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June 29 Reasons to remember 4th of JulyHave you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, Nine were farmers and large plantation owners, men of means, well educated, But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured. Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags. Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward. Vandals looted the properties of Dillery,Hall, Clymer,Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt. Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't. So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: freedom is never free! I hope you will show your support by sharing this with your family & friends. It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games. June 27 Sorta Through the Looking GlassToday, I had a conversation that I think I will never forget. I was talking to Molly (no not her real name) and I was rubbing her belly. No, I don't make a habit of rubbing on people I work with. Molly is 6 months pregnant. She had been married about 3 weeks. Her "husband" is the father of the baby. This will be his first child and her fourth. He's already talking about more, and she not opposed to the idea, yet she's not exactly THRILLED about it either. Who can blame her. Hell I have 3 kids and I'm pulling my hair out 1/2 the time. I can't imagion 3 kids with one on the way.
Before she got married, several of us at work (including me) asked her to carefully consider what she was getting ready to do. We all did it in our own ways. I told her to remember why she got divorced from her first husband and then to consider the things that could happen with this one. He works part time, if you can call it that. He plays guitar and gives lessons. He's not in a band or anything else, he just gives lessons mainly. Molly works two jobs. Where I work during the day and then the Computer store on the Plaza at night. It infuriates me how he lets her work like that. One day I seen both of them at the grocery store at lunch. He had the balls to trying to get me to say that she should quit the job that we are working at now. It was all I could do to keep a straight face and not rip him apart limb from limb. She stood there looking at something else, refusing to admit that she was part of that conversation. She loves him, there is no doubt, but he seems VERY immature.
Bringing me to the conversation today. As we stood there by the kitchen/break area, Molly was telling me that she almost hates her new husband. She told me she wished that she had never married him. She said that he was lazy, and that he was mad at her for saying that he needed to get a job. He went as far as to tell her "How can I follow my dreams if you're wanting me to get a job!" I about fell over. She recovered quickly yet very quietly "I don't get to follow my dreams, I have kids.". At that point I realized how much I've grown and how far I've come. Molly is 25-27. I don't know her exact age, but it's within those perameters. I got to thinking back to 3 years ago and doing some compairing.
Molly - Not a very good relationship with her parents, her mom is around, but not very supportive with familiy backing
Me- Decent relationship with my dad, touch and go with my mom, step mom havn't talked to in years, a sister that I love but we fight too.
Molly- Has kids and feel like she is raising her husband along with them. She's working herself to death, and endangering her health
Me- I'm gone 12 hours a day (if riding the bus, more on that later in another blog) and raising kids alone with no help.
Molly- Doesn't seem to have alot of friends, she bases her life around her "husband".
Me- Don't seem to have much of a life except work the kids and stuff, I base my life on my family
Molly- Desparatly wishes that she was living someone elses life
Me- I am intrigued by the lives that others lead.
Molly- Looks depressed and defeated, she has lost her twinkle and her smile looks half hearted and worrisome
Me- I look in the mirror and still see the same defeated beat down girl I was 5 years ago at times
There are many things that I see in Molly that I seen in myself through the time that I was married to the kids' dad. I wanted so bad to hug her and tell her that she needed to get rid of the piece of crap "husband" and that she could do it on her own. That she didn't need this man holding her back and bringing her down. I wanted to shake her and yell at her and say "Don't let a man break you, Stand up on your own two feet. No man will make you work two jobs while he naps and gives lessons 2 hours a day". In the end I nodded politely when it was the timing was right, and I smiled comfortingly when I knew she needed reassurence. I knew that there was nothing I could say. That she would get over being mad and then she would forgive and forget till the next time that the conversation of bills or money came up. I think back to the way that people who had been physically/sexually abused, in the past, had looked at me when I would complain about Smacktard. They would smile knowingly, and then they would reassure me with a pat on the shoulder or a squeeze of my hand. As much as I want to take her home with me, and show her that it can be done, I can't. All I can let her do is talk. Because in the end thats what she wants, is someone to talk to, someone to make her feel good about herself, to show her that she doesn't need someone to make her happy or to take care of her. Someone who will listen to her, not cast judgement, and just let her be herself. Not mom, not a pregnant woman, not a data entry person or a computer saleswoman. In short she needs a friends shoulder to lean on, someone who has been there, someone who has made it through the dark times, when they felt like they were all alone too. I can be that person, and I need to be that person, if not for her, then for myself. To give back what so many gave me, when I desparatly needed someone to be my friend when the days were at their darkest hour.
I've learned all this in 3-5 years, from experience and trial and error. All this in 25ish to 30 (31 in August), five little years. Which makes me wonder, and keeps me up sometimes at night, what will I learn in the futer that I think I know all about today? June 26 Daycare Drama of a Breezy MommaYesterday, after being a work for about an hour, the daycare called. Doodle was sick. He was throwing up, and unfortunatly for Tude; Doodle threw up on her. So I jumped in the truck (a friend has let me borrow his while he's working on mine) and went back north of the river to pick up the Bug. I got there and stripped the kids down in the parking lot, and then took them to my aunts in Independence (about 25 mins away). Went back to work (and got my ass chewed for being gone for 3 hours, enough time to clean up the kids and make the drive time). After I got back to work I still smelled vomit on me. I borrowed an outfit from a girl at work. It was big on me but with saftey pins, I smelled much better than I did before.
After work I picked up Toad from daycare, and then went to pick up the vomit twins. After sitting in rush hour traffic till 6:30pm, I was sick of driving. LOL. I met my sister downtown about 7:30ish and she took Doodle with her, he can't go back to daycare till tomarrow. From there Toad, Tude, and I went back up north. We stopped at HyVee to get some grub, I didn't feel like cooking. While in the store people kept walking by me and smiling, one guy actually walked by 3 times and had a shit eating grin. I had decided that I really didn't have time for a bunch of drama and headed for the tv dinner aisle. I stooped down to get one off the shelf, and thats when Toad pulled me to the side:
Toad: Mom I need to tell you something. (red faced and stuttering)
Me: Whats up baby.
Toad: I can see your butt
Me: OMG are you serious?! (immeadiatly covering my ass)
Toad: yeah, your zipped is undone on your skirt.
Me: How long has it been like that? (trying like hell to cover my butt)
Toad: Sence we dropped off Bug
Me: Oh Dear GOD!
Moral of the story? NEVER wear a thong with a skirt that is 2 sizes too big without first checking to make sure that the zipper works. Especially while walking around with your 10 1/2 year old son. June 22 Great Things About Sex1) 94% of men lie about their penis size. According to condom manufacturers, only 6% of men need to use extra large condoms. 2) The average man is 4-5 inches long when erect; no matter what you have heard ladies, that's the truth. Incidentally the average vaginal capactity is only 6 inches, for you women who think you can handle king dong. 3) 80% of American men are circumsized, though Pediatrics say it is not necessary. 4) No matter what all the ads say nothing but time can make your penis grow. (most men reach the end of their growth by the early 20's) 5) There is no correlation between penis size and shoe size, hand size, or nose size. 6) Blue balls does exist! It's technically called "prostatic congestion." 7) Only 16% of men shave their privates. - THiNGS MEN MiGHT WANT TO KNOW - 1) Only 9% of women around the globe consider themselves "attractive" (20% of British women do). 43% of women use the term "natural",24% say they have "average" looks,8% prefer the term "feminine",7% say they are "good looking", and7% say they are "cute", and finally only 2% of women say they are "sexy". 2) An estimated 85% of women wear the wrong size bra. 3) 60% of women have had breast implants. 4) 75% of women like getting hummped. 5) 95% of women shave their privates. - A FEW THiNGS YOU BOTH MiGHT WANT TO KNOW - 1) Masturbation is healthy for both men and women. 2) 70% of highschoolers have had sex before they have graduated. 27% lose their virginity senior prom night. Only 3% wait until marriage. 3) 95% of men would have sex with a girl after 1 month of dating. Only 10% of women feel this way. 4) Teens are most likely to have sex for the first time in June. 5) First-time intercourse is often unplanned, meaning it's less likely teens will use contraception. 6) Virginity is often lost with a person they haven't been dating. - 5 REASONS WHY SEX iS GOOD! - 1) It is a good workout. Sex burns about 150 calories every half an hour. It will lower your cholesterol and improve breathing circulation. 2) You won't get sick. According to research if you have sex 1-2 times a week. You are less likely to get sick. 3) You'll feel happier. You will feel a greater sense of well-being. Women who have more sex were clinically proven to be less depressed than women who dont have sex. 4) Makes you look better; problem is that ugly people don`t get any. Sex releases hormones which make your skin and hair softer and shinier and tone your physique. 5) The best reason: You will live longer. Studies prove that sex makes you live longer. Men who had sex 1-2 times a week, had half the death rate as those who did not indulge themselves at least once a month. It also makes you look younger. If you have sex 3 times a week you may look up to10 years younger than you really are. - SOME THiNGS YOU MiGHT NOT HAVE KNOWN - 1) Having sex 3 times a week for 1 year = Running 75 miles! June 21 Sorta's Bunch is Hitting the RoadThis weekend the kids and I are going to my dad's house. The kisd are so excited. We are leaving Saturday morning very very early. Like at 4am. We will get to my dads in time to help him pack up and go camping! Of course it's just to the lake house, but hell, who cares! I'm getting out of the city for a bit! We have swimming trunks and swimstuits, hot dogs and marshmellows. I'm ready to break loose! Fun in the sun and in the water! Hiking and running arounwith the kids. We may even head o walmart and pick up a couple fishin poles. The kids have their bikes at my dad's house already. The kids love it down there. I do too. It's quiet and peaceful.
I plan on taking alot of pictures and writing alot. I'm kinda stuck with my book. I have tons of snipets of things that I have written, but it's been hard to put it all down. My inspiration for the book, really feels uncomfortable talking about it. Sometimes, I want to smack him. LOL. Open up to me damn it! ARG! MEN!
It will be great to get down to the lake though. I can't wait. This will be our summer vacation. It's much deserved!
June 19 Maybe Kelly Clarkson My DecemberI'm strong But I break I'm stubborn And I make plenty of mistakes Yeah I'm hard And life with me is never easy To figure out, to love I'm jaded but oh so lovely All you have to do is hold me And you'll know and you'll see just how sweet it can be If you'll trust me, love me, let me Maybe, maybe Someday When we're at the same place When we're on the same road When it's okay to hold my hand Without feeling lost Without all the excuses When it's just because you love me, you let me, you need me Then maybe, maybe All you have to do is hold me And you'll know and you'll see just how sweet it can be If you'll trust me, love me, let me Maybe, maybe I'm confusing as hell I'm north and south And I'll probably never have it all figured out But what I know is I wasn't meant to walk this world without you And I promise I'll try Yeah I'm gonna try to give you every little part of me Every single detail you missed with your eyes Then maybe Maybe, yeah maybe One day We'll meet again and you'll need me, you'll see me completely Every little bit Oh yeah maybe you'll love me, you'll love me then I don't want to be tough And I don't want to be proud I don't need to be fixed and I certainly don't need to be found I'm not lost I need to be loved I just need to be loved I just want to be loved by you and I won't stop 'cause I believe That maybe, yeah maybe Maybe, yeah maybe I should know better than to touch the fire twice But I'm thinking maybe, yeah maybe you might Maybe, love maybe Relationship BreakthroughSeems like anymore that my blog has been about relationships. Weird, something I really don't want, and yet I seem to write about it alot. Relationships are nice I suppose. I've never been in a healthy one thats for sure. Sometimes, I want one, just someone to call my own. Then other times, I'm pretty happy just me and the kids. Lately, I've been doing alot of self analyzing. I have my game plan working out. I'm working now, kids are doing just awesome (now that they are away from their dad). Work is going great! I love my job most days, and I feel like I'm doing something that makes a difference. Which leaves my love life that really is lacking in spark.
Last guy I sparked with was no winner. He wasn't a BAD guy per say. I only marry the bad guys (hahaha). Actually, I don't think other than my exhusband and my oldest son's father, that I've ever really dated a loser. Even clear back to Lil Bit (my first ever boyfriend really), he was still a good boy/man. Inful (another mistake of excellent sex), wasn't nessessarily a bad guy, just wanted different things in life. Zero...... well.... not much to say there. I don't even know what to say about him. He loved my kids, he liked me well enough, but apparently not enough. D-Boy, not a terrible guy, just young with alot of issues. Those are really the man relationships of my life as far as men go.
One thing that I have noticed about them all? They are all very ego centric and think that it's their way or the highway. They all want what they want, they go after it. They are driven and stubborn, they don't back down a bit. They are hard workers, they all take care of their families (if they have them). They are loyal and wouldn't cheat. They have many very good qualities. However, with the good always comes the bad. They all played the games. All of them kept things from me, whether it be their feelings about me, or whether it be keeping me in the dark about where our relationship was going. I'm not putting in the fathers or husbands in this entry, thats something totally different, this is about "relationships".
Which leads me to my question. So when do we quit running back for more, and start running towards ourselves? June 18 Zsa Zsa ZsuI don't "spark" with many people. Normally, I meet them, greet them, and then we chat. Especially when it comes to dating. Lately, I've been finding guys that are nice enough, but really lack in the zsa zsa zsu. You know what zsa zsa zsu is........ it's that feeling. Butterflies in your belly, you can't breathe, your hands shake. Suddenly, all of the witty things that you want to say fly out of your head. Leaving you standing looking like a drooling moron. Point in case:
This weekend I took the kids to Duck Pond Park. Was great just me and the kids. We ran in the woods and I laid in the grass and read a book. It was really great. We were back behind everyone else on the secluded side of the park. Acres and acres of trees for the kiddos to play in. While they were ignoring me, I took off my shirt (yes I had on a sports bra sheesh). I need some sun badly (and now I have more than what I needed........lol). While laying there, I must have dozed off briefly, when I woke up the kids were still playing baseball and there was a truck that had pulled around and was up by me, well above me up the hill per say. In there sat a guy reading a news paper. When I noticed that there was someone else there, I immeadiatly put my shirt back on and called myself many names in an embaressing way.
So why at that point did he get out of his truck and walk my way. Cute, very cute. Bald, ice blue eyes, tribal tattoos on his wrist going up the inside of his arm and hiding beneath his sleeve of his shirt. His chest was massive, with a touch of hair showing through the neck of his shirt. Instant butterflies. Couldn't help it, bald guys are my weekness. He brought over 2 bottles of water. Instantly, I was suspiscous, and considered handing it back to him. I didn't though. I just opened it and acted like I took a drink and then grabbed my juice. I gulped down my juice and then dumped the water on my legs, it felt really good in the 90 degree heat, and in the bright sunshine.
Finally bald guy asked my name and I told him my name, then I did the stupidest thing in the world. The guys name is Tracy. What did I say? Wow, you have a girls name. He smiled a really strained smile and then checked his watch. Suddenly before I knew it he was gone. He couldn't get away from me fast enough, apparently, I hit a sore spot.
So I guess my question is............ is it the zsa zsa zsu? Or is it the fact that I just don't know how to talk to people. LOL. June 15 Roosevelt"Friendship with oneself is all important because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world."
Eleanor Roosevelt
It's Friday, thank god. Money has run out and bills need to be paid. This weekend the kids and I are going hiking, and then next weekend we are going to my dads for the weekend, we are going camping. Yay! One of my girlfriends from highschool is having a hot tub party (oh hell yeah). Will I be getting in? Oh Hell No! I havn't lost THAT much weight! June 13 Broomhilda and the Mechanical PencilYesterday at work, I needed a mechanical pencil. After searching the supply cabinet, I had my boss call the lady in charge of the supplies. You know he broomhilda of highlighters. Every office has one. Mine happens to look like a hunkered over bird. She's miserable and I've never seen her smile once. She is prolly in her last 50s, and did I mention that Ive never seen her smile? She has smarted off several remarks toward me, and I have just decided to ignore her. After all, I want her job at some point.
When I went back to the copy room to look through the supply cabinet again, I didn't hear her as she came up behind me. She began to yell, something about people taking things and that she never had enough of anything in the supplies. After a few seconds I tuned her out and decided to just leave the room. Here is the situation.
Me: Excuse me
Broomhilda: Everyone is always taking things out of here, and never telling me and then we run out of things and i'm supposed to know all of this.
Me: I'm sorry
Broomhilda: I told you both there are no mechanical pencils so what are you doing in here
Me: I'm not going to be yelled at (stood up and turned to walk way)
Broomhilda: (grabs my shirt)
Me: (controling my temper) Take your hand off of me
Broomhilda: I'm not yelling at you
Me: (walked out the door with a brisk walk)
From there I went right to my boss's office. Chain of command ya know. I told her what happened and turned around and damn near ran over the old blue hair. Eve's dropping. She stood there with one hand on her hip and the other in my face. I very gently (oh so gently) put my hand over her hand and then lowered my hand with hers inside of mine then took a noticable step back. My legs were like jelly and my hands were trembling.
People that try to get one over on everyone else really bug me. If you can't use your commen sence then what the hell are you doing functioning like you actually know something? What's worse? It was all over a mechanical pencil. June 12 SexEver had the most incredible sex? Sex that makes your head spin and your toes curl? The kind that when it's over you want more. The best sex you've had in possibly forever, and it comes back to you like a soldier at war? Not donig anything, minding my own business, and all of a sudden I hear "Please, I'm starving." with that sexy bass growl. Flashbacks of very specific things, or a look in the other person's eyes. I know that women tend to think with more of their emotional sides of their minds, and men think more logically.
Yet still I hear "Please, I'm starving." and other such little things that men say when trying to get into the bed of a pretty girl. I don't miss the guy, thats the worst part, because the guy and I aren't very compatable anywhere else except for in the bed (or on the bathroom counter, or outside on the porch at sunset as the case may be). He's really got some immature issues; he's undependable, he's manipulative, and he's deceitful. Which leads me to wonder, how come all of the guys that seem to turn me on the most have serious issues. Or am I deceiving, manipulating, and letting myself down for even letting him get inside my head. In a sence I'm lieing to myself, because the sex is so good.
In the difference of men and women, who is really the more deceitful sex? June 11 Things I did this weekend
June 08 I've become D-BoyThere is this guy. He's 42, nice enough, owns his own house, been with his job for 20 years. He seems to like me. Sent me flowers to work yesterday. He calls in the middle of the day just to tell me he's thinking of me. He has stopped by at night to show me he's thinking of me. There is one problem though. As nice as this guy is, and as much as he seems to have his life together, I can't get into him.
I've blown him off 3 times this week, he keep swanting to come over. I've stood him up for lunch once, and I havn't returned but maybe 2 of his phone calls. I feel like a heel. I think this guy is really nice, I just don't like him like that. He's someone nice to talk to, he's got a great sence of humor. I'm going to tell him I just want to be friends, because I really do want to be friends. Now I think I know how D-Boy felt. Not really into me, but likes me as a person.
Strange really, what makes the difference in relationship and friendship when it comes to memebers of the opposit sex. June 07 Sorta makes a realizationToday while at break the work girls and I were smoking and dishin about boys. Normal talk. Boys, shoes, make up and vibrators (yes I said vibrators). Today the topic lead to talk of ex b/fs. They girls at work know about the Denny's Boy, but they don't know about any other ex'es except for my exhusband. As I sat there, I decided I would tell them about Zero.
I took a deep breath and tried to form the words in my mind. What to tell them about him, and what exactly did I want to say. As I sat there, I realized that I didn't want to tell them about him. Whats the point? He never really cared anyways, so why trouble myself with it. With that thought in my head, I tried to remember the last time I had thought about Zero in a while. In a long while. Then I thought about it some more, the kids have stopped asking about him too. They havn't asked about him in awhile.
What makes things even better? i'm over him. I found all the envelopes from his valentines cards as well as a picture of us together. Didn't hurt a bit. Strange how these things work. I didn't even put them in "the box". Trashcan was closer. I've got enough things saved to remind me of the mistakes I made (or he made which ever).
In the end, I didn't tell them about Zero. There was no need in bringing up past mistakes or heartbreak. There is only the future, and the future that I think I can make for myself and my family. June 06 Cadaver, messagesPeeing first thing in the morning was Aaron's favorite thing to do. He'd never admit to it, not even to his best friend. Speaking of, he really missed him, he needed to call and talk to him, but he really didn't have the time. Sence the wreck he had been to more doctors and more specialists than he even knew existed. Sence the wreck he had been in a drug induced haze. He was beginning to really enjoy it too. Finally, able to get high the legal way. What a concept! Aaron smugly smiled to himself as he finished his morning urinating duties.
"damn," he thought, "dribbled on the seat again." Without thinking Aaron grabbed some toilet paper and wiped it off, dropped it in the bowel, and flushed. He limped to the bed and pulled on his boots. He was ready for his first day at work. He hadn't worked in almost a year, to say he was nervous would be the least of his emotion. He was terrified. His legs were back in "working" order, or as much as they would be for the amount of time. He pocketed 3 of his medications. Vicadin, Prozac, and Flexerille. Pain killer, anti depressant, and muscel relaxors. He checked his shoes. Yep 1/4 ounce still there. He needed to stop and pick up some papers on his way.
Yep, today was going to be a good day. He went back to the bathroom, time to brush his teeth. He pulled out his toothbrush and spread the minty freshness on his toothbrush. He stuck it in his mouth, an old school Skid Row song beating in his head. He looked up to the mirror and groaned another message.
"I'll be watching you" June 04 Cadaver, The Other PartHis room was completly clean. Amazed and wide eyed, Aaron, looked around his bedroom. Marvelling at the freshly vaccuumed carpet and the dust free ledges. Everything had been wiped clean. Clothes that previously littered the floor and the bed, literally in a trail from his bed to the shower, had all been washed folded and set into piles on the dresser. His bedding was clean and he couldn't remember when they smelled better. He smiled to himself as he walked into the room. His mind played through all of the girls that he had brought home at one point or another and two girls stood out in his head. Would they have come in and cleaned up like this? How should he ask them? Last thing he wanted to do was to point out a good deed to someone who didn't do it, who knew the ramifications of that. Girls were such finicky creatures, always getting upset if there was another girl involved. Aaron scoffed at his own thoughts, girls, only need them for one thing. Ok, maybe two. Regardless, he was pleased to see that someone had come in and cleaned up.
Something nagged in the back of his mind, like a forgotten birthday or a missed apointment. Somehow Aaron knew that he was forgetting something very important. He felt like that alot these days, but he usually managed to get through his whole day without remembering exactly what it was that he forgot. He flopped down on his tidy "new" bed, and wondered what to do for the day. He could go fishing, he could of course, but he didn't really want to. He could call one of his "girls" but, he didn't really feel like doing that either. He actually wanted to sleep. He hadn't been sleeping well. His body was always tired, and his legs were constantly jumping and restless. The doctors had all told him that it would take awhile for his body to accept the new "alien" bones, but he was tired of the wait. Perhaps he should do something to work them out, maybe trick his body into accepting the new appendages without the pain for the wait.
Without thinking about it, Aaron reached down and rubbed a hand over his left shin, and was startled by a hard object poking out of where the metal plate was placed. "Screws," he thought, "the screws are coming loose. Oh hell!". Aaron picked up the phone to call his doctor. His doctor's words ringing in his ears,
"Mr. David, I advise you to take it easy on your legs for a year. I don't know if you'll be able to walk again, at least without assistance. You have enough hardware in your legs to set off metal detectors, as with any surgery there must be time to heal. Don't do to much too soon, take it easy, let your body heal."
Aaron had never been one to follow directions, and now he regretted it as he punched the last number on the phone and heard the recording "Thank you for calling the Bone and Joint Clinic. For appointments, press one.............". As Aaron pressed one, he hummed along with Gretchen Wilson as she proclaimed in glory to be a Redneck Woman, and promptly picked up his pill bottles, almost time for another refill. June 01 Just a short note to Lucyhey luce.............. hope all is well. Tried to call ya and check in, but didn't get an answer. 2008 I'll be in DC. How close is that to you? |
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