Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Friday, March 9, 2012

Woe is me.

I had surgery on my little finger yesterday.  My right hand is in a cast, so I'm having to function with my left hand.  I am extremely right-hand dominant, so this is a major hindrance.

My surgery went well, except for my argument with the anesthesiologist, who wanted to give me general anesthesia instead of the bier block I'd requested.  We compromised with propofol (Jackson Juice), which I had for my colonoscopy.  Wikipedia says it's a hypnotic, sometimes called Milk of Amnesia because of its milky appearance.  It also says it can cause euphoria, and in rare cases, priapism.  I was pretty euphoric when I woke up in the recovery room.  When I saw the anesthesiologist, I excitedly proclaimed, "There's my little flower!"  My surgeon immediately materialized - he thought I was hallucinating.  I explained that I was Anglicizing Dr. LeFleur's name.  Surely, I wasn't the first patient to do that.  The Flower wasn't amused, judging from his forced smile.

There's lots more to tell, but typing this is excrutiatingly slow, so it will have to wait.  More later... 

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