Wednesday, March 14, 2007

I'm such a freak

You guys can laugh at me if you want, it's okay. I will understand.

This has to be be THE longest week of my life. I still can't talk beyond ventriloquism so I haven't been too keen (keen is such an underused word these days) on being around people or going anywhere. The kids are on spring break and up until today the weather has been good and they've been going out, but today it rained and tomorrow it will rain and they are bored now. So I've been trying to find things for them to do, even letting them play with their messy stuff that I have to clean up for days afterward (like that frickin' horrible Moon Sand).

I am SO hungry 99% of the time that I can barely think beyond food. So as I've said already, I'm looking forward to seeing my OS on Friday. Very much forward. So forward that I've even been inventing these weird scenarios as to why I might NOT be able to see him (and thus be stuck in these bands for another week or whatever). What if his office cancels? What if the car doesn't start? What if we get a huge storm? What if Dr. C gets called away on an emergency? What if Dr. C gets sick or, even worse, gets in an accident? Yes, I seriously pondered this possibility.

I made my husband call Dr. C's office and confirm for Friday, to make absolute sure my appointment is when it is.

I am a freak.

I sit here thinking about all the things I can eat once I have looser bands and/or I can take them off to eat. Tiny bits of grilled cheese. Scrambled eggs. Soup mushy with crackers. Pasta of all kinds. Toast. Cheerios. And on and on and ONNNNNN. I try to think of what my kids ate at a year old and figure I'll be able to partake in the same foods. Right now I'm still at the infant stage of drinking my meals. It really is like being a baby again, isn't it?

I also dream about brushing my teeth properly. The backs of my teeth feel so disgusting. I think about how that first good brush will feel, the taste of the toothpaste, everything. I even miss flossing and can't wait to do it again.

I am a freak.

Two more sleeps.

4 Comments:

At 8:16 PM, Blogger Mrs. Shanton said...

NOT a freak. Just tormented.

 
At 8:36 PM, Blogger Kelsie said...

....ah, we've all been there. This too shall pass :)

 
At 8:46 PM, Blogger Rebecca said...

Tormented. Yes. Good word.


I know I should be more patient but I never have been before, so... LOL

 
At 12:07 AM, Blogger Mrs. Shanton said...

Tormented daily. Hourly. By the minute. Every frickin' second of every frickin' day. Ah, it's these things that make you strong.

 

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