There are some things I just can not do. Or, at least can not do well.
- Sing. Sure, I can physically sing a song, but it won’t be in any key you’ve ever heard, although your dog might join in.
- Dance. I have no rhythm. None. Even when I’ve had a couple grown up drinks and think I do? I do not.
- Back up in a car. Just ask my recycle bins, shrubbery, and neighborhood children.
- Cut things. I can not chop, slice, dice, or Julienne. I mean I can do it, but my knife skills rival that of a blind 2 year old. Once at my birthday dinner my MIL wanted me to cut the cake, which was a beautiful cheesecake she made from scratch. I made one erratic, sloppy slice that took considerable effort on my part (and I thought looked pretty good for me) and my MIL quickly gathered everything up and ran back to the kitchen to cut the cake herself.
- Stay still. I’m a fidgeter. I have tons of nervous energy. I just can’t be still. Waiting in a line quietly is full on TORTURE.
- Watch a movie without saying a word, laughing out loud, crying out loud, or screaming. I can’t help myself, I get into movies. Don’t believe me? Ask my sisters why they fight about who HAS to sit next to me, not who GETS to.
…they pull me back in. To the hospital that is. CSP & I were just talking about that I had finally gone a full year without being in the hospital when Thursday night happened. I was really uncomfortable at dinner. Then as we were trying to go to sleep the uncomfortableness turned into flat out pain. Not just standard crampy pain but specific knifing pain in my lower right abdomen. I googled it and Google said I had appendicitis. So I called the nurse line for my insurance and they said to get to a hospital. So I woke CSP up and off we went. By this time I could barely stand. I hadn’t had this type of pain since my fallopian tube twisted and had to be removed. Luckily it wasn’t that busy at the ER. We got there around 2 and didn’t get to leave til 10 am. They did a CT Scan with contrast and ruled out appendicitis. Then they said “Do you still have your ovaries?” What? Yeah, I guess I do. I totally forgot about my ovaries! I have no use for them so I never think of them. So they did an ultrasound and an internal ultrasound and found the problem. I had a very large cyst rupture. They prescribed me some nice pain meds and put me on bed rest for a week. I have PCOS so ovarian cysts aren’t unfamiliar but I haven’t had one rupture since before my hysterectomy. Put quite a kink in plans! CSP was off work for 4 days and we had so much planned. But at least he was home to take care of me!
A short time ago I was SO pleased to see that visiting my favorite restaurant was voted the NUMBER 1 thing to do before you die by Parade Magazine! Parade magazine publishes America’s Bucket List every year. The article reads, “Eat real bar-b-que like at Shealy’s Bar-B-Que in Batesburg-Leesville, S.C., famous for its fried pulley bone—the part of the chicken around the wishbone. Or go to one of America’s BBQ meccas, like Memphis, Tenn., Austin, Tex., or Kansas City, Mo., and dine your way from joint to joint.”
Little Shealy’s Bar-B-Que house in Batesville-Leesburg, SC! I’ve been going there since I was a little kid. It’s no fancy place, but it feels like home. You walk in and if it’s busy or a weekend day you’ll pay first then eat, but on the other days you just grab a plate and fill it up off the buffet. The buffet is HUGE. Filled with bbq, fried chicken so good you’ll faint,and all kinds of homemade sides. The sauce is famous too. We always buy a bunch to last us until we can make the 2 hour trek back down. I can’t wait for our next trip- just in time for my birthday!!
For the last 3 weeks I’ve been getting Orthovisc injections in my knees. I have no cartilage in my knees and the Orthovisc helps replace that lost cartilage with a mix of cartilage and amino acids. Let me tell you, it hurts. HURTS. The word acid is key. It burns like a motha. So 3 days every 6 months or so I’m out of commission because I can barely walk after my shots. But a week later and I can walk so much better than I could before the shots. So the last time I was getting my shot I asked my doctor what was in the gel? He said “Rooster comb.” Excuse me? Rooster comb?? “Yeah, you know, the thing on top of a rooster’s head.” I know what it is, but you’re saying you are injecting me with rooster comb?? He then explained that rooster combs are cartilage and since they can’t recreate human cartilage (we can put a man on the moon but can’t do this?) that the rooster comb is a good substitute. I told him I guess it’s a good thing that I’m a Gamecock fan.
Who’s on Google Plus? I’ve been playing around with it but I can’t figure out how to link up my Twitter & FB streams to it. Anyone need an invite?
I forgot a couple sayings that CSP says.
- “Well that’s a great way to blow a tire/ruin a shirt/ wreck a car.” Good thing, I was worried I only knew all the bad ways to do that.
- He pronounces RUIN like RUNE.