Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Ouch Times Two

I've been meaning to write a post about where I've been (overuse injury in shoulder, aggravated by computer use, causing dramatic amounts of pain), but when the doctor describes what happened to you child's femur by saying, "It's like you took a can of pop* and crushed it from the ends, so it bulges out a little on the sides", one really doesn't have the mental energy.

The rule apparently is that you don't slide down a slide *with* your child. My mother is beside herself, even though it could have been any of us. Several people, including me, now have some vague memory of hearing this at some point in the past, but no one can remember where. Where the hell is the handbook for these things?

Peanut will be ok. She's feeling much better now that we figured out what happened and immobilized her leg with something that, thank GOD, is not a cast and is in fact removable for baths. Standard pain relievers of the kind you buy at the supermarket instead of the backstreets seem to suffice, and we go back next week to be sure that no other damage was done (i.e., the kind that would require surgical intervention).

I will be back soon. I am on my fourth job position in as many months as of tomorrow (though it is temporary, and I'll be back at the third place soon), and I haven't had time to really read email, much less blog. It's been a long few months, but I got asked to do something kind of cool with my blog next month, so I'm trying to get back to writing. I have also decided to attempt to do some writing that other people might want to say, "Hey, I'll vouch for this by putting it in my magazine, online or otherwise", so I have to pace myself, lest my right arm finally wrench itself off my body in disgust.

Two final happy thoughts about Peanut: When she watches the river otters at the zoo, she giggles continuously, as if being tickled. And she demanded peanut-butter waffles tonight, which she has never had but apparently sounded good to her.

*Yes, pop. Not soda, pop. I stopped saying pop when I lived in NYC, but I refuse to be dictated to by a bunch of NYU freshman anymore.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good to see you posting. Sorry about Peanut's injury but glad it doesn't require surgery. Hope you get some rest and many more river otter ticklins- Nic

Diana said...

Removable for bathing- that's important and sounds more comfortable!
And peanut butter waffles...hmmm, sound yummy... did you give her some?

CLMama said...

Aw geez man, that stinks! Poor peanut. I had no idea about the slide either, my friend. Thanks for the word - take care of you guys -

The Imperfect Christian said...

When it rains it pours! Here's hopeing for a speedy recovery!!

Jen said...

So glad to see you blogging again, but so sad to hear about Peanut's legs.

Personally, I think Peanut Butter waffles sound awesome, but that is because I haven't been able to eat peanut butter over the last 6 months!!

Carlos said...

Ow ow ow. Poor Peanut. I send mental hugs and wubba.

Peanut butter waffles and river otter giggles! But the batter is a bother with no butter and the otter. Ought the otter buy the butter to make the batter better? Better buy the butter by the river! The other otter better ought to buy the peanut butter. But the peanut butter might be bitter! Peanut, is the peanut butter bitter? Peanut, is the other otter butter bitter? Otter butter by the river.

It's no bother.

Anonymous said...

Publish Carlos :)

Carrie's Mom (and damn proud of it) said...

Carlos has just given us a preview of his new book for children...now to find an illustrator...

Fortunately, there was no rat poison in my garden shed or G'ma would've taken some.

Beanie Baby said...

You don't slide down the slide with your child? I had no idea.

betsyl said...

wow, who knew? thank you for finding these things out and passing them along to the rest of us; sorry that it's being hard on you to be the test case.