<p>omgosh zimmer…soozie is right…a group hug for you and yours! Thank goodness your husband is okay despite the injuries. Good grief what is the world coming to?</p>
<p>Zimmer - {hugs!} How incredibly sweet that your H would keep that from you until he was home. But I am so sorry about all that is happening. I can’t imagine rebreaking the nose - we’ve been through rebreaks, and they are awful - but never the nose. And the tree - goodness. That kinda stuff usually happens here, too, when hubby is out of town.</p>
<p>My D is currently showing me the difference between sons and daughters! She SMS’d us 3 or 4 times during her trip over, and has sent a longer email every day! And she’s only been gone 2 days. Plus, the kicker: she left us a note on her bed, explaining how she was excited but scared about her first solo trip, and with a separate note detailing instructions on how to take care of her cat and her violin! She just turned 18 - this is such a great “practice” for college - for both her and us.</p>
<p>Zimmer…{{{big hugs}}} your way. What a scary experience for your family.
Hope the healing process is fast (for your H and your S).</p>
<p>Still no word from Sailor S…sigh.</p>
<p>Eeek. Zimmer. When I have weeks like that I always feel that the series of smaller catastrophes maybe fended off a huge one. Superstition is a great replacement for causality…</p>
<p>MOWC. Sorry, don’t go around giving hugs to women I’ve never met (virtual meetings don’t really count) but I have an idea for you.</p>
<p>First surgery I had was when I was about 6 when I had my tonsils out. Both good and bad news. Bad part, of course, was the hospital, then had to be careful of speaking for a lengthy period of time. Good news was that I was under doctors’ orders to eat lots of ice cream and my mother was under directions to supply same.</p>
<p>Ever since then, whenever anyone I know has to go for surgery, I recommend they figure out some recovery requirement equivalent to eating ice cream. Makes the recovery time more pleasant, as well as thinking of it.</p>
<p>Wishing you a speedy recovery (but not too speedy).</p>
<p>With a foot or leg injury, I highly recommend needing to be waited on hand and foot (so to speak.) Seems like even once you start getting around better, you should still not be on your feet too long for things like washing dishes or cooking. ;)</p>
<p>My problem is that I have to be completely non-weight bearing on my right leg for 6 weeks. That is on top of the completely non-weight bearing I just FINISHED!! So-there’s not much I can do until the doc will let me in the pool again. I’ll go back to work on Monday-with the brace and crutches. We have a good ice machine there, at least.
Goal is not to gain 300 pounds.
Thanks for the thoughts and suggestions.</p>
<p>I’m so sorry for everything that everyone else on here is going through! You are in my prayers.</p>
<p>I almost hate to post it, but I have nothing wrong other than I am feeling overwhelmingly blue. I can really not do much of anything right now. I was doing a great job of walking 2-3 miles every morning (trying to get those endorphins going) and then lifting weights when I got home, but in the last ten days to two weeks I can’t get motivated to do anything. Maybe the pre-college blues? :(</p>
<p>Like the old saying goes, “this too shall pass”</p>
<p>Thanks for the hugs and encouragement. Alumother, we think alike…Let’s see, H wasn’t killed! S wasn’t in car! Lots of positives there!!</p>
<p>Sportsmama, a classic case of pre-college blues if I ever saw one. I keep starting to have my own, but other people keep having little problems so I can’t sink in and have a good funk. Guess that’s another positive of sorts?</p>
<p>MOWC, I highly recommend a little bell to keep by your side so you can ring it when you need something. My mama brought me up with that and it was always such a comfort knowing that if I rang the bell she would come running. For some reason when I got married, even though Mama gave me a bell to keep, H has managed to sneak it back to her house everytime we visit so it is never around when I want to use it…hmm.</p>
<p>Sportsmama - I’ve been feeling a little bit of the same…I think because it has rained NONstop here in Houston almost the entire summer. (And yes it is pouring as I type.) My hobby is gardening and my landscape committee, and I usually get my exercise walking outdoors, about 4 miles at least 4 times a week. So I’m missing both activities desperately. My frame of mind is definitely directly related to my level of physical activity. </p>
<p>I worked out on the elliptical today and that has really helped. It’s boring and not my favorite thing, but it gets the job done. Maybe if you just force the exercise issue you may find yourself in a turnaround? It would be good for ya because I find the worst blues usually come in those weeks after our kids have left for college.</p>
<p>ldmom-
Need to post that on the exercise thread!
I did my 3 m. run (more like a slow jog) in the HEAT today; hate that it’s so hot. But the lift comes from running by the lakes/ponds, watching the fish jump, looking at all the pretty lily pads in bloom, and spotting occasional gators. And I get such a kick out of the giant sandhill cranes we have in our area- they just stand there and watch you jog by. Such beautiful creatures- we always see them in “families”- so cute! Nature makes me so happy!
{{{Hugs}}} to everyone! (Good mood right now- can you tell?)</p>
<p>That’s what I missing doubleplay…my nature ‘fix’!! This rain is killin’ me!</p>
<p>I’m in a similar good mood though … 45 minutes on the elliptical will do it; but I’d really rather be looking at gators and lily pads…or in my case, tall forest and pretty birds… 
And I haven’t had my hands in dirt for almost 3 weeks! Oh well…maybe tomorrow!</p>
<p>Well, after reading Zimmer’s tale (and hugs to your H and whole family!) this isn’t such a big deal, but it has not been a good day. We are the proud owners of a 1972 Chevrolet Corvette (red!) and my H finally decided that it should go into the shop and get the work done which should have been done over the past 10 years. It was in the shop from March until last week. My 15 year old S has been bugging me to pick him up in the 'Vette from a summer school course he is taking. Yesterday I attempted to do that, but couldn’t even get the car out of the garage. It kept stalling out. My H came home and eventually was able to start it and move it. So, this morning I tried again and was able to get the car going. I am tooling along on the highway I need to use in order to get to the school when, all of a sudden, I hear a horrendous noise coming from under the car. I thought I had dropped the entire new exhaust system. I pulled over onto the shoulder of the road as quickly as possible, got out of the car, made sure I hadn’t blown a tire, lay down and looked under the car, and nothing seemed to be dragging on the ground. I moved the car another 100 feet or so to get to a somewhat safer place and I could still hear this metal on metal sound. So, I called H, I called our classic car insurance company, I called AAA, I called older S at home and asked him to pick up younger brother, and then I waited. And waited. On the shoulder of a busy interstate with trucks flying by me in the right lane. Very comforting. The car was towed to the station which had just released it to us, and it turns out that the parking brake had disintegrated and what I had been listening to was that very disintegration. Wonderful.</p>
<p>Then, later this afternoon I went for a scheduled MRI on my shoulder and semi-freaked out in the chamber. I have had a couple of MRI’s before without incident. The technician asked (before the test started) whether I wanted headphones and music and I said sure. But, as soon as she slid me into the chamber I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. It was too warm, I was too confined and the headphones were making it worse. Fortunately, the first part was only 1 minute long and when it ended I immediately pressed the emergency buzzer she had given me. I told her what I was feeling and that I thought the headphones were making it worse because they were making the space feel even more confining. So, she gave me earplugs instead, and then asked if I wanted her to send some cool air into the machine. Of course, I said, while thinking to myself, “why wouldn’t you automatically give everyone some cool air, you fool!” What a difference when she did that! It had been so hot in there, on top of being so confining. I was able to get through the next 30 minutes without too much trouble, but ugh, what a day.</p>
<p>OMG, momofsons, I know the feeling of the “Chamber”…</p>
<p>Years ago I was having a hard time with my eyeballs (actually I think it was because I got sprayed in the eyes with benzoyl peroxide by accident but that’s neither here nor there)…and they decided to do an MRI on my “orbits”.</p>
<p>So I go in there, thinking I’ve got some kind of brain tumor or something, and as soon as they get me in the chamber, I start having all these weird thoughts. Like “hmmm this is what it’s like to be in a coffin.” AAAAAAHHHH! :eek:</p>
<p>Nice thoughts. THEN we finally finish up and I’m begging the poor techs: “Hey, you didn’t see anything, did you? Like a big old TUMOR?” And they of course reply that they “are not authorized to discuss the results” and I will have to wait umpteen weeks to talk to my doctor. </p>
<p>Anyway, HUGS to you, I hope your shoulder is OK. (And thanks for letting me vent while I’m at it).</p>
<p>omgosh mom…hugs for anyone who goes through a closed MRI. I’ve only had one, in an emergency room for what turned out to be kidney stones, and I was practically unconscious on morphine and the experience still unnerved me. After your day, I think you need to get your hugs here and head to Sinner’s Alley for your cocktail. ;)</p>
<p>Thanks for the SA suggestion, ldmom. I don’t really drink, but I may make an exception in this case. A virtual exception. ;)</p>
<p>there ya go…virtual margaritas for everyone! :)</p>
<p>I’ll virtually second that virtual drink, Momof3sons! What the heck, have several. We won’t tell.</p>
<p>{Hugs} to ya, sitting around a highway is never a picnic. And don’t get me started on those closed chambers (uhhh, shudder). Extra hugs to anyone who has to do one of those. I guess they wouldn’t be so bad if 1. my mind would just shut up, and 2. I didn’t get the creepy crawlies just then.</p>
<p>So maybe that’s what the valium was for? Next time…</p>
<p>I need hugs today. Yesterday, I was in the emergency room because my H had a kidney stone. He was in so much pain. But they gave him lots of drugs and believe it or not the stone passed last night. He was very lucky, the emergency room thought that it would take days. It was his first one, poor guy, he sees the doctor on Monday and see what he can do to prevent it.</p>
<p>I am interviewing for a full time job today. I’ve very nervous, not about the interview but about working full time. I’ve worked part time for 10 years and I’m very happy with my job and the situation. But the kids are going to college and I need to work more. We need to have more income and I know that working full time is in the cards. I really value the time I have with my kids and with my D being a senior I imagine all these “lasts” and all the things that she will need me for the last time. She still needs to visit schools and so many things, I want to go on a last trip with her. I don’t know if I want to work full time. But the opportunity has presented itself and I don’t know if I want to take advantage of it.</p>