I was "styling" S's hair this morning before church. He asked for a mowhawk...no problem, I told him. Thankfully, "faux hawks" are equally in style right now, a little gel and hairspray and we were set.
After I was done doing his hair, he told me that some boys wear their hair long...like to their shoulders. I told him that was true. He then informed me that when he's a teenager, he wants to wear his hair like that. I told him, when he was a teenager that would be fine (I didn't have the heart to tell him that with his hair, he's more likely to just grow a GIANT afro, than long hair).
I also informed him, that he would be wearing his hair long like that, any time soon. I don't have a problem with long hair on boys, I just don't prefer it on S. M has had long hair off and on for years and I like it on him. S's hair really does grow kind of crazy...
He walked out of the room and announced he was going to grow his hair like that as soon as he was old enough and that he wished I'd let him grow it long now...I told him to just enjoy his faux hawk!!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sometimes
Sometimes you:
Forget to do laundry for a day...or five.
Have your husband get your van stuck in the snow/mud, TWICE, one hour before two families are scheduled to arrive at your house for the evening.
Lay on the couch for almost an entire day...and you don't feel guilty about it.
Let your kids stay in their pjs all day for two days in a row, because you aren't going anywhere, so why would you dirty more clothes...especially if you aren't going to do laundry for five days.
Have a friend over, who opens a 2 liter of Cream Soda, and it explodes, ALL OVER YOUR KITCHEN...and you laugh hysterically as she mops it up as quickly as she can.
Hear a song on the radio, so perfect, that you have to call your husband and tell him to listen to it right away...and he forgets!
Take photographs at your Alma Mater and you see students who were in Elementary school when you graduated and they are TEACHERS and COACHES at the school and you feel REALLY, REALLY old!
You sit at home in the afternoon and watch a cheesy Disney Movie about a teenage love story...and feel a LITTLE bit dumb, when you feel oddly choked up during the film!!
Forget to do laundry for a day...or five.
Have your husband get your van stuck in the snow/mud, TWICE, one hour before two families are scheduled to arrive at your house for the evening.
Lay on the couch for almost an entire day...and you don't feel guilty about it.
Let your kids stay in their pjs all day for two days in a row, because you aren't going anywhere, so why would you dirty more clothes...especially if you aren't going to do laundry for five days.
Have a friend over, who opens a 2 liter of Cream Soda, and it explodes, ALL OVER YOUR KITCHEN...and you laugh hysterically as she mops it up as quickly as she can.
Hear a song on the radio, so perfect, that you have to call your husband and tell him to listen to it right away...and he forgets!
Take photographs at your Alma Mater and you see students who were in Elementary school when you graduated and they are TEACHERS and COACHES at the school and you feel REALLY, REALLY old!
You sit at home in the afternoon and watch a cheesy Disney Movie about a teenage love story...and feel a LITTLE bit dumb, when you feel oddly choked up during the film!!
Like Father...Like Son
I love how S is making the same face as his daddy....this was a SERIOUS game of Wii Just Dance! Such a fun game!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
How He Does It
M was showing us all how he doses himself for his diabetes! His big brother is being silly in the background until he spots his daddy coming to get him...then he's OUTTA THERE! We are so proud of M and how well he does with his diabetic care! We also praise God for the leaps and bounds that the medical community is making in this area!!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Seriously Clark?!?
Sometimes, my days are filled with nothing. Dull, boring, mundane, nothing. I sit on my fat butt and stare. I look out the window, I read a book to O, I pick up dirty clothes, I make lunch, I sit on the couch some more, I play on the computer, I watch tv, I yell at O, I help the boys cross the street after school, I listen to tales from their school day, I yell, I sit some more, I throw together a meal, I sit some more...see, nothing exciting.
Some days are SERIOUSLY full and busy. I run non stop, from place to place, appointment to appointment. We go full throttle sometimes. Some days are just regular...a little busy and a little dull, all at the same time. I like all of these days. Sometimes, a dull day is especially nice, after a succession of busy ones and vice versa! I enjoy the down days more when Matt's home with me though!
Some days/weeks around here are filled with things that only happen in movies or in silly story books. Others have often commented on how "funny" my tales are. Most of the time, we find them funny too. Maybe, not at first, but afterwards we sit and laugh! Most times, I really do laugh at the things that happen around here...otherwise, I just might have a nervous breakdown and cry!
There was the time that I plugged the sink so that I could fill it with water. My plan was to mop the floor. My children had another plan. I had a serious breakdown of the chain of command. The kids took over...momentarily and it was BAD! Once the situation was dealt with, I walked back into the kitchen to the sound of a waterfall...only, I don't have this type of "water feature" in my home. In fact, I don't have any type of water feature...unless you include my bathtub. I turned the corner and saw the kitchen sink over flowing. It was a water fall...only, it was flooding my wood floor. Laminate wood floors and water are NOT friends. This situation was not immediately laughed at...now, it's funny though.
I can't tell you how many times I've over flowed out laundry tub. A stray sock that lands in there...a forgotten wash cloth, etc. These times were not always "no biggie", especially, in our old house. It was a first floor laundry...the "flood", leaked through the wall and into our new carpet and padding. Not funny at the time either.
More recently, there was the nervous breakdown I had while driving. It involved, gagging and puking and a bloody nose. I puked in a the snow in a parking lot...a small parking lot, that was not far from the glass front RV center. I bet the employees enjoyed that one...van pulls in and they think, A CUSTOMER. WRONG!! Fat lady exits vehicle, red swollen eyes, holding a McDonald's cup that SHOULD be full of sweet tea, but is only full of...icy puke. Woman begins to heave in your parking lot, then her nose starts bleeding....yikes! I'm just thankful, no one came out of the place to see if I was ok. That would have been had. I actually got in my car, once the breakdown was over and started laughing. Yes, laughing.
Extremely recently, was the cat drying incident. Upon discovering a load of towels and sheets that were left in the dryer for several weeks...or days...lets go with days, I closed the door and turned the load on the "fluff". Our dryer is old. It's been "fixed" several times now. It looks and sounds old too. I heard a funky, thump, thump, thump, and just assumed the towels had gotten wrapped in the sheets and formed that "ball" that sometimes happens. I thought I'd give it another second to see if it worked itself out...thump, thump, thump...thump. Nope. I almost walked upstairs and decided I'd better untwist the sheets or they'd never dry right. I opened the door and MUCH to my surprise....out CAT JUMPED OUT! Yes, he hopped right out of the dryer, looked at me with a confused look on his face, and RAN AWAY! I laughed...a lot. I went to check on the cat right away, and once I determined that he was indeed ok, I gave him a kitty treat, told him to stay out of my dryer, and sent him on his way.
The next night, our oldest son, yes, our OLDEST son, blew up our extra television. The power button is missing and he thought it would be a wise idea to stick a long piece of metal in that hole. He's lucky he didn't get seriously hurt. Where the long piece of metal came from, I couldn't tell you. I have a house full of boys...these weapons and such, come from places and things I didn't even know existed. In fact, they have been known to use those cheap white curtain rods as hockey sticks....or guns.
We got caught in a traffic jam last night. We hardly ever experience them on the way home...our house is a ways from the BIG D, so we have less traffic going south than we do north. Last night there must have been an accident and we arrived, just as the slow down started. Out of nowhere, M, starts having a fit. He was convinced we were NEVER going to make it home and that we wouldn't be able to get back to our house. We were sad for him at first...then annoyed at the whinning. After being assured we'd make it home for the 15th time, he seemed to calm down...only to start crying because he was thirsty...he's SIX folks. Six. That's not a typo...he's SIX, and he was crying because he needed a drink....but not so thirsty that water was what he wanted.
I'm hoping the rest of my week will remain relatively non interesting. I'm not sure I can handle any more "fun" days.
Some days are SERIOUSLY full and busy. I run non stop, from place to place, appointment to appointment. We go full throttle sometimes. Some days are just regular...a little busy and a little dull, all at the same time. I like all of these days. Sometimes, a dull day is especially nice, after a succession of busy ones and vice versa! I enjoy the down days more when Matt's home with me though!
Some days/weeks around here are filled with things that only happen in movies or in silly story books. Others have often commented on how "funny" my tales are. Most of the time, we find them funny too. Maybe, not at first, but afterwards we sit and laugh! Most times, I really do laugh at the things that happen around here...otherwise, I just might have a nervous breakdown and cry!
There was the time that I plugged the sink so that I could fill it with water. My plan was to mop the floor. My children had another plan. I had a serious breakdown of the chain of command. The kids took over...momentarily and it was BAD! Once the situation was dealt with, I walked back into the kitchen to the sound of a waterfall...only, I don't have this type of "water feature" in my home. In fact, I don't have any type of water feature...unless you include my bathtub. I turned the corner and saw the kitchen sink over flowing. It was a water fall...only, it was flooding my wood floor. Laminate wood floors and water are NOT friends. This situation was not immediately laughed at...now, it's funny though.
I can't tell you how many times I've over flowed out laundry tub. A stray sock that lands in there...a forgotten wash cloth, etc. These times were not always "no biggie", especially, in our old house. It was a first floor laundry...the "flood", leaked through the wall and into our new carpet and padding. Not funny at the time either.
More recently, there was the nervous breakdown I had while driving. It involved, gagging and puking and a bloody nose. I puked in a the snow in a parking lot...a small parking lot, that was not far from the glass front RV center. I bet the employees enjoyed that one...van pulls in and they think, A CUSTOMER. WRONG!! Fat lady exits vehicle, red swollen eyes, holding a McDonald's cup that SHOULD be full of sweet tea, but is only full of...icy puke. Woman begins to heave in your parking lot, then her nose starts bleeding....yikes! I'm just thankful, no one came out of the place to see if I was ok. That would have been had. I actually got in my car, once the breakdown was over and started laughing. Yes, laughing.
Extremely recently, was the cat drying incident. Upon discovering a load of towels and sheets that were left in the dryer for several weeks...or days...lets go with days, I closed the door and turned the load on the "fluff". Our dryer is old. It's been "fixed" several times now. It looks and sounds old too. I heard a funky, thump, thump, thump, and just assumed the towels had gotten wrapped in the sheets and formed that "ball" that sometimes happens. I thought I'd give it another second to see if it worked itself out...thump, thump, thump...thump. Nope. I almost walked upstairs and decided I'd better untwist the sheets or they'd never dry right. I opened the door and MUCH to my surprise....out CAT JUMPED OUT! Yes, he hopped right out of the dryer, looked at me with a confused look on his face, and RAN AWAY! I laughed...a lot. I went to check on the cat right away, and once I determined that he was indeed ok, I gave him a kitty treat, told him to stay out of my dryer, and sent him on his way.
The next night, our oldest son, yes, our OLDEST son, blew up our extra television. The power button is missing and he thought it would be a wise idea to stick a long piece of metal in that hole. He's lucky he didn't get seriously hurt. Where the long piece of metal came from, I couldn't tell you. I have a house full of boys...these weapons and such, come from places and things I didn't even know existed. In fact, they have been known to use those cheap white curtain rods as hockey sticks....or guns.
We got caught in a traffic jam last night. We hardly ever experience them on the way home...our house is a ways from the BIG D, so we have less traffic going south than we do north. Last night there must have been an accident and we arrived, just as the slow down started. Out of nowhere, M, starts having a fit. He was convinced we were NEVER going to make it home and that we wouldn't be able to get back to our house. We were sad for him at first...then annoyed at the whinning. After being assured we'd make it home for the 15th time, he seemed to calm down...only to start crying because he was thirsty...he's SIX folks. Six. That's not a typo...he's SIX, and he was crying because he needed a drink....but not so thirsty that water was what he wanted.
I'm hoping the rest of my week will remain relatively non interesting. I'm not sure I can handle any more "fun" days.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
As We Age
I was reading a friends blog about getting older...ironically enough, she's much younger than I. I was thinking about getting older and remembered, that in the last few years, I have had several...Man I'm Old, moments.
One of the funniest moments was when we were at Cedar Point with friends. We used to go to that theme park and spend hours riding rides and playing games. Barely stopping to eat and staying at the park until close and not wanting to leave. This time, we loaded up early, before dark in fact, and drove to find a place to eat. Our kids whined about the early departure, but we promised ice cream so that helped! We sat, exhausted and starving at the restaurant. We complained about how thirsty we were, how long the lines were, how our feet hurt and then we looked out the window and laughed at our matching mini vans, parked in the parking lot!
I have now become, glaringly aware of the fact that MANY doctors are now either my age or YOUNGER than me! When on EARTH did that happen!?!? I remember thinking when you must be an OLD man/woman to become a doctor! It takes YEARS AND YEARS of schooling to become one, so you must be old and haggard to be a doctor! Now, I am shocked at not only how young they looks, but how old, and insulted they are, when you ask them how old they are!
I know wake up with random aches and pains. Things that didn't hurt the night before, hurt when I wake up in the morning. Things hurt...I actually limp and or hobble for a moment, hunched over just a bit, until I feel like I can stand up straight and walk like a human again.
I no longer am able to ride roller coasters or any other type of "spinny" ride. Spinning or being upside down is not my friend. In fact, even to spin my kiddies around in a circle causes some serious dizzy/nauseated spells!
I have found myself, on many, many, occasions, saying, "TURN THAT DOWN".
One of the funniest moments was when we were at Cedar Point with friends. We used to go to that theme park and spend hours riding rides and playing games. Barely stopping to eat and staying at the park until close and not wanting to leave. This time, we loaded up early, before dark in fact, and drove to find a place to eat. Our kids whined about the early departure, but we promised ice cream so that helped! We sat, exhausted and starving at the restaurant. We complained about how thirsty we were, how long the lines were, how our feet hurt and then we looked out the window and laughed at our matching mini vans, parked in the parking lot!
I have now become, glaringly aware of the fact that MANY doctors are now either my age or YOUNGER than me! When on EARTH did that happen!?!? I remember thinking when you must be an OLD man/woman to become a doctor! It takes YEARS AND YEARS of schooling to become one, so you must be old and haggard to be a doctor! Now, I am shocked at not only how young they looks, but how old, and insulted they are, when you ask them how old they are!
I know wake up with random aches and pains. Things that didn't hurt the night before, hurt when I wake up in the morning. Things hurt...I actually limp and or hobble for a moment, hunched over just a bit, until I feel like I can stand up straight and walk like a human again.
I no longer am able to ride roller coasters or any other type of "spinny" ride. Spinning or being upside down is not my friend. In fact, even to spin my kiddies around in a circle causes some serious dizzy/nauseated spells!
I have found myself, on many, many, occasions, saying, "TURN THAT DOWN".
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Target Shopping 101
I was shopping at my favorite store: Target. I just had O with me. The older boys were playing Wii at grandma and grandads. I was sent on the mission to pick the PERFECT treat for Valentines Parties at school.
For M, we decided on candy bracelets...who doesn't love a delicious piece of jewelry. For S, we picked a nice combo bag of Skittles and Starburst. Both boys have peanut allergies in their classroom, so we shyed away from the chocolates, just in case.
I was looking and pricing like a wild woman. The boys don't have small classes. They are large. This means buying multiple bags for each class. This makes me and my wallet very unhappy!
I finally found what I wanted on the top shelf. I reached up to grab a bag and the whole silver rack, that keeps the LARGE supply of candy from falling off the shelf, fell to the floor. O started laughing at this point...
I reached down to grab it and put it back...before I could pick it up off the floor, the bags started falling...first one bag, then two, then five, ten...and so on. It was a big candy mess. Of course, seeing as Valentines day is a matter of days away, the aisle was quite full too.
One lady, no lie, turned her cart around and walked away. One lady laughed...as did I. Another lady, smugly said to her young son: "It looks like SOMEONE is having a whole lot of trouble over there"...I just smiled and started picking up my candy. One older lady made her grandson help me clean up the mess.
The story in itself would be funny...but what makes it even better is...smug lady, walked over to the shelf next to me, reached for a bag of candy, her shelf holder thing fell off and so did her WHOLE shelf of candy...I smiled and walked away.
For M, we decided on candy bracelets...who doesn't love a delicious piece of jewelry. For S, we picked a nice combo bag of Skittles and Starburst. Both boys have peanut allergies in their classroom, so we shyed away from the chocolates, just in case.
I was looking and pricing like a wild woman. The boys don't have small classes. They are large. This means buying multiple bags for each class. This makes me and my wallet very unhappy!
I finally found what I wanted on the top shelf. I reached up to grab a bag and the whole silver rack, that keeps the LARGE supply of candy from falling off the shelf, fell to the floor. O started laughing at this point...
I reached down to grab it and put it back...before I could pick it up off the floor, the bags started falling...first one bag, then two, then five, ten...and so on. It was a big candy mess. Of course, seeing as Valentines day is a matter of days away, the aisle was quite full too.
One lady, no lie, turned her cart around and walked away. One lady laughed...as did I. Another lady, smugly said to her young son: "It looks like SOMEONE is having a whole lot of trouble over there"...I just smiled and started picking up my candy. One older lady made her grandson help me clean up the mess.
The story in itself would be funny...but what makes it even better is...smug lady, walked over to the shelf next to me, reached for a bag of candy, her shelf holder thing fell off and so did her WHOLE shelf of candy...I smiled and walked away.
Just One of Those Things
Yesterday, I had one of those days. I woke up feeling "funky", thrilled that the boys AND Matt had a snow day, but less than thrilled to be babysitting. O had a much needed dentist appointment scheduled for that afternoon, and Matt and I worked it out so that Ella would be napping and the 4 older kids would play, while I took O to the dentist.
O and I left 30 minutes before the appointment, just in case the roads still weren't clear. We had no problems navigating the roads and made it to the building with 12 minutes to spare!
On the drive there, I noticed that our windshield wipers weren't working well AT ALL! In fact, during the drive, the drivers side one ripped almost totally off! Thankfully, I had a new set of wipers in the van. The passenger one has been "going" for quite some time, and I picked up a replacement a while back...we just still haven't replaced them because...well, that's how we roll around here.
O was sleeping in his seat, so I decided to take a few minutes to change the wiper...well friends, I am normally quite good at things like this. It's nothing for me to do these simple tasks. How hard can it be. HARD FRIENDS! It took me the entire 12 minutes to get the stupid thing where it would at least "wipe" and not fly off the van while I was driving.
I woke O up, got into the building and realized I'd gone to the wrong place. I rushed back to the van and started off to the RIGHT building. I called to tell them I would be a few minutes late for the appointment and they told me I'd have to reschedule. UGH!!! I tried not to be frustrated when the receptionist told me: "Next time, make sure your on time"...I wanted to ask if the dentist was going to be on time to see us when we got there and not make us wait for a half hour...but I refrained.
Out of nowhere, the tears started to flow. In a matter of seconds I felt like the biggest failure. I'm not sure why, but I felt like a horrible mother. O, so needs to see a dentist for his "crazy" tooth. Thing is nasty and I'm quite sure it's rotten. I kept driving, while crying, which I don't endorse. Then out of nowhere, I started gaggging...and coughing...and gagging. All of these things are normal when I cry. I'm not at all a pretty "crier". It's a nasty, hot mess for sure!
Thankfully, we are pigs and our van had a McDonalds Sweet Tea cup in the cup holder...it still had ice in it...but that didn't matter. I grabbed that puppy, right in time to throw up into it! I decided at this point it would be good to pull over.
My nearest stop was an RV Center! I pulled into their FULL GLASS front building, jumped out of my van and continued to vomit all over their driveway! I stood there until I was certain I was done. I walked to grab some fresh snow to at least cover my mess and realized I also now had a bloody nose! This is an evil trick that my body likes to play on me sometimes...I throw up...and get a bloody nose! It happened all the time when I was pregnant with O. Not pretty...puking and bleeding. NICE COBINATION!
I cleaned up as best I could and drove home. I apologized to O half a dozen times for not going to the appointment (that he cried about going to). O, yelled to the front seat: "You got puke in your mouth"...and I just nodded yes. We drove home in silence.
It was one of those days. Remarkably, I felt a ton better after my mini nervous breakdown!!
O and I left 30 minutes before the appointment, just in case the roads still weren't clear. We had no problems navigating the roads and made it to the building with 12 minutes to spare!
On the drive there, I noticed that our windshield wipers weren't working well AT ALL! In fact, during the drive, the drivers side one ripped almost totally off! Thankfully, I had a new set of wipers in the van. The passenger one has been "going" for quite some time, and I picked up a replacement a while back...we just still haven't replaced them because...well, that's how we roll around here.
O was sleeping in his seat, so I decided to take a few minutes to change the wiper...well friends, I am normally quite good at things like this. It's nothing for me to do these simple tasks. How hard can it be. HARD FRIENDS! It took me the entire 12 minutes to get the stupid thing where it would at least "wipe" and not fly off the van while I was driving.
I woke O up, got into the building and realized I'd gone to the wrong place. I rushed back to the van and started off to the RIGHT building. I called to tell them I would be a few minutes late for the appointment and they told me I'd have to reschedule. UGH!!! I tried not to be frustrated when the receptionist told me: "Next time, make sure your on time"...I wanted to ask if the dentist was going to be on time to see us when we got there and not make us wait for a half hour...but I refrained.
Out of nowhere, the tears started to flow. In a matter of seconds I felt like the biggest failure. I'm not sure why, but I felt like a horrible mother. O, so needs to see a dentist for his "crazy" tooth. Thing is nasty and I'm quite sure it's rotten. I kept driving, while crying, which I don't endorse. Then out of nowhere, I started gaggging...and coughing...and gagging. All of these things are normal when I cry. I'm not at all a pretty "crier". It's a nasty, hot mess for sure!
Thankfully, we are pigs and our van had a McDonalds Sweet Tea cup in the cup holder...it still had ice in it...but that didn't matter. I grabbed that puppy, right in time to throw up into it! I decided at this point it would be good to pull over.
My nearest stop was an RV Center! I pulled into their FULL GLASS front building, jumped out of my van and continued to vomit all over their driveway! I stood there until I was certain I was done. I walked to grab some fresh snow to at least cover my mess and realized I also now had a bloody nose! This is an evil trick that my body likes to play on me sometimes...I throw up...and get a bloody nose! It happened all the time when I was pregnant with O. Not pretty...puking and bleeding. NICE COBINATION!
I cleaned up as best I could and drove home. I apologized to O half a dozen times for not going to the appointment (that he cried about going to). O, yelled to the front seat: "You got puke in your mouth"...and I just nodded yes. We drove home in silence.
It was one of those days. Remarkably, I felt a ton better after my mini nervous breakdown!!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Worlds Best
If there was an award to be given for the "Worlds Best In Laws", mine would win hands down. They are saints. I wouldn't think twice about taking a vacation with them, entrusting my children to their care, or even living with them if we had too. I spend lots of time with them, voluntarily in fact. Many times, I even hang out with the WITHOUT my husband!
My father in law, is the bald one in the back row. His name is Larry. Well, Laurence really. He's S's namesake. S is so much like him...it's kind of frightening at times. They are two peas in a pod!
My father in law suffered a brain aneurysm 9 years ago this February. He was working, teaching a class at Easter Michigan, when he said he had a headache, passed out and had a grand mal seizure. We were told he wouldn't live...he did. He actually baffled doctors with his recovery. Other than a blood clot once he was home, his recovery, though LONG and hard for everyone, especially my mother/brother in law who still lived at home. Larry's only evidence of this, is a scar on the right side of his head and some short term memory loss. The miracles that occurred surrounding his accident then are numerous...too much for one blog.
Well, yesterday, February 2,2010, my father in law had another accident...he was changing a light bulb on the outside of a building. He is a meticulous man. The slightest thing will irk him until it's fixed. He's a bit of a perfectionist. He's a brilliant man and a hard worker. He had to retire after his first accident and spends lots of his free time helping other people...that's what he was doing yesterday.
He didn't follow the "ladder safety rules", he so meticulously drilled into his three sons and went up a tall ladder, in the snow, without telling anyone, and without having anyone hold the ladder. He reached the top rung of the ladder - approximately 10-12 feet and the ladder slipped out from under him.
He fell...the concrete below him broke his fall.
THANK THE LORD...he just "happened" to be working on the side of the building that faces a doctors office. There was a nurse sitting at her desk and saw him fall. She immediately called 911 and grabbed a few other ladies and went to check on him. He was unable to move and barely able to speak at this time. If they hadn't seen him ,he could have laid in the cold snow for a long time. He fell on his cell phone and couldn't reach it.
The ambulance came to pick him up and drove him to a hospital that NONE of us would ever go too, but they felt he was in too much pain to drive him anywhere else. They told my mother in law that he was too badly injured for them to touch him....they did nothing at this hospital but give him pain meds and transported him to a much larger hospital...still not our favorite, but a hospital nonetheless.
After a LONG night, he was finally diagnosed with a jaw that is broken in three places. Completely severed in fact. It's an open fracture - which means a bone actually broke through the skin on the inside of his mouth. At last count, the fall knocked out 3 of his teeth. He will have plates installed in his jaw to repair it and then will have his jaw wired/barred shut.
His hip/leg was dislocated. He had to have a pin put in this leg and is in traction for the next 4 days. You would think, in this day and age, that we could have come up with something a bit less primitive than hanging large weights from a persons limb, while they are suspended in mid air.
His leg is broke and his hip is fractured. Shattered would be more of an exact definition. He will have surgery on his hip in 3 more days.
He's facing 30 days in rehab, AFTER he is released from the hospital. He's a strong man...so much so, that his elbow had an open wound...a nasty open wound. The pain form his other injurys was so intense that he was waving, touching and moving his arm around all night. He was proud of that cut!
We continue to pray for his healing and for strength for both he and my mother in law as they face this process!
My father in law, is the bald one in the back row. His name is Larry. Well, Laurence really. He's S's namesake. S is so much like him...it's kind of frightening at times. They are two peas in a pod!
My father in law suffered a brain aneurysm 9 years ago this February. He was working, teaching a class at Easter Michigan, when he said he had a headache, passed out and had a grand mal seizure. We were told he wouldn't live...he did. He actually baffled doctors with his recovery. Other than a blood clot once he was home, his recovery, though LONG and hard for everyone, especially my mother/brother in law who still lived at home. Larry's only evidence of this, is a scar on the right side of his head and some short term memory loss. The miracles that occurred surrounding his accident then are numerous...too much for one blog.
Well, yesterday, February 2,2010, my father in law had another accident...he was changing a light bulb on the outside of a building. He is a meticulous man. The slightest thing will irk him until it's fixed. He's a bit of a perfectionist. He's a brilliant man and a hard worker. He had to retire after his first accident and spends lots of his free time helping other people...that's what he was doing yesterday.
He didn't follow the "ladder safety rules", he so meticulously drilled into his three sons and went up a tall ladder, in the snow, without telling anyone, and without having anyone hold the ladder. He reached the top rung of the ladder - approximately 10-12 feet and the ladder slipped out from under him.
He fell...the concrete below him broke his fall.
THANK THE LORD...he just "happened" to be working on the side of the building that faces a doctors office. There was a nurse sitting at her desk and saw him fall. She immediately called 911 and grabbed a few other ladies and went to check on him. He was unable to move and barely able to speak at this time. If they hadn't seen him ,he could have laid in the cold snow for a long time. He fell on his cell phone and couldn't reach it.
The ambulance came to pick him up and drove him to a hospital that NONE of us would ever go too, but they felt he was in too much pain to drive him anywhere else. They told my mother in law that he was too badly injured for them to touch him....they did nothing at this hospital but give him pain meds and transported him to a much larger hospital...still not our favorite, but a hospital nonetheless.
After a LONG night, he was finally diagnosed with a jaw that is broken in three places. Completely severed in fact. It's an open fracture - which means a bone actually broke through the skin on the inside of his mouth. At last count, the fall knocked out 3 of his teeth. He will have plates installed in his jaw to repair it and then will have his jaw wired/barred shut.
His hip/leg was dislocated. He had to have a pin put in this leg and is in traction for the next 4 days. You would think, in this day and age, that we could have come up with something a bit less primitive than hanging large weights from a persons limb, while they are suspended in mid air.
His leg is broke and his hip is fractured. Shattered would be more of an exact definition. He will have surgery on his hip in 3 more days.
He's facing 30 days in rehab, AFTER he is released from the hospital. He's a strong man...so much so, that his elbow had an open wound...a nasty open wound. The pain form his other injurys was so intense that he was waving, touching and moving his arm around all night. He was proud of that cut!
We continue to pray for his healing and for strength for both he and my mother in law as they face this process!
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