Saturday, January 25, 2014
No Pain in January
January this year feels like most Januarys in a lot of ways: I'm chubby, I hate my hair and I'm wondering what to do with the rest of my life. Same old.
But there's good stuff, too. I have a new great nephew and, after much procrastination, B-man got his hernia repaired. I know - these things don't exactly belong in the same sentence. But after all we went through with Dad, this minor procedure was a bigger deal than it should have been, and I caught a little PTSD waiting for B-man's surgeon to come and tell me all was well. Thank God we were home before happy hour.
B-man apparently doesn't understand that he's supposed to have at least some pain after surgery. He's also getting used to my Mother Hen approach to healing.
Me: Are you sure you're not in any pain?
B-man: A little achiness, but nothing I need medication for.
Me: Are you sure? Because I could cut your pain meds in half - or even in quarters.
B-man: No, I don't need it.
Me: Okay, but you're not working out or doing anything strenuous.
B-man: I know, but I'm going to walk Paige.
Me: No, I'll walk Paige.
B-man: They said to judge my activity by pain. And I heard them say walking is good.
Me: You were still loopy from the anesthesia.
B-man: I felt fine.
Me: You asked if it was a bad idea to do a happy dance.
B-man: I would have, too.
Me: I don't trust your freakish pain tolerance to know that you're healing.
B-man: I feel pretty normal.
Me: Nice try, but you've never been normal.
B-man: Look, I'll cut Paige's walk short and take my phone in case I need your help.
Me: Promise to stop in your tracks and call for a ride if you get tired, feel pain, or just want to.
B-man: I promise, Mommy.
His walk was fine, and I fully expect him to ignore my motherly warnings and go about his life. I have worn him down to the point that he has committed to a week of exercise that only includes walking Paige every morning. That's a major win. Now if I can just figure out what to do with my hair.
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