. I would love to be aggravated by him, really. I can handle it. Smile.
Actually, what I am really afraid of? That it will be sheer heaven, and so beautiful it is going to just slay me for him to go back to Germany. *holds onto his ankles*
Writing. Let's not talk about it. Thanks. See above problem re: focusing. I am aware of this problem, yet am not sure how to go about fixing it. I have my story, I have my research, I have everything but the ability to let Real Life leave my brain, and sit down and immerse myself. I actually miss the days when I had a writing computer that didn't have internet, only music. It was upstairs in the loft--my son's domain now--and I would sit at that old thing and listen to music and plug in. It was gosh, Windows 2000? What was before that? And the music, and that was it. I really thrived with that. Down here, everything is a distraction. Heck even my aquarium is--I'll sit here and watch my angel fish (she is so pretty) swimming around and the minutes accumulate.
I'm also on too many lists. I think it is time to pare that down. Yeah.
And one more thing--cryptic words ahead, but this is my lj so I am spouting here because I can. Seaside. Two certain people on there. It is a good thing that Nick keeps me in line, and I listen to his logic, as I am very angry right now, and disgusted, and frankly creeped out by those two. They really really are so clueless, and so... The immaturity level of those two truly makes my stomach clench. The best consolation is this though--they are coming across as utter fools, and yet are too foolish to see that no one has sympathy for them. It truly is difficult though for me not to send a few choice words to the both of them. But it is not (currently) my battle to fight--though I'd do so gladly. I simply do not get such childishness, so I chant to myself 'rise above, rise above.' For I am better than they are. For now, anyway. Smile. They've got one line left ahead of them--should they cross it, I am afraid the Wrath of Carolyn may be unleashed. But then again, they truly aren't worth it. *shrug*
Ahh okay, let's go to bed and read now, shall we? Tonight's choice... a marvelous English boarding school mystery, An Improbable Cause, in which Edgar Allan Poe as a child plays a role. First person, wonderfully atmospheric, and bad school boys abound.
I still cannot believe what happened to L. *cries*
Carolyn, DONE!
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Date: 2008-01-18 11:04 pm (UTC)It was amazing to finally meet, yes. I'll never forget that tall, lean(!!!VERY) figure leaning against that pole outside of baggage claim in Hamburg, looking all shy, and me all burning up and freaked that I nearly had missed my connection and my phone wasn't working. My daughter had to fix that for me--I kinda didn't know I had to flip the international switch. LOL.
I've given up arguing with Nick over the age thing. I insist I am too old for him, and yet, since knowing him? I've grown younger. It is magical.
I am off! To eat dinner with the MIL (with whom I remain friends).
She's buying!
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:53 pm (UTC)You are not too old! Just let love do that magic trick, and age is nothing. I also felt younger when being together with my last BF. Okay, I have to admit that sometimes, I also felt older, because there were big differences in our experience to live independently. But apart from that, it was wonderful to feel so carefree at times.
Your MIL sounds like a great person. I hope you had fun at the dinner.