Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Let's try this again

Me: "Let's start a blog . . . again . . . it will be great to force myself to write again and remember all the lovely times I have being a mom and all that."
Also Me: "Sounds great! Let's get right on that and start with blog design and a funny intro."
Me: "Knocking it out of the ball park, self!"
Me: " ..... soooooooooo ....."
Also Me: "......."
Me: "Well . . . we changed another poopy diaper and there's not enough coffee in the world."
Also Me: "Nope."
Me: "And the fridge is like empty, so I guess I should maybe cook something . . . anything . . . "
Also Me: "Probably."
Me: "... And Netflix just added a new season of Supernatural."
Also Me: "That they did."
Me: "........."
Also Me: "............................."
Me: "This whole blog deal isn't happening, really, is it?"
Also Me: "Nope."
Me: "Crap nuggets."
Also Me: "That they are, self. That they are."

And here we are, over a year later. 

Let me catch you up Sparknotes style:

  • Chris's tinnitus continues to get worse but he is a trooper.  It makes our life and habits a little weird, but we make it work and do our darnedest to stay positive. He's become a bit of a hermit, but he is an AMAZING father and a wonderful husband, and I can't imagine my life with anyone else, ever.
  • I'm not going to be cyborg quite yet. After three chest echos and several specialist visits, it was determined that my heart valve--while definitely damaged and not improving--is not worsening, so surgery can wait until I begin to show symptoms.  The wait can potentially be years, possibly decades. The current plan involves echoes every six months, moderate exercise, and medication. 
  • On November 12, it will be two years since my second and last stroke. Monitoring my blood thickness and meds has been a pain because my body is apparently a beyond Type A Overthinking Perfectionist Hipster ("Oh, that works on everyone else? Well, I'm UNIQUE and forward thinking and every little spinach leaf out of place SCREWS UP MY WHOLE LIFE, you sentience inhabiting me. MY WHOLE LIFE, OKAY?!?!") , but being stroke free is totally worth it. 
  • Chris and I swapped places.  Not the "Freaky Friday" sort of swap (yeah, that's just a little too weird).  The career swap. I bring home the bacon, and Chris fries it up while managing Man Cub. Chris is the best darn house-husband that ever was . . . and he's way better at this stay-at-home parenting gig than I ever was. He's awesome. I now work in corporate communications for a local agriculture company . . . and I mold into the office life with much more ease and vigor than Chris did.  We are actually pretty thrilled with our decision. Ronan is pretty happy, too, because he has always ADORED his Dada, and time with Mama is now very focused and intentional. So far, so good. It's nice to finally feel like we could almost be thriving.
And so here we are. Let's give this another whirl, maybe.
Maybe. If I can keep my brain harnessed and replace my blood with pure espresso.
I'd make you a promise, but you know how these things go . . . 

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Over and out. 
I leave you in complete and total "suspense." 
And by "suspense," I mean an eye roll and moving on with a far more interesting existence.
Over and out.
For real this time. 
I mean it. 

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