16 01 2010

The Girl and I were up and out early today. While we were driving and admireing the sunrise, I mentioned that it would be really cool if we got married in the morning. It makes sense. We are both morning people and the morning sky never fails to fill me up and cause me to reflect on all the blessings I have.
She agreed with me. I think we are really going to consider it. Some of our people may be put out by the idea of getting up at the ass crack to be a part of our nuptials but it’s our day and we can do whatever the hell we want.
Alliance Park, 7am.

Tougher Break

11 01 2010

The Girl had her appointment with the Orthopedic Doc today. Turns out that her shoulder isn’t fractured after all.

It’s broken.

The Doc said that there is a piece broken off that still has muscles attached. That is the good news. If the muscle detached, she would have been in worse shape. He ordered a CT scan (which of course needs to be cleared by workers comp first) to determine how far the broken part is from the rest of the bone. If it’s to far away, it will need to be surgically repaired.

At any rate, she is out of work for at least three weeks. She actually just asked me if I thought she was going to go bonkers. I told her yes. Either that or she is going to be sick of me and change her mind about marrying me. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, she got herself a snazzy new sling!

She also got a new Rx that will hopefully work out for her.

Thank you everyone for your well wishes. And your offers to do stuff like cook her food and hang out with her.

Breaking News

5 01 2010

Today I had a HIV 101 training in Boston. By 9:00 the trainers had given us outdated and or incorrect information. At 9:30 they gave us a break. My boss, a co-worker, and I walked to the CVS to get cough drops. On the way, we bitched about the training.

Just because one may have pneumonia, that DOES NOT mean one has HIV. Just sayin.

It was good for me because my boss is just as outspoken as me so I didn’t have to open my trap once. The trainers gave bad info and I just waited for my boss to say her piece. It was great!

At around 11:15 my phone rang. It was The Girl.

She NEVER calls me during the work day. Ever. She is not allowed to use her phone at work. Needless to say, it caused alarm for me. I left the room and called her back. She was clearly crying and proceeded to tell me that she had fallen and was being taken to the ER. She thought she had a broken arm.

I went back in, whispered to my boss what had happened, grabbed my coat and left.

I love my boss.

The parking dude gave me directions out of the city (thanks parking dude, you rock!) and I was on my way. Thank you also to GPS/Iphone.

When I reached the hospital, TG’s co-worker was in the lobby. She introduced herself, shook my hand, and pointed me in the direction of TG’s room.

Sorry I was so abrupt, co-worker lady.

The nurse, a nice young man named Chris, said he was waiting for me and that my beloved was in x-ray. The nice elderly volunteer gave me a cup of coffee. The 77-year-old woman who came in just behind me was pissed because “They were going out for Chinese food and they wouldn’t let me go! That’s why I am agitated!”

My boss texted me to see how both TG and I were doing. Again, I love my boss.

Finally TG came back. She was still crying and in a lot of pain. Chris offered her some pain meds. When he came back I asked him if she was getting the shot in her ass. Ouch.

Somehow, Chris and I got to talking about bras. He had to take hers off.

“I can do it with one hand.” He said with a sly smile.

“Me too!”

“I can do up to 5 hooks.”

“Dude, you are awesome!”

5 hooks? Them must some big boobs. He went on to say that he doesn’t really have much sex with his wife anymore. He gave us some tips to keep it fresh. Chris was a nice dude.

When the grumpy doc came back, she said that TG had fractured her shoulder. Chris got her dressed again.

Tough break. (Sorry. I can’t help myself.)

She has got to go to the bone doctor this week. She is in a sling for the next 6 weeks and seems to be feeling better but still in a lot of pain. I got her Rx and ice pack. I’ll be staying home with her tomorrow and maybe Thursday. She is not a happy camper. I told her the good news was that she got me out of that crappy training.

A New Year!

1 01 2010

Happy New Year, peeps!

I don’t make resolutions because I try to set goals for myself throughout the year. This year however, I have decided on a question;

“How will that look in our new house?”

You see, The Girl and I would like to buy a house in the near future. As much as we love living in our current pad, the time will come to move into a home of our own. If the landlord has her way, that won’t be anytime soon. She is a sweet elderly woman and she has come to rely on us to take care of things. Recently she hurt her back so in addition to replacing all the batteries in the smoke detectors, moving lawn furniture in and out of the shed and shoveling the snow off the porch, we have begun to do her food shopping and picking up her prescriptions for her. We don’t mind at all and we are both happy we are here to help her out.

The lady that lived her before us did nothing.

The landlord asked us not to move and honestly, I don’t think we would feel right if we did. As much as I hate to see it happen, I think assisted living is in her near future. Until then, we will stay put.

So back to the question of the year. I have begun to ask both myself and TG this simple question as a way to gauge the necessity of the item we are about to buy. Let me give you an example;

TG: I want to buy myself a new school bag.

Me: What’s wrong with the school bags you have now?

TG: Nothing, I would really just like to have a new one.

Me: How do you think that new school bag will look in our new house?

TG: You know what? The bags I have work just fine! I don’t need a new one!

Easy peasy! This will go for our wedding too. We have no interest in spending a ton of money on a big elaborate affair. It’s not our style anyway…

What do you have in mind for 2010?