Gained at least 100 lbs. since my Gigi had her stroke. It ain't water weight neither. It's all fudge weight. Well, fudge and chocolate covered cinnamon bears.
Poked my MIL's eyes out at lunch today when she kept quoting Dr. Oz. about the evils of sugar.
"You know, you're only supposed to eat 6 teaspoons of sugar a day! And Dr. Oz says we consume THREE times that much."
HOW. DOES. HE. KNOW. THAT? Inquiring minds want to know. Does he have a hidden camera in my car?
Obviously his Gigi never had a stroke!
Gigi was out of it today and I was sure they was coming for to carry her home. She's still not speaking and didn't seem to know who I was, but she cried when I hugged her goodbye and told her I lubbed her.
You know what I hate (even more than JoAnn Fabrics' company policies)?
Sitting in a lukewarm bath!!!!
I absolutely hate sitting in a lukewarm bath! Especially after I've added six pots of boiling water. And after I realize the conditioner is in the other bathroom. And the towels are on my twins bedroom floor.
I especially hate lukewarm baths after my Gigi has a stroke. And after I attend the funeral of a six-year-old boy.
After funerals and strokes I need a HOT bath! WITH conditioner!
You get me?
You know what else I hate? Using washcloths to cover my luke-warm nooks and crannies as I run to the other bathroom to grab the conditioner. And then to cautiously make my way to the top of the stairs to yell down to my hub.
"Can you PLEASE turn the water heater up? PLEASE! PLEASE! Pretty PLEASE! And can somebody bring. me. a. gosh. darn. towel!?"
"It doesn't matter how much you turn the water heater up, it only holds so much water and if it's out, it's out!!" My hub yelled back.
"PALEEEEEEEEAZZZZE!" I begged. "I haven't conditioned yet!"
"IF IT'S OUT, IT'S OUT!" He hollered. But it sounded more like, "I HATE YOUR GUTS AND I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT YOUR CONDITIONING NEEDS!
Doesn't he realize that people are dying left and right and having strokes and I need to CONDITION!?
See my uncle Marty died yesterday. (I'm headed down to Mt. Carmel on Saturday for the funeral and I'm thinking of staying at the Thunderbird Motel so I can try out the ho-made pie.)
Even though my uncle Marty's death is a blessings, since he's been in a care center for years battling the debilitating effects of both Diabetes and Parkinson's, it still makes me a bit verklempt to think on it. His quality of life hit rock bottom after he had both of his legs amputated and his wife wouldn't bring him his gol darn camera--she said she was afraid he would drop it, but those of us who are married know she was trying to drive him insane, as that's what all good wives do when we care for our hubs.
Anyways, my mind can't help but rewind to the days when Uncle Marty had the use of both legs and his camera. In those days we ran 5k races together in Los Angeles and afterwards he'd give me orange juice bars. I was 16 at the time and spending the summer in Irvine. Uncle Marty and Aunt Elaine would pick me up and take me to Disneyland when I got homesick. They even drove me to Mt. Carmel once and let me listen to Michael Jackson all the way. Then they drove me to Orderville and helped me spray paint a big heart in Mike Norton's driveway after he asked me on a date. Then Mike Norton jumped in his car and chased us all over Orderville while my Uncle Marty and Aunt Elaine giggled like school girls.
Thankfully I got to got to church with Marty and Elaine in August at his care center.
And then we ate Chili Relleno together in his room.
(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, I just noticed that poster behind him says RUN L.A. Told ya!)
Anyways, aloha oe Uncle Marty. Thanks for the memories.
Btw, Gigi is talking now. And smiling a crooked smile.
Guess what I did today? I lost my fudge weight. Now I've just gotta lose those darn chocolate covered cinnamon bears.
I also had a hot bath. Piping hot!
I mean, it was only half full, but I'm not the type of girl to see a half-full tub as a half-empty tub.
I'm the type of girl who understands that a water heater can only hold so much and when it's out, it's out. You just gotta be patient. And wait. Until it refills.
There is plenty of hot water to go around. If you're patient. And anyway there are starving children in Africa who don't even get to condition in luke-warm water, so you just gotta quit your gripin' and be ye therefore grateful for the little hot water you get!
Gigi looks so much better and brighter today. She's talking and telling stories and laughing. And my Laurel advisor, Marie has been her nurse for three days now, and she says she's never seen anyone recover quicklyer from a stroke.
That's my Gigi!
It's actually been fun going to the hospital and being surrounded by family--kinda cool to know that at any given moment I have somewhere to go where someone I lub will be sitting there doing nothing.
And I can go sit there and do nothing with them.
Now thats a tub half-full!