So Carrie had her surgery on Jan 22. It went well and we're into week 4 of the recovery. Thank god. Neither one of us can stand her not being able to do anything. LOL She can't cook or clean, go for extended walks, have a bath (showers are ok but not the same), no sex (there are alternatives but where's the fun in only one getting pleasure?) and not allowed to lift, push or pull anything over 10 pounds.
On the plus side she isn't in pain but she does have the odd bad day.
Last night our friend Karen called to see if we could watch her boys be cause the sitter canceled at the last minute. I was a little leery because Logan had had a fever most of the day. We'd given him some Advil and he had seemed fine even up to the point when he ate the Pizza Pocket. All three of them went to bed and around 9:00 pm one of the twins came out saying Logan was barfing in his bed. He was and it was all pizza pocket. I'm guessing the cheese and the fever didn't like each other. So we ended up doing a load of laundry at 9:30/10:00ish.
It's only 20 days to my birthday! I know I'm getting old too. Last year I put my back out and that sucked but that's not what makes think I'm getting old. A couple days ago my back was stiffening up so I twist a bit and it POPPED. That felt better than a freaking orgasm. That makes me feel old.
Shut and get off my lawn ya stupid kids! Now pass the Geritol and multivitamins.
