Mush Alert - LOL!

[trulyaries]

I'm just getting caught up with posts. Pam, what a beautiful note! So you are a mush after all! I was worried that the PPT I sent you was too saccharine, but maybe not, for this time in your life.

And then ... and then ... we descended into toilet humor! OK, so I have two stories to add, one of which I was too embarrassed to post before.

Backing up a little, after my last surgery, I had my first BM in the middle of the night and the toilet promptly overflowed. My poor niece was cleaning up at 3 in the morning. Worried so it wouldn't happen again, I had a new toilet put in a few weeks ago. So fast forward to this morning: my first BM. It was all those ugly adjectives I won't go into, and I was exhausted afterward. So I flush the toilet and - you guessed it - the toilet didn't overflow but it is now plugged up! Until I can get someone over to help, I have to go downstairs now each time I have to conduct some more business.

The second story I have was after my last surgery. I was doing so much tooting for so many months. The funniest part was when I would get up in the morning to go to the bathroom. It was "bbrrrt" "bbrrt" "bbrrt" in cadence with each step I took! It was so amusing but I was so grateful no one else was here to hear it - I too would have been mortified!

[Susie*Bee]

The funniest part was when I would get up in the morning to go to the bathroom. It was "bbrrrt" "bbrrt" "bbrrt" in cadence with each step I took! It was so amusing but I was so grateful no one else was here to hear it - I too would have been mortified!

Yep, that's part of the mortification I went through at school... That "talkin' when you're walkin' " business was horrendous for me... I just kept hoping (without a whole lot of hope!) that the kids/teachers would think it was my shoes--or else I'd try to "cough" loudly... Sheesh! I was SO glad for my last day at school, then one day at home, then leaving for the surgery...

[trulyaries]

Oh Susie - when you're a kid that is SOOO mortifying! I'm so glad you survived and became a caring, empathetic human being. Sometimes I think it's a miracle that we survive our childhood.

[Susie*Bee]

Oh Felicia-- that was just last spring! I was 56! I'm an elementary school librarian. And believe me, it was truly terrible... I kept hoping none of the kids would really hear me, because they would have started laughing and saying things. You know how kids are! At least that page in my llfe has turned...

And in case anybody reading this is getting panicky, I think constipation is the main side effect from mega doses of iron, not gas. It just hit me that way. (along with the other)

[trulyaries]

Now I'M embarrassed. Can I blame post-surgical fog for not reading the posts clearly? Please forgive me!

[txmarinemom]

The book ... and moving it off to a different topic ...

Now I'M embarrassed. Can I blame post-surgical fog for not reading the posts clearly? Please forgive me!

Embarrassed???

Impossible this crew in general, and I'm SO not buying an assault on your delicate sensinsibilities, FFF. I'll even toss in a big *pfffbbbt.* - lol ... while I grudingly admit it made me smile ;-).

Even my non-scoli, warped-humored friends are asking for the latest daily gems.

I actually started on the (first) book today. What's flowing now are recent events ... so simple in their nature, I'm ashamed I couldn't have relayed them before.

Scoli or not, we all see at least one person, obviously hurting, every day. What prevents us (other than fear of our *own* rejection) from directing a warm smile and compliment their way? Are there any among us who have never experienced that unexpected gift - and the warmth it leaves in its wake?

Along with my (admittedly) odd humor, I honestly think people need to be reminded how much it matters to others to know others DO care for them. Yes, we have our own lives, and no, we can't give of ourselves 100% of the time; the goal is to try for some. Giving for the right reasons is quite therapeutic as well.

That topics seques into my next set of books - for teens and tweens.

The very same summer I was forced (kicking and screaming, I assure you) into a Boston Brace, developed sudden, severe onset of communicating hydrocephalus. Within a very short period of time my intracranial pressure (ICP) was 5-7 times normal (not typically compatible with life), my eyes were crossed, my head was shaved - and a VP shunt was placed.

I'll go into more detail later, but the concept of the books/series is "I'm Still Me. Who are You"?.

I've babbled on enough ... I'll move this on to another thread next post.

This is going to be a tough journey reliving Jr. High.

If it makes one tormentor let a child attend school in peace, or one child wonder "who defines "normal" anyway?" I'll have acheived my goal.

Regards, y'all.
Pam

[The Slice]

Hey Pam, did I detect a little rollercoaster ride? LOL I envy your ability to be so upbeat. No, you're not all the time, but nobody is. You ARE awesome!

[txmarinemom]

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[The Slice]

Pam, sorry. Perhaps I could have used a better description than envy. Didn't mean to "creep you out". As others have said, your wit and humor are a joy. Hang in there.

[txmarinemom]

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[The Slice]

Pam, everything's cool. Hang in there. I tend to be on the oversensitive side because of issues with self esteem and insecurity, so I often tend to read more into situations. I tend to take life too seriously so my sense of humor (so far as delivery goes) is not as well honed.

[trulyaries]

An update: My niece-who-I-love-so-much and her family came over yesterday. My niece fed and cared for me and my home; daughter Kara read her latest poetry for me (really good!); youngest daughter Elise unfailingly draws a picture for me; son Andrew and I had some Photoshop/photography discussions; and oldest son Stephen (an honors level pianist) assisted his Dad armed with what looked like some medieval torture chamber tools to work on my toilet. YAAAAAYYYYY - my toilet is now unstuck!

What a talented family - and they do toilets too!!

BTW, I don't know why they bother with "stool softeners" in the hospital. They have never done an absolute thing for me - seems my body is going to move when it wants to move and no amount of "prodding" is going to help. And there was no "soft" involved in the end, if you catch my drift.

[skoshi314]

armed with what looked like some medieval torture chamber tools to work on my toilet. drift.

When you first saw this device, were you a little concerned it was for YOU and not the toilet? haha

[trulyaries]

When you first saw this device, were you a little concerned it was for YOU and not the toilet? haha

LMAO!! If you saw the shape of those things you'd know your comment is even funnier than you thought!

[beach_chikie]

just my experience =)

After my surgery (Jan. 30 08) I had the hardest time going to the bathroom. The nurses gave me countless stool softeners and NONE of them worked whatsoever. (getting personal sorry) I wasn't able to go to the bathroom for A WEEK!! I was so worried that I was going to have to get cleaned out by a doctor lol! Finally, I bought some magnesium citrate (most disgusting thing to drink EVER!) I drank about 6-8 ounces of that and... well you know haha. That stuff tastes terrible, but it was well worth it in the long run