So ask me how proud I am of myself right now! Go on, ask!
How proud are you? you ask? Well let me tell you! Tonight I was able to accomplish something for the first time ever. Something I've attempted in the past but never succeeded at. It's bugged me for years. I've felt a void. A sense of inability that has stuck with me throughout my married life.
I confess...I've never been able to fry chicken.
But tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I actually fried chicken legs for my family that were not burnt on the outside nor bloody in the middle. (Well, the second batch didn't really count - the oil had gotten a little hot so they were browner than I (meaning Jason) would have preferred - but they were edible).
Yes, I have done it. And my success brought with it a form of pride, the likes of which I have never known.
How sad is that?
Unfortunately, along with pride it brought with it a very messy kitchen and an oily, chicken fried smelling house. But sometimes sacrifices must be made.
On another note. For those of you who don't know, I had an appointment yesterday with the traveling Orthopaedic MD. I say "traveling" because there is no Orthopaedic MD in Alice Springs, so once every couple of months, a couple of these guys will fly in from Darwin or Sydney to see us poor soles who live in the Timbuktu of Australia.
There is good news and bad news that came with my meeting. I prefer to concentrate on the good news but I'll give y'all the bad news first. The bad news...I probably never really needed either of my two knee surgeries. They resulted from two surgeons who thought my swelling and pain issues probably/maybe could be attributed to mechanical issues in my knee. Since the swelling still had not left my knee three months after surgery, and since we knew the surgery was successful and there were no further signs of complications, we decided to take a closer look.
The first step to taking a closer look meant draining the fluid from my knee. Unsure if any of you have had this done before. If not, good for you. If any of you have, you can attest...it ain't fun.
The worst part isn't the actual draining. No the worst part is setting eyes on the size of the needle they use.
Why do we have to look? It's like trying to catch a glimpse of a bad car accident. You know you really don't want to see but you rubber neck and slow traffic up anyway.
And aside from the needle that looks like a turkey baster, having them stick the smaller needle way down into the heart of your knee to administer something for the pain isn't my idea of good time.
But after three months of swelling, I'm past the point of caring. I just want that nasty stuff out of my knee. And (believe it or not) my excitement is building. Just a little more to go, a bit more and then...
Uh-oh! Dry tap.
What the hell now? What do you mean there is no fluid on my knee? Why, then, is it the size of a rockmellon (aka cantaloupe)?
Well, here's where we get to the good news. We now have new information! I didn't have fluid on my knee all this time. I had a condition called Synovitis, or some such. It's inflammation of the lining in my knee. This is indicative of some sort of arthritic issue, not mechanical.
What you talkin' 'bout Willis?
(Ok - so I had to throw that one pic in.)
So, although I'm frustrated that I probably had two unnecessary surgeries, I now (hopefully) am on track to finding out the actual problem.
Can I get an Amen?
Amen. Thank you.
So next I'll have a battery of blood tests done to test me for everything from Lyme Disease to Erectile Disfunction.
Just seeing if you were paying attention.
Lastly on my list tonight, an update on those three smart, most wonderful and lovable, big pains in the arse children we proudly call ours . In two "sleeps" time, Gracie will portray Mary in her pre-school Christmas program. Brady is running a fever tonight and "really, really" wishes her Mom would learn how to braid her hair. And Cole has defeated all opponents on his Avatar game using a combination of Air Bender, Earth Bender, Water Bender and Fire Bender combat attacks.
All's well and normal on the home front.
Love to all,
A
1 comment:
great posting. you are really keeping up. i am proud of you.
mom
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