I saw my neurologist last Friday. I like him and always find myself joking around with him when I see him. Maybe it's because I always remember him commenting on my "medical smarts" when I first had my stroke. Having him say that really was a balm that day because I felt like all my brains had been emptied out of my head, along with my taste buds, hearing, and sight when I stroked. But I still came off as somewhat intelligent to my neurologist - which gave me hope for the future. So anyway, I like seeing him. I think some of it, too, is just the sheer relief I feel whenever I visit his office. I'm not as bad off as some of those patients being wheeled in there and it reminds me of how extraordinarily fortunate I am. So, we talked about all sorts of things - this time, mostly about my regular headaches. I finally agreed to try a daily drug so now I am on amitryptaline. I asked the dr. if my headaches could have anything to do with the fact that I am really struggling to read fine print these days. He said possibly, and then added, "It's not uncommon at your age to begin having eyesight problems." "My age"?? What's that supposed to mean? Unfortunately, I know what he meant - I'm almost 40, the decade where one rapidly loses their looks, strength, and health. You turn 40 and start out at the top of the slide, but by the time you get to 50, at the bottom of the slide, you've done a face plant in the mud below. Sigh...so much to look forward to!
Paul stabbed himself Sat. while skinning the deer. I thought it was kind of funny, actually. No, I'll tell you what was funny - He comes in the house with blood seeping through his jeans and announced that he just stabbed himself in the thigh. I had him pull down his pants and his long johns were pretty soaked with blood. We cleaned up the wound and he probably could have used a stitch or two. But I wasn't about to suggest it because it was just his inner thigh and I know that an ER trip would mean a $150 co-pay! So I found some non-stick gauze bandages and told him we'd put one of those one and then wrap an ace bandage around it to hold it in place. Well, when I peeled the paper off the bandage I found that it was not completely non-stick, so I just slapped that on his leg and skipped the ace bandage. Perhaps we should have shaved his leg before putting the gauze bandage on because when he went to pull up his pants, it jostled the bandage and he yelped as it pulled at all his leg hair! That was the funny part (to me anyway)!
We almost signed up for a Family Life Marriage conference last weekend, but ended up not doing it. I hope we won't regret it. They're having one in Des Moines in March and we have always wanted to go to one. They cut the price in half, too, which was a special just for last week. So, we thought and thought and almost went for it. The reason we ended up not doing it was because of the boys. I'm fine with leaving them home alone during the day, but the idea of leaving them overnight still bothers me. I think in another year or two that will change. And, sure, we could have gone to the conference and come home at night, which would have eliminated the cost of a hotel room and the worry about the boys. But we decided it just wouldn't be as much fun that way - to be all hyped up from the conference, and then have to come home to children, a messy house, and dirty dishes. We would rather wait until we could just have the whole weekend to ourselves. It was a hard decision!
I have three leak marks on my new kitchen ceiling - not a happy homeowner! Sam has lost his fascination with potty training this week. But since I know now that he has the capability of doing it, we're not stopping! But it's been more of a struggle to get him to sit on the potty this week. So yesterday morning he was running around naked after I had to completely strip him because he had soaked his training pants. I went upstairs to get him some dry clothes and before I could do that, he had urinated all over the upstairs landing. This landing doesn't have carpet on it anymore. We took that out last summer and I painted the old floorboards white and it looks so nice. Well, what I didn't realize was that without carpeting and new flooring, there are gaps between the boards. Even though I cleaned up his spill, it still went down the sides of the boards and leaked onto my new ceiling. Ugh!
Speaking of which, it's time to take him to the potty again. It's hard to believe that I had all my children trained for years and I volunteered for this again - worse than having a new puppy! Hopefully, next week I'll be back to my normally refined self and can put the memory of this week behind me!