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It’s not been a great couple days to say the least. Pardon me while I vent and whine. Warning—it gets worse and worse.
First, all my swallowtail butterfly caterpillars got eaten by birds; there were 8 on the parsley—all gone because I didn’t get the netting on to protect them in time. Bummer.
Yesterday was the summer camp orchestra event. My daughter has been a student of this guy for 6 years (!!!!)—-6 years of summer camp, 6 years of year round lessons weekly with a monthly check from me with my name on it; a last name with only 6 letters and pronounced like it’s spelled. She was one of two students acknowledged on the program as student staff—–with last name spelled wrong! A bit much after 6 years, I think. I was NOT pleased.
DH and I are fighting today—I had an awful am and didn’t need to be questioned about lunch and there were major fireworks and bad feelings all around. Plus a slammed door or two and plenty of under the breath comments and cusses.
A. and I (notice dh gets involved in none of the day to day stuff) saw the ortho doc at 9:00am today for the results of the MRI on her foot; about as bad as it could be. She has an area of osteo-necrosis (bone death) at the top of first metatarsal head, possibly due to repeated impact (soccer? remember when I didn’t want her doing that?). Reactive brusitis in other areas and a ganglion cyst on the third toe. The necrosis is by far the most worrying; this is something just NOT found in children. He researched it and could only find one similar case written up in existance. No sports for her—-PERIOD, an x-ray every month and a visit with him, a re-evaluation of her orthotic inserts by HIS physical therapist, surg. if the bone doesn’t re-generate—-and, because this “just doesn’t happen”, no idea of a timetable. Her last two years of h.s. with NO sports—great, just fricking great. Stuck in that pressure cooker IB academy with no way to let off steam.
I’m eating what I want today and God help the person who gets in my way. Hope your days are better than mine, chickadees.
Later: I was taking A. out to the barn to see Rachel (who was a total pip tonight, BTW) when I got a phone call from the guy who owns the horse. His parents want him to pay back money he owes them NOW; so his solution is to raise our lease fee by $150.00 a month, cut A. down to only three days a week with Rachel, and allow the barn to use her as a school horse in the English riding program the owners are starting. If I don’t agree to this he says he’ll have to sell her—the guy sounded like he was almost in tears. I didn’t even mention that we have a signed one year lease. A. is doing better with the foot thing for the moment than I am; of course, cross country is her fav. kind of running so she’s bummed. The thing with Rachel really has her upset; extortion, she’s calling it. Soooooo…a bad day ended on an additional bad note.
G’nite, chickadees.
August 1st, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Oh, damn, double-damn, and GAWD damnit!!!!! Such bad news about A’s foot - the other stuff is just kvetch-able; THIS is downright horrible! How is she handling it? Yeah, I’ve noticed that about men in general - with rare exceptions (ONE son-in-law in three) they manage to neatly keep themselves aloof from all the running we women do for and with our kids. Just about the only solace I can think of for that particular aggravation is that it’s damned close to universal.
I’ll be thinking of you, Ms. Close - and of A, as well, and hoping like crazy for the best possible outcome.
Big hugs - and don’t worry, I’m out of your way on the food thing. Sometimes you’ve just GOT to stuff your face a bit. Too bad it seems to be such a comfort to us, but it is, so there you have it. If it was me, I’d be diving headfirst into a hot fudge sundae right about now. Maybe TWO of ‘em.
Z
August 1st, 2008 at 11:15 pm
Such horrible stuff happening to you! I am so sorry. I am keeping my fingers crossed for good news for A. Poor kid. Since she is so young, she should heal soon. maybe, just maybe, you might want a second opinion on the necrosis thing, since it is so rare.
Dont worry about eating a little more. Tooooo many things on your plate. Be gentle to yourself. My love and big hugs to both A and you.
take care,
iniya
August 2nd, 2008 at 10:52 am
I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry just sounds so trival. But I am sorry, sorry about your daughter’s diagnosis, sorry about the horse troubles, sorry that things are so rotten for you right now……
With all your stressors right now, all I can say is to hell with the diet, you don’t need to add that to your worries….
My thoughts and prayers are with you
August 2nd, 2008 at 8:35 pm
Came here to thank you for your kindness during my weekend meltdown and find that you’re dealing with all this!!!! Poor A! Poor Mom! I think we take things harder than our kids when they have a problem.
About that man thing…yes, it’s universal! I thought it was a generational thing. I’m from that generation of “super women” who were encouraged to join the workforce (but don’t neglect the house or kids!). I thought things were getting more equal in terms of “Hey, I work just as much as you, you wash the damn dishes!” Unfortunately, it never seems to change when it comes to the kids. It’s a good thing kids have Moms or they’d never make it! That’s one of the things that was bothering me during my meltdown. DIL does not take care of the kids but DS wouldn’t dream of taking over. That’s her responsibility!
Take a break! You deserve it!
Hugs!
August 3rd, 2008 at 1:29 am
Oh good grief ms. soclose.
I would say that was a horrible day. I’m so sorry about A’s foot and the horse dilemma.
I’m wishing you the very very best ms. soclose - love to your family.
xoxoxo
August 3rd, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Must be a planetary line up - I fought with my DH too! As for your problems.
I am really sorry about the bone issue. Not sure what it is, but it sounds bad. On a brighter note, ganglions can be treated easily. You actually smash them with a book and they disperse and are absorbed back into the body.
If you have a contract, he cannot change it. That is fundamental breach of contract. (I took one law course at university). Noting that A cannot really do sports for the time being, maybe you want to view this as a way out of your contract. Just a thought.
Not sure how she is going to deal with the pressures of school. Walking? Poor kid. Poor you.
Take care - the planets must move on so we can go back to living the dream!
Shari
August 3rd, 2008 at 9:28 pm
Sending A. healing vibes for her foot. Lousy day, you’re right. May you have a beautiful sleep (or sleeps) over the course of the next weeks. Remember that you are a loved person, and so is A. Love, RubyJean
August 4th, 2008 at 3:21 pm
When it rains it pours! Hopefully A’s foot will heal fast! And I hope the situation with the horse will be figured out as well.
Ganglyon cist on the toe?! OUCH!! I have one on my wrist (for several years now) and they are annoying. Sometimes I don’t know it’s there, sometimes I can hardly move my wrist. I will NOT smash it with a book though as stated in a comment above! OUCH!!!