hey, i used to be frequent on this site--but some stuff happened!
my husband and i were trying to conceive, then someone decided to go and get crushed by 4,000lbs of scenery!
obviously we put that on hold for a few months, but we will be starting up again soon. while on the gurney in the emergency room, his foot was facing the wrong direction, his wrist was a "Z" shape, he was red with bruises and shivering in pain and he says to me, "i think we gotta put the baby stuff on hold, i am sorry." how sweet is he? and silly, like i cared about that at that particular time!
he was in a wheelchair for about two months, and a cane for about another two. he will walk with a limp for a long time and his wrist--well who knows. he has had a total of four surgeries and has a total of 10 screws and two plates in his body. what is cool is that he got to keep one of the plates and three screws that were only temporary in his wrist, he is a carpenter so he finds all hardware fascinating... also, he is the fourth person to have the type of rebuilding bone surgery that was done on his wrist. very cool.
AND he is on his second day without a cigarette!!!
(not to brag, but i quit on Dec. 26th 2006 and have no desire what so ever to start again!!!)
this whole ordeal has been very difficult on him. most men do not want to be taken care of--especially when they are truly physically incapable of taking care of themselves, and now he may never be able to do the work that he loves and is trained to do... so it is not easy for him.
i do have a funny bit for you all though:
So, i used to poop my pants, a lot. Then I got better. Then my husband was crushed and had to rely on me for everything--including helping him to the old person commode in the living room. And after a long day of working in the entertainment industry with divas, I had to come home and clean out the poop bucket in my living room. Well, that takes a toll on a person... Then as fate and luck would have it we are finally able to get him out of the house with wheel chair transport to a company Christmas party. We come home, worn out, and our dog has had diarrhea all over our office. Not just any diarrhea, he must have spun around while going--it was on the TV, my yoga stuff, the carpet, walls--EVERYWHERE! So not only did I have to clean my own poop, my husbands' poop, but now I had to clean poop off a television from my dog!
We called carpet cleaners.
That story wasn't funny for two days... now it is...
I miss you guys!!!
what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?