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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Stronger

To quote one of my homies, Kanye West, "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." (Okay, Okay all you smarties out there. I know that Kanye didn't pen the quote. That happened to be Frederich Nietzsche....Oh, and just so you know, I had to google that. I'm really not a brilliant quotition (I'm not even sure if this is a word. I may have just made it up.) Anyway, I just wanted to express my gangsta side....'Fo Shizzle. But this is not even the point. The point is this......It has been a long and, dare I say, exhausting summer. And to end this glorious season, my husband took a little trip to the operating room to have the screw removed in his foot.....because what's better than getting screwed???? Why, getting un-screwed, of course! So, for all my fellow bloggee's.....
A RECAP.

116 is the number of days that Lewis spend in a hard cast....or walking boot....or walking shoe....or any combination thereof. It is also the number of days that I spent praying to be put out of my misery....and Lewis probably spent praying for the exact same thing.

6 is the number of pillows that Lewis propped his foot up on for the first week after surgery. After sharing my bed with a vast array of pillows.....I'd say it was about 5 too many.

115 is the amount of cherry limeades that I consumed. I had one a day.....every day.....but the first day when I was weeping silently in my room and hoping that it would all be over soon.

60 is the amount of ice creams, or shakes, or some form of frozen, delicious goodness that was consumed. What can I say? I'm a sympathy eater.

10 is the amount of pounds I have gained since this whole D thing started!

14 is the number of times Lewis mowed the lawn in his cast....or boot....or shoe....because he cares so much about our beautiful lawn. I love that he's like that.

0 is the number of times that I mowed the lawn. I don't do lawns. I'm just like that.

6 is the number of times I weeded my yard and hated every stinkin' minute of it. It was then that I found out that I don't do weeding either.

27 is the number of times that I muttered under my breath "go put your own *bleepin'* gym clothes in your gym bag. "

27 is also the number of times that I apologized for being such a bitty.

14 is the number of baths that I helped Lewis with......and quite frankly, giving baths is WAY overrated.

1 is the number of Sunday's my husband missed throughout this whole ordeal. If it had been me, I may have not gone to church for the whole 4 months. This is another thing that makes my husband so great.

80 is the number of times Lewis asked me to rub his foot.....or put lotion on his "dry" foot....or both.

25 is the amount of times that I actually did it.......I'm a horrible wife, I know.

So, It's all said and done. No more cherry limeades.... or ice creams......or lotion on feet....baths.....or pillow propping.....no more casts/boots/awesome walking shoes......an end of an era, if you will.......and one that I gladly hope to not visit for a very, very long time! And just think, we're both not dead.....we're STRONGER!

Stay tuned for pictures of the burning of the boots.....I'm totally serious. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it big. I can't wait!

4 comments:

Jimi said...

Yay for Lewis, but YAY for you!!! I am so excited for you guys not to be handicapped. Ry had fun with Savvy and Braden yesterday (even if Braden was mean to him and pulled his hair:) )

Cheeky Kitchen said...

Holy pee. That has to be the funniest blog this side of Yellowstone.
The "muttering under the breath"--MY FAVORITE!!! I laughed OUT LOUD and then had to share it with John.
We're so glad Lewis has been unscrewed. XOXOXO

THE CONDIE CLAN said...

In reading your blog, I highly doubt the end has come to your cherry limeades. I think you guys are addicted!

Congrats on making it through such an ordeal. I can barely manage with Jared having a runny nose, it's too much for me and I'm muttering under my breath for having to get him a kleenex! I am no nurse and I fully admit it!

I'm really impressed with the church stats and the mowing the lawn stats- those are impressive!

Damon said...

LOL. Darn funny. I hate most of Nietzsche's quotes (God is dead...) but that is one that particularly bothers me because it is so gay (and wrong). Is Freddy really going to argue that if I give him a frontal lobotomy that would only make him stronger? No, he would drool down his face and I would have proven his statement is gay.

If the quote had any validity to it, we would all go around doing massive amounts of damage to ourselves in order to make us stronger... but we don't... because it's gay.

ok. I'm done.