I’m sitting in my desk chair, clutching a tiny glass of ChocoVine, quietly toasting myself because I completed our first week of homeschool for this new school year. With all 3 kids. Including Jensen.
And no one bled.
I am to be congratulated. And let me pause to offer my sincerest apologies to all of you who have written to me informing me that you, too, are now hooked on ChocoVine.
This has been a particularly difficult week. And it has had little to do with homeschooling, BECAUSE I AM NOW SUCH A FAN OF MY FATHER’S WORLD curriculum. But rather, difficult in my inability to get around and dealing with the level of pain caused by my knee.
I really don’t know if I should be still experiencing this much discomfort, and the P.T. is at a loss as well. As far as the medical team go, they only see improvement because I’ve achieved more flexibility. On Monday, I could bend my leg to a 108 degree angle. After a good amount of warm up. And colorful cursing in my head.
And that’s awesome. But, ow. OW OW OW. Every step is painful. And with 3 children, there are a lot of steps involved in my day.
I’ve chucked the Celebrex (an anti-inflammatory) because it made me nauseous. Even scaling back to 200 milligrams. And I really could not see that it made any difference. During the day, I’m just relying on Tylenol and Motrin. But at night?
OXYCODONE. It is my friend. I get generally 4 to 6 hours of somewhat restful sleep with little to no pain. Which doesn’t sound like a lot, but after days and days of little to no pain free sleep, 4 to 6 hours heavenly.
However, Fiddledaddy has begun to express fears that he will have to cart all 3 children to visit me while I’m incarcerated at the Betty Ford Clinic. And indeed, he has gotten on the internet and TALKED TO PEOPLE about how addictive Oxycodone is.
Now, before anyone goes ballistic on me about drinking my ChocoVine and taking medication, let me reassure you. My ChocoVine glass is nothing more than a fancy shot glass, so I’m only drinking enough so that I can pretend it’s a full glass of wine. AND, my Oxycodone clearly states on the bottle that alcohol may intensify the drowsiness aspect of the medication, so DO NOT OPERATE HEAVY MACHINERY.
As long as my T.V. remote does not constitute heavy machinery, I’m golden.
All this to say, I’ve been a little bit down lately.
I’m the first one to turn to humor when I’m depressed, but I haven’t been able to tickle my own funny bone. And most days, it has just been downright hard to find the humor.
So I’ve had to look elsewhere. And since there’s really no end in sight to my many issues (pause for overly dramatic affect), I may need to expand my repertoire. I’ve nearly exhausted all of the You Tube postings of Carol Burnett and Dean Martin roasts.
Are there any writer’s websites that are a must go-to in times of turmoil and pain? Because humor? It is the very best medicine.