Today was by far the most unproductive day yet. I think I’m starting to feel what it’s like to be my brother; sleep late and spend my afternoons playing video games. I’m getting really good at Lego Star Wars though.
My next door neighbor made a really great meal for us the other night. Stuffed pasta shells, garlic bread and some sweet pineapple fluff dessert as a side. She even baked us some chocolate peanut butter bars. I called her today to thank her for everything and to tell her the bars especially were a hit. Nathan and I saved a couple to have the next day, but Nathan woke up to find Molly had pulled them off the counter and eaten them sometime during the night. I told the story to my neighbor and wouldn’t you know she walked over a new batch tonight with the recipe. She’s such a sweetheart. I hope she sticks around for awhile. They were talking about moving within the next couple of years because they’re outgrowing their house. Isn’t that funny? One family I can’t wait to see go and another I want to stay.
My parents came over tonight to help me watch Autumn while Nathan was bowling. Last week for that, thank goodness. I have a feeling I’ll be much better by this time next week though. The only thing I can’t deal with right now is the itching. The bandaged area of my knee itches like crazy and all I want to do is rip the gauze off and go to town.
And the knee. Yikes. I finally got a good look at it the other day at the doctor’s office and let’s just say I now have a good idea why the villagers were so freaked out by Frankenstein’s monster. I really wanted to take a picture of it the morning of the surgery, but I was so nauseated I couldn’t bring myself to pull out my camera. I did ask Nathan to take a picture of it with his camera phone while I was being prepped in the hospital but we just never got around to it then either. The doctor said the knee will start to look much better over time but that it will take several months before people stop trying to run me out of town with their torches and pitchforks.
I’m not a really vain person, but that knee was the flawless one, the one that didn’t have a scar from the time I fell off my bike or from the freak weed whacker accident of 1985. Don’t ask. I was a stupid kid. Let’s just leave it at that.
So now I have several scars that mark my body like a time line; the hot plate burn on my hand from Mother’s Day, 1982, the weed whacker scars, the bicycle fall, the slice to my wrist in an effort to extricate myself from my brother’s toy handcuffs with a paring knife (like I said-stupid kid), the slice to my left middle finger while cutting vegetables in 2004, the C-section scar of 2005 and the baby wipes slice of 2006.
Cripes. I’m only 36. How much more damage can I do?
Don’t answer that.