Diary of the Nello » 2008

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Chocolate, Games, and PICTURES!

I think I’ve written about five different posts since the last time I was on here, and I haven’t finished one of them.
In fact, I’ve erased all of them.

Apparently, I’ve lost my touch for having no shame on the internet. Either that or it is because my computer is KILLING ME right now. (read: not operating to my expectations)
I guess it doesn’t really matter why I’ve been a non-poster once again. The point is that I’ve wanted to be more consistent with blogging…. And oh. That’s not happening.

While I’m on here, I may as well tell you the tale of how I lost my wedding band last Saturday.
Somehow my wedding band disappeared between the time that I fell asleep and woke up. I searched everywhere. EVERY.WHERE, I tell you! I’m pretty sure my heart stopped about 10 times due to acute stress and that is when I got really desperate. I asked Helene, the local three year old and infamous collector of small things that nobody else would ever find in a million years, if she knew where Mommy’s ring was. She ventured a few guesses which I found really cute.

The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N Helene’s woom?
The Desperate Mess: “Nope.”
The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N MommyDaddy’s bed?”
The Desperate Mess: “Uh-uh. Will you help Mommy look for her ring?”
The Expert: “Um, no.”
The Desperate Mess: “Why not?”
The Expert: “Buhcuz, I NOT!” (This was shouted at me and then she sauntered away.)

Well, five-ish hours later, and one house that had been literally turned upside down and shaken, Helene toddles to my room and says, “MommyMommy! You found you my ring! I found you my ring!!!” Her smile lit up our dark hallway as she stretched out her hand to me and I saw my beloved wedding band smack-dab in the middle of her tiny palm.
Oh, the relief! And joy! …And bewilderment?

The Desperate Mess: “Where did you find it?”
The Expert: “Inna cowCH! YAY!”
(This is the crazy part; I looked in that DARN couch TWICE!)
The Desperate Mess: “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’ve made Mommy so happy!!”

We then celebrated like it was 1999.
Many “yay’s” and “yeah-baby’s” were echoing off the walls.
Then, as suddenly as she had appeared bearing my ring, Helene decides that payment is due. She puts a halt to our party and busts out with, “So-oh Mommy. What we do first?” To this question she wanted no answer. Because one breath later she had decided. “Uhhhhh. How ’bout….. mmmmm… choclit? And…. GAMES! YA-A-A-AY!”

My little lady the opportunist.
I love that she knew she had an “in” to get whatever she wanted.
And I love even more that “choclit” was A-#1 on her list.
Well, Lady got her wish. We hung out and played the fishing game while eating chocolate. Helene was even so gracious as to let Simon join our party. And she had a perma-grin pasted on her face the entire time that her fee was being paid.

So now that you know that disaster was averted and Helene is currently my #1 hero, and go-to-gal for when I lose stuff, I will leave you with a few pictures.
New ones.
Really new ones.
As in Sunday the 23rd new ones.

Look at the cute!! Look how BIG!

The family photo. You just can’t win, can you?
You either have shadows…

Or a non-looker. Eh-hum, Helene.

The sassy red flats! So dressy! So oo-la-la! (And don’t even get me started on my dress.)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

There Are Indications That I May Be Normal After All.

Are you wondering about my surgery?
Uh-huh. I thought so.

The surgery went almost as expected. The one thing that threw me off was that the anesthesiologist put me all the way out… Tube down the throat and all. I thought I was getting local anesthesia… but I was lucky and received the “royal” treatment. Long story short, I was completely tripped out when I woke up and actually asked the Doctor if I had snored! Ha! Yeah. He laughed at me. For two days after the surgery I was wiped out and my hand burned like a mother. The burning was rather alarming (because usually that means your nerves are flip-flappin’ out…. and I don’t need anymore of that thanks very much…), but the surgeon assured me that it was all very normal and would subside. And who would have known? The pain actually DID go away.

That is one beauty of an incision, innit?
As of right now, I still have some healing to do and from the looks of things I am going to have a really great battle scar to sport around. My hand throbs if I do too much, and I still favor it quite a bit. Writing is still painful and so is doing any kind of pulling motion with my hand. The best part of this experience? That would be when my Mom and I got the flu three days after my palm was sliced open. Mmmmm… I had that stupid flu for about three. weeks. and it was really horrendous. I basically spent four days straight in bed for 90% of each day.

All in all, I have to say that I am ecstatic that I am healing just the way the surgeon said I would. I am thankful for all the prayers and good thoughts that have been sent my way because I finally feel like I’m getting better. I finally feel like I may just return to normal after all. Who knew that I would ever be able to feel this positive again? (Um. Not me.)

So. That is that and now we’re onto the next stage of the “get Kelly back to normal after almost two years” plan. Stage two is foot surgery in April. I am getting the offensive surgical screws that are working their way out of my feet removed. Hallelujah! The procedure itself is no big deal and I will most likely be able to walk the very next day. However. (Always the however with me….) Since an invasion will be performed on my RSD-ridden right foot, there is a bigger-than-I-want chance that the RSD could relapse and get worse. (Remember when my foot was swollen and purple all the time? Yeah. When I say, “worse”, that is exactly what I mean.) I hope and pray and hope and pray again that my right foot will be nice to me and stay the way it is… or even get better.

Miracles happen.
I’m going to get better.
I. know it.

Oh. And by the way… my cake had the #28 candle (because I didn’t have enough candles) and then two others. One on each side of the 28.

28 + 2 = Your basic no good very bad day.
(But I’ll get over it….)