Rub Some Dirt On It

It is an expression in sports. In general, it means to suck it up and keep playing.
I took it rather literally tonight. I slid, hands first (which wouldn't have counted had I made it to first base as it's illegal) and scuffed myself up.





The bandaid don't stick so to staunch the oozing I patted (rather than rubbed) dirt onto the wound. Yeah, not sanitary, but short-term effective. I redeemed myself in a later inning with an RBI that took us to 5 runs and out of that inning.

We ended up with a tie; acceptable, considering that they had three hitters who could easily hit it out of the park (and did).
A fantastic last (for me) game. I made new friends and had a great season.

I will miss playing ball. I love the game, straight up. But I'll be going as soon as I can to cheer my teams on! We all do what we can.

I got a ride today, so I was able to take all the Rx and a few supplemental beverages. While it's a "beer league", I am the least imbibing. But my period hit today, and needs must.
Petey sensed my pain and tucked in for most of the day, ignoring Chica's pleas to play.


Have I mentioned how much I just love this dog?!?

Chica *did* get a new collar from my last visit to PetSmart.


She is just at the cusp of no longer being an XS.

Elise called this afternoon. Just hearing her voice, especially this close to my surgery date, made my day!! We got all caught up, then my son called. He's likely coming up tomorrow, so I'll see him before I go under the knife. It was a happy day all the way 'round!!

I am going to have to sort Petey out a step up to my bed. He is just not quite able to jump up on his own, (my Queen bed is a bit high up) and he is my night time sleep buddy. Chica gets daytime napping privileges as she *can* jump up on her own. Post op, I'm am limited to lifting less than 10lbs for 4-6 weeks.

I am ravenous, and know I shouldn't, but I am craving mac & cheese something fierce!! I'm off to the kitchen. Y'all enjoy the rest of your evening. I'm going to spend it with SOA, knitting, and a bevvie or two.

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He'll Always be My Baby

He's 19 today and I see the man in him developing but he'll always be my baby boy.

The Yarn

I'm using Louet's linen in a gorgeous deep claret along with Claudia's handpaint linen to knit a skirt for Elise. It's a little hard on the hands but oh so easy on the eyes!!

And then, with a modicum of skill, a dash & a half of patience and a heapin' helpin' of time I will turn this: into this:.

Kyle woke up on the wrong side of the bed, yet when the question, "Howzit going Kyle?", he offered the following synopsis. He's still got the ugly, bulky plaster cast that they put on after the surgery, but he should be getting a sleek, light new fiberglass cast on Thursday.

I'm enjoying working at the office, but it means early to bed to get up at 4:30 and I'm sure that I'll get used to organizing my evenings better. It could happen!!

One Week Later

I'm sure that by the time that I get used to working full time again Shelly will be back from her leave. My training seems to be going well - look! I haven't made her cry yet.

But I did get Beth's CPH finished!! I'm done the knitting on Artisan Knitworks sweater and it's just waiting to be blocked and finished - tomorrow darling, I promise! I'm almost done Elise's socks then I can jump right into a skirt for her. It's a skirt and I can't wait to start it. She just blows my mind with the ideas that keep coming off of her needles. I'm going to be using Louet Euroflax & Claudia Hand Painted Linen. There's no better incentive for finishing a project than getting a new one!!

I'm going to be starting Kaffe Fassett's China Clouds for Cindy's mom - just intimidating enough to be exciting. It will be my first full-sized Kaffe.

And really, I should have let Mother Nature take care of Kyle's thumb. We Moms really do know what's best. Putting the cast on it and immobilizing the thumb caused the swelling to go down which allowed the bone to shift thusly: Oh yeah, that's really bad. I mean, totally deformed, circus side show freak kind of shifted. So it will be under the knife for my baby boy on Sunday.
I should have just kept rolling with the blind incompetence natural mothering instinct that was working so well. Mother Nature would have kept his thumb swollen enough to keep the bone in an acceptable alignment until it was sufficiently healed to allow the swelling to go down. I swear, it's nearly enough to turn me into one of those anti-medical intervention radicals. Nearly.

But he's still got a sense of humour. Sam - this lazy, sexy morning thumbs up is for you!!

Equilibrium

The universe just has a way of balancing. Black and white. Yin and Yang. Lent (the fasting, abstinence and giving up) and Christmas (getting, getting and more getting). In return for the guilt that was heaped on me, the universe gave me plenty of waiting room knitting time and that gave me 6.5cm/2½" of ribbing on over 400 sts on the front & hood band on Beth's CPH.

And Kyle won't need surgery. The orthopedic surgeon is quite certain that while the bone isn't perfectly aligned, it's going to heal just fine. His range of motion will be "normal". If he were a gifted basketball or football player or a pianist who needed an extended/maximum range of thumb motion, then the surgery would have been considered, but since he's not, he's doomed to complete and utter normality!!
He chose black for his cast (I tried to get him to pick pink, but no sale) and here he is when I asked, "How's it going Kyle?".




A little later I asked, "Howzit now Kyle?".


Everything is thumb's up!! LMFAO!!! There is no way that I'm going to get tired of this joke before that casts comes off!!!

I'm off to cast off while Omarosa tries to squirm off of the hook. Again.

Worst Mom Ever

And when I say "ever" I mean that no matter what you've done or forgotten to do in the last two weeks, it pales in comparison to my incompetence!
Let me preface this woeful tale by explaining that Kyle slipped on some ice about 7 weeks ago. His ankle swelled up to disgusting proportions, it was all bruised and he couldn't put any weight on it without tears coming to his eyes and potty words coming to his lips. So I took him straight away up to emerg. and spent the requisite hours waiting and it turned out to be a sprain. Ice and Advil had him back to normal after a week. So ...
When I came home from Minneapolis, he had a massive thumb. He'd slipped on some ice (I know, and yet he won't wear actual winter footwear) on the Saturday and landed on the ball of his thumb. He could move the thumb - limited movement, granted, but still ... So anyway, he's still whining about it last week and it's still a bit swollen and bruised but he's doing stuff with his hand so we didn't think too much about it. He was off last week (a different story) when I had to go get my drivers medical done so I asked him if he wanted to see the Dr. since we were at the clinic anyway. "Okay." "Do you have your Health Card?" I asked. "Uh ... no." So that was that.
Today I have him up at emerg. for a maxillary CT scan (another different story, related to the previous different story, but trust me, you needn't feel sad for him about them). After the Dr. tells us that the scan came back clear (no fracture) I remind Kyle that he wanted to ask the Dr. about his thumb. "Oh that's definitely broken."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked, laughing.
"No - see here, that's definitely the mis-formation of a broken bone. When did this happen?"
I tell my sad (but seriously - it's funny!) story, he makes a joke with Kyle about calling CAS, then sends Kyle for the necessary x-ray. Oh joy - more knitting time. And I can't help but laughing when I look at Kyle.
So it's a pretty bad break, as breaks go. It doesn't look so bad to my amateur eyes, but the in-the-flesh comparison is more telling. I know, but how many times do I look/does he show me his hands like that?!? The ER doc pulled all the strings and used his best connections to get us in to see a surgeon - yup, you heard correctly - tomorrow. Now I just have to break it to the office that I need my PM run covered. Not because it's been healing for 2 weeks but because of the location of the break it may need a pin to make sure that it sets correctly. So Kyle now has a temporary cast on it to totally immobilize it and he's not to use his right hand for anything (yeah, he'll be totally bored BWAH - HA - HA!!!).
I did play with the chair make Kyle comfortable while we waited for the x-rays to come back. Atonement in small steps.

I'm laughing now but I'm sure that I won't be allowed to forget this for the rest of my natural life. I don't actually feel guilty - Kerwyn didn't think that it was broken and he's broken bones playing sports, and Kyle keeps reminding us that he's Sixteen (yes, he says it with a capital "s") like it means something so he totally should have spoke up and said that he wanted to see a Dr..

So, unless you've forgotten your baby on top of the car and driven away or left them at home when you went on vacation then, the award for Worst Mom of the Year will be coming to roost chez Prescod. After glancing furtively out the window for a CAS car, Wannietta draws the blinds and turns out the lights.