The Thumb of DOOM

So its kind of amazing to me just how disabled dissing your THUMB can make you. You really wouldn't think so but holy crap.

1. I can't get it wet for any longer than say a quickie shower (please hold it out of the water most of the time) once a day. Therefore doing the dishes, taking a long hot bath, cleaning the bathrooms, etc are all a no go. I suppose I could surgical tape a glove to my hand but really? The adhesive I HAVE TO HAVE to keep the stitches under wraps is already making my skin crazy. Do I really wanna spread the joy??

2. I can't bend it or grasp anything with my left hand with out REMARKABLE amounts of pain. You ever tried to live your life (esp that of a mother of the worlds largest 19 month old) with out being able to pick up much of anything with your left hand. True, it could be worse. It could be my right hand. But see I usually carry the kid with the left arm so I have my dominate hand free to do stuff. Also attempting to use the left arm but NOT the hand results in your shoulder, elbow and wrists being TICKED at you for weeks afterwards.

Also since I popped a stitch in the first 24 hours I had to be EXTRA careful so I didn't pop the others and split my wound open.

So basically no deep cleaning, all lifting must be done with the other arm (which is just THRILLED at me for the extra work) and try to keep it dry, m'kay?

Needless to say by the time I got those friggin stitches out I was ready to kill something and I think there were grimlins living in the filth in my kitchen. Also it took me a week to fix my sleep schedule between the all night trip to the ER and the nice pain pills that really screwed with my head.

So its taken me for frigging ever to unearth my kitchen, decontaminate my fridge and basically start to reverse the downward trend in my houses sanitation level.

Thankfully now my thumb is mostly healed up. The stitches are out. I still put a bandaid and polysporin on it every night when I go to bed just to help it finish healing just b/c the suture where I lost one of the stitches didn't heal nearly as well as the one where the stitches stayed in tact (can't imagine why) and so I'm trying to help it finish healing with the bandaids. The owie still hurts if you apply any pressure to the area but for the most part I can move it and use it with out too much pain. I'm hopeful that someday I'll have a normal thumb again.

So my house cleaning efforts kinda went BOOM for a couple weeks because of the thumb issue but the good news is that we're largely reversing this trend and even making some progress. I have high hopes that maybe by the end of the month we might just have conquered the paper work mountain and slain the dragon that is my living room (baby toys! EVERYWHERE!).

But otherwise things seem to be showing some improvement. We're just sort of holding our breath and waiting to see if they continue on this trend or not.

Also if you want to entertain a toddler for an hour - tie a balloon to his shoe and make the string just long enough so the bottom of the balloon is level with his forehead. He'll have a blast. :)

Update on Life

Well, I decided Thurs nite that I was jealous of all the attention other people were receiving and just the other day I'd realized it had been a whole several years since my last trip to the ER (hey for me thats GOOD) and I must not have knocked on wood enough when I had that thought because I was attempting to cut the worlds thickest zip ties holding Caleb's last Christmas present in its box (I've been spacing them out to keep him happier longer since he's 19 months old and doesn't know any better) and it was really stiff and FINALLY it popped and the knife slipped and went right thru my thumb of my other hand that was holding the box....

Thankfully it was the outer lower section of my left thumb so I missed all the really important bits and I'm very grateful I was using the SMALLER of the two blades on the pocket knife so it only took 2 stitches to sew up the In side and 1 stitch to close the Out side. And they did put me on antibiotics for a few days because its so close to the joint and joint infections are a BAD thing.

So that was just a lovely visit to the emergency room at midnight. Nothing quite like a trip to the ER in the wee hours. What made things really interesting is Caleb was already asleep, Adam and I had both already taken our sleeping pills for the night (Adam was about to go to bed b/c his were already working) so while I could drive myself to the ER if I say grabbed some masking tape and used that to pressure wrap some paper towel to my hand, there was no way I was going to be able to drive myself home unless the entire ER visit took less than an hour (HAHAHAHAHHAhahahahahahHA). So we started calling around and a VERY sweet sister from my church was able to come and take me and she sat with me and talked to me the whole time and even stopped by the pharmacy to get me drugs and let me go through a drive thru to grab some food on the way home. That woman is truly a saint and I am so very thankful for her and her kind service.

So the thumb hurts but its healing. I've been kicking butt and taking names in the cleaning of the office/house/giant paper work mountain. I can hardly believe how much progress I've made. Starting at the back and working forward is DEFINITELY the way to go. I've had to slow down a bit because of the thumb and we also got a new dresser this week that took me a bit to assemble and then organize everything. But its SO nice and BIG and pretty!! I like it. Ikea rocks.

And we got the first toy organizer thing this week and it has made SUCH a big difference in the livability and cleanability of my living room. I do want to get one more organizer thing for the bigger toys but otherwise this thing rocks my socks. And then the room should look and feel and function SO much better.

Had a good day out with the hubby. We saw Tangled which was HYSTERICAL. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

All in all. Life's looking pretty good. Even with the gimp thumb and the teething child. :)

Giving myself a gift

So I got a comment on my last post and its haunted my thoughts as I cleaned (I so kicked butt in the office btw). Judy doesn't make resolutions. She choses to give herself a gift. I want to give myself the gift of a house of order. I feel so, so much better about life the universe and everything when my house is in order. I cannot control other people. I cannot control anything except my own actions. I can decide to give myself this gift. I can have a beautiful, peaceful, clean and organized home. I can give that to myself. Its in my power to do so. And that gift would mean so much to me.

And yes this is not a small task. But instead of this horrible thing that haunts me and makes me feel like a bad mother/wife/person I can chose to one small piece at a time give myself this gift. And it can be beautiful and if I just do one thing at a time its not too big or over whelming and I can feel better, more peaceful and have pride in my home.

There is nothing to be lost, no matter how things in my life turn out, by putting things in order and making things more beautiful. I think this is the gift I want to give myself.

I want to give myself the gift of health by focusing on improving my eating and exercising but I don't think I can handle that yet. I don't feel ready for that. Capable of that. But I do feel fully capable of giving myself the gift of a house of order.

So thats my focus. I chose to give myself the gift of a house of order and I will do it one small step at a time until I manage it.

Also - I think the start at the back and work my way forward thru the paper mountain is exactly the right thing to do. I'm so excited. I think I can actually conquer this this time. :)

Happy New Year

So last month was a blogging fail. It wasn't that I didn't have things to say it was that I couldn't figure out how to say the things I was thinking and so I'd stare at the blogger window and poke at it and give up in frustration and a lack of words.

Somethings are doing better. Last month was pretty much insane with the holidays and various family groups coming to town. Some of the behavior that was making me insane has significantly improved for the most part and we're holding our breath waiting to see if the changes are permanent or just temporary. Its hard to sit in a holding pattern.

In my experience my house is an excellent indicator of my mental/emotional state. Its looked like hell for the past month. And would have continued to do so if not for my folks coming to stay with us for 10 days for Christmas. If I'm doing well, my house does well. If I'm not doing so hot and there isn't an external motivation to MAKE myself clean then it doesn't happen.

I've decided I'm depressed. I don't think I'd call it "depression" tho. I don't think we're discussing a serious anything (which would take some talent since I've been on antidepressants for years) but I'm definitely on the apathetic, lethargic, sleep disturbed, brain foggy, listless, glum side. I get out of bed because the child needs me to. I'm not like all weepy and I'm not suicidal by any stretch so its not major. I think my Dad would phrase it something like "I'm depressed because right now this that and the other suck and its depressing. I do not have depression."

But right this moment we've got a little uptick in the mojo thanks I think to the Momma being here (even if she was sick - more on that later) and we're gonna go ahead and run with that.

I think I'm going to try to tackle the filth in the office again. Its the paperwork mess. More like the giant man eating paper mountain of satan but we can just call it the paper mess for now. I've tried to conquer it several times. I always start with the most recent and work back. That hasn't worked. We've decided that since the definition of insanity is to repeat the same behavior over and over expecting different results we're gonna try a different approach. I'm going to start at the back and work forward. I'm going to go through my filing cabinet and weed it out and organize it. And then get all the crap thats already IN the office dealt with and THEN try and tackle the more recent mail mess thats in my dining room. The house hasn't blown up with my ignoring the majority of the mail for the last few months so I doubt it will suffer much now if I continue to ignore it and am productive in other areas.

Who knows maybe this plan will actually work? It could happen.

I keep debating if I'm going to make new years resolutions or not. Because on the one hand I almost ALWAYS break them. And I really don't need ANY more fail in my life. On the other I've had some recent conversations that have reminded me how important positive affirmations and visualizations are to success. And so I debate.

I think I'll sit and have a think about what I would like to make resolutions on and then I'll decide if calling them "resolutions" is the best way to achieve them or not.... Maybe. Hmmmm. I'll think while I clean.... *wanders off to conquer the office*

Smoking in Front of Your Kids is Bullshit

*Fair warning: I will occasionally use profanity in this post. If this offends you, I'm sorry. Don't read it.*

I'm going to start a facebook shitstorm with this post. But really, smoking in front of your kids is one of those subjects on which I reveal that I am in fact related to the rest of my family and become completely and totally NOT politically correct.

If you disagree with me please feel free to publish your own posts about why I'm wrong. Forgive me if I don't bother to dignify your posts by responding to them.

My logic goes something like this:

Cancer is bullshit.

Smoking causes cancer. (Please see TheTruth.com if you have questions here).

Second hand smoke causes cancer.

Therefore: Smoking in front of your children is giving them cancer.

Or for those who want to argue the point I'll word it more technically correct: Smoking in front of your children carries the direct risk of giving your children cancer.

And personally I don't see how its any different from poisoning your kids right here and now instead of 20 years from now, maybe. It wouldn't be okay to play russian roulette with your toddler so why is it okay to play time machine russian roulette with your toddler.

If you're an adult and you chose to smoke, more power to ya. You're an adult. If you want to slowly kill yourself that is your right and privilege. My uncle who used to smoke once told me that: "Smoking is for cowards who haven't got the guts to kill themselves outright." I think I need that on a t-shirt personally.

So please, if you want to smoke feel free. But I don't wanna die that way so please don't do it any where near me. And if you do it any where near my child I reserve the right to come unglued.

Also if I see you smoking in front of your children I will attempt to restrain my impulse to smack you upside the head and call CPS because personally, I consider it child abuse.

Yes there is a new study out there that claims that there MIGHT be actual long term mental health side effects from smoking in front of your kid. I'd love to see some more research done but it was a big sample in a well done study so I'm inclined to think that further studies will continue to find similar results.

AND theres a whole body of existing research about how bad it is for their physical health to smoke in front of your kids for those unconvinced by the latest study about mental health. Feel free to go ask your pediatrician about it. The American Academy of Pediatrics would LOVE to educate you on the subject I'm sure.

If you don't want to be my friend any more after reading this post that is your right and privilege. If you disagree with me in the comments here please bring a LARGE body of empirical, impartial, peer reviewed scientific research as evidence or I will feel free to ignore you. 

Semi Rant: Extraordinary Measures

I do NOT understand using extraordinary measures to prolong the life (and suffering) of a very elderly person. I'm talking about someone old, who has lived their life, who is at peace with their place in it and wants to go home to their Heavenly Father and whose life is only being sustained by machines and science. And most importantly is in pain and not likely to get better. Ever.

I'm not saying we should go pull the plug on every coma patient or that nobody should ever use extraordinary measures to sustain life. However, in this case, its an end of life scenario where even if the individual were to survive the current event the damage is so significant that their quality of life for however long they have left is going to suck. Big time.

I really hate quality of life discussions. They're no fun. They're uncomfortable. Nobody likes to have the chat but I've had to have these discussions before with my parents as they've both survived multiple rounds of cancer. And with cancer the bisnitch of the thing is that there's almost ALWAYS something more they can try, but the thing is, some of the treatments are so horrible, and they'll only buy you maybe a couple months extra, if they don't kill you outright. So you can have 3 months of pretty okay and then croak or you can have maybe a year from hell and then die anyways. My parents have both clearly expressed that they don't want to be subjected to that. They'd both rather go in peace and have made both my sister and I promise to let them do just that.

But the poor soul I'm thinking of is currently being put through the ringer because their children are not ready yet for them to leave. The same children who are not sitting at the bedside watching their loved one suffer. I think if you want to put that person through this hell, especially when they've said they don't want to, then you should have to sit there and WATCH and not go out of town to party in Vegas. You're a 60 something year old person. Grow up and do right by your parent and stop bullying/guilt tripping the person with medical power of attorney into doing what you want.

I may be slight opinionated...

Random Post #342.91678

So I'm debating the odds that I would have to call a plumber if I were to actually do as I've threatened a million times now and flush the kid down the toilet. Because I apparently did not give birth to a human child as I first thought, I apparently gave birth to a howler monkey or possibly a pterodactyl. Sometimes its hard to tell which really.

Oh and he's cutting a new molar and he's got a cold. So he's been a SUPER HAPPY little camper this week. Can you see me twitch from there?

But in other news I made good headway to today in putting away/organizing my beads in the new drawers. This is super positive and I've been avoiding it. But I realized today that I had this giant mess I call a dining room/ kitchen to clean and I was reasonably confident that if I cleaned it it would simply be dirty again in record breaking time and I just couldn't face cleaning it but then in one corner of the filth I saw the beads sitting there in the suit case waiting to be unpacked and put away and like a shining ray of hope I saw something I could clean that would probably stay that way for at least a day or two and it was bright and glorious. So we spent some quality time playing with the beads (and getting lots of good ideas for what I want to do with some of them).

And other than some minor friend stalkage/withdrawl I'm going okay. And at some point when I'm feeling more verbose I'll tell you all about my trip home for Turkey Day.