49 posts tagged “life”

Cemetery

Even though it rained and even though it was Friday the 13th, today was a very good day.

The wife and I really were looking forward to having Sean Aaron in our lives. We were having fun with the pregnancy. The plans, the expectations and the hopes crashed on Tuesday morning and all of you whom left comments... your words made it to us and we were comforted by them.

What do you do though? At 16 weeks.. we did not want his body simply discarded and burned as medical waste. The wife is Catholic and I am not, I had no ideas. The wife called her church and it turns out that the Catholics have a place to bury the unborn. In their Garden of Angels we laid our son today.

I would have been happy simply to have had him cremated and give us the ashes, but they handled it... they buried him in a casket and we had a graveside service with the Deacon of her church.

Memorial

They went out of their way for us and it never costed us a single dime.

The wife and I... we have a sense of closure now and the rains and clouds that covered us on the way there and during the service were literally gone by the time we left. There was sunshine.

It is still painful, the "what ifs", the hopes, the dreams, the plans we had. We will make it... we always do. One foot in front of the other.

The Wife's church really understands the Irish pride I have. When they baptized our children they would always toss in those old Irish prayers I love so much.

Today was no different as her Deacon ended with the old Irish blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Burial

My recovery has been very slow going... and quite painful. None of the pain is related to the meniscus tear however, it has all been related to the instruments that were in my leg.

Our lives since yesterday however took a horrific and horrible turn of events however...

It was supposed to be the last day of my recovery, however in the morning my wife went to the restroom and miscarried our baby at 16 weeks. She began screaming and crying in the bathroom when it began.

The bathroom... there was blood everywhere.

I rushed her to the hospital and they started giving her fluids and again... there was blood everywhere.

Her heart rate was way high and I sat next to her and held her hand and just talked to her.

The doctor came in... and in our entire history of doctors, we had one of the most kind and very compassionate ones I have ever seen, someone who handled our nightmare with a gentle voice and with compassion. However, the nurse was one of those people who should seriously think before she opens her mouth.

I got the wife to calm down and we began to talk... we began to wonder what happened.

The last several days she made mention of the fact that the baby did not kick or move.

I did not think anything of it then, but her words are re-playing in my head now.

I then made her smile and laugh a little. Some tension was broken. There were still plenty of tears to come, but for now her heart rate was normal... her blood pressure was normalizing.

Then the time came and they let us go home and while the body of this baby boy was at the hospital, there was the entire bathroom I had to contend with. It looked like a slasher flick was being filmed in my bathroom. There was blood all over the place, from the bathtub, sink, toilet, floor, walls.... it was literally everywhere.

I had cried enough at this point... and this was my wife, so my normally weak stomach was as solid as steel.

With my very painful knee screaming at me... I got down on my hands and knees and began the long laborious process of cleaning up the bathroom.

I almost filled an entire 13 gallon trash bag with old clothes, towels, paper towels... all soaked with blood.

Once I was done, I had to get her comfortable and then I had to go out... back to the hospital... just to get all of the stitches out of my knee.

I later went out and bought alcohol... and a new video game to keep the kids occupied. They have been wanting that Lego Indiana Jones game... and it is easy enough for the 4 year old to play.

Now, while I was writing this... there was yet...ANOTHER turn of events. The wife, while given a clean bill of health is still weak from blood loss. She got up out of the living room chair too fast to get pain medication and come lie down in here. She walked over to me as I was sitting here and then passed right the hell out... she just dropped... and I literally thought she had just died. Her eyes were starring up at the ceiling and there was this strange noise coming from the back of her throat and then... she was really still and silent. I quickly felt for a pulse and kept calling out her name and then suddenly she was back and awake. She thought she was having a nap.

My heart is just now calming down... she is awake and fine. She just got up too fast... I am pumping her with liquids and keeping an eye on her. I was going to take her to the hospital, but she is serious in that she just got up too fast and she feels great right now.

The hospital said her blood count was fine, she has had one more occasion of blood loss... no where near what she had yesterday. Her body is just getting back to normal is all that it is...

I just told her that she needs to stay the hell in bed unless she has to get up to use the restroom.

So we are now in the present... right here.

So I am going to leave a song for the wife here... I have a playlist called "Songs that Make Life Worth Living". Made up of what I consider the best songs ever written...

04 Three Little Birds

Bob Marley & The Wailers

Brakes

Last week my brakes started grinding.

I went to a friend of mine with the know how and the tools and I asked him if he could teach me to change them myself.

He was a bit reluctant and I later found out why, normally when people approach him and they ask him to change them... he ends up doing all of the work.

So I picked up the pads and rotors and I went over there to hang with him and his brother... and I immediately set to work replacing everything and they only intervened to show me a better way of doing something or to inspect the work I was doing.

After about an hour and a half I had everything changed out and I moved on to spark plugs and wires.

They both told me that they were genuinely surprised, they said out of everyone ever asking for help... I am the only one that ever did the work themselves.

Finally once all of the work was done, we took it for a spin. I did an awesome job, the brakes worked fantastic and the power lagging in my van was gone. I have power again... and I did it myself.

I feel pretty good.

On top of this... My wife and I paid off another one of our minor debts... leaving 1 left.

Almost debt free.

Wapner

I meant to spend some quality time this weekend in generating a bunch of posts and I intended to do this on Sunday, however some monster reared up it's ugly head and somehow managed to lodge itself into my gastrointestinal tract and begin to howl like some unknown demon god.

I have not been a pretty sight since then, I spent the last twenty-five and a half hours sleeping on an off and making emergency trips to the bathroom.

I keep hearing there is cake and when I get to the bathroom my body tells me that the cake is a lie.

On top of this pain, I still have the pain in my knee cap, which I am going back to the doctor regarding... oh and I have a new injury.

While taking the lawn mower out of the shed, I fell back and landed my gluteus maximus on the gear shit and about impaled my ass. While it did not break skin of course, I do have a massive bruise and what feels like a hole under the skin. Did I herniate my ass? Oh and this is on the right hand side. So I now have a leg injury on the left side and my ass hurting on the right... I walk like an idiot savant on a sugar induced high awaiting for Judge Wapner to come on.

I was pretty angry yesterday, annoyed with constant injuries to myself and now illness.

I have my Denver trip next week, I was hoping to be relatively injury free at this point, however I think sometime in the next week I am going to lose my left finger and belly button. They are just going to up and vanish.

I better go now, I think Wapner is about to come on...

Game1

I forgot to mention exactly HOW I sprained my leg.

I really should take this story to my grave, because in the grand scheme which is my life, this is a story that should never be told.

Is it THAT exciting? Is it something REALLY bad? Did I do something stupid cool?

Well stupid is right, only I... Only me, MainMor could injure himself in such a lame stupid way.

I had a bizarre board game accident.

Yes... board game as in role some dice and move the pieces on the board. The kind of game that could only get less stressed on the body if it was played by two sloths.

Smiling Sloth

However... in the course of playing this game I sprained my leg.

We were playing Heroscape and I tried to demonstrate what my ninjas were going to do to my son's elven legion and I thought, no I knew I could do what I did... cause well I saw it in a Cartoon at one time and yes it was a cartoon involving a roadrunner, a coyote and a box of ACME products... wow, you must be psychic.

I executed the spinning kick and it was beautiful in a mentally challenged ballerina hopped up on cheesing kind of a way. Pieces rained down for about 5 minutes and suddenly there was crying... from me. My son, bless him, laughed his ass off.

MainMor was on his back clutching at his leg.

So, now that you know my lameness is now complete, I need help coming up with a better story.

When people ask me what I did, what should I tell them?

A lot has been going on in my life these days. Really... it has been non stop for about 2 weeks now.

Let's sum up MainMor's life with these bullet points.

• MainMor Sprained His Leg
• MainMor and Mrs MainMor are having a baby.... again... It's a BLESSING
• MainMor is going to Denver in a couple of weeks.
• MainMor has done more physical work before noon today then most people have done or will do all weekend. Including changing the oil in the van, grocery shopping and moving a tree... a full grown tree.
• MainMor decided to rip the carpet out of his closet... last night... on a whim.
  

Ok, so that is about it...

I guess I could come up with more... but...nah...

So... what is up with you?

Ok, lots of various posts this morning.

Might as well get started... had a busy week...

I have discovered something that could turn the tide in any war.

Sun Tzu once wrote "Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys.
Look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death!"

So what better way to regard them as your children and at the same time send them into a berserker rage than to take them to Maggie Moo's Ice Cream Treatery?

Just make sure to keep the cotton candy ice cream and gummy bears monstrosity in a vanilla dipped and sprinkled waffle cone coming non stop and your army will begin to foam at the mouth and engage in a rage of divine proportions that would make Patton flee in stark raving terror. Your enemies would see the ice cream covered warriors charging down the hills with their blue stained tongues, hands and mouths and they would run over their own mothers to leave the battlefield.

Maggie moos

They will crush the enemy and see them driven before them while they hear the lamentation of the women.

I saw first hand what such a horde can do, I took my own kids there yesterday. The sugar high kicked in within three minutes of the first bite.

My six year old began to shake and his teeth chattered at such a speed that there was a local earthquake picked up by the Tennessee Department of Geological Sciences that measured 4.2 on the Richter magnitude scale.

My two year old ran back and forth non stop while carrying wadded up napkins covered in ice cream, he moved so fast that it would have made Psychopompus himself proud.

My eleven year old sat motionless and calm however he hovered over his ice cream as if he were in Riker's, and the fire in his eyes... if someone reached in to take his ice cream, they would have pulled back a bloodied stump.

Oh the horror, the pure unadulterated horror.

It was enough to drive any H.P. Lovecraft protagonist insane from the first paragraph.

It is vital that the supply comes in fast and continuous, if you go too long in recharging their batteries there is this unfortunate result in what has been coined "The Crash". Once "The Crash" begins to settle in, there is no stop... they will just fall like a wet washrag anywhere... for instance, a chair, the floor, with their crayons clenched in fists and their noses in a coloring book or even in a sitting position held aloft by some unholy means while the Legend of Zelda plays on their Nintendo DS.

There is also the unfortunate side affect of addiction, when they come to from their crash they will ask non stop and sometimes in unison; "Are we going back there today?" or "When can I have some more?".

Be wary, your soldiers may turn on you.

Ok, I talked to some friends of mine and they gave me a good argument as to why I should not simply vanish into the nether of the intertron.

I agreed with them.

I did delete basically every single profile to every other site and even vandalized my own MySpace profile.

However, I will not decimate my Vox account.
Like I said, my friends are closer to me than my own family (Outside of wife and kids of course) and so for them I will stay in this one area.

This one tiny slice of my life will remain.

So yeah, my emo moment is done for now.

So, saying that, I did find a very funny video today that I want to share with you. So perhaps, your friendship added in with this video and some Maggie Moos... and I am feeling pretty happy.

I found this by checking out Judd Apatow's Favorite Funny or Die videos

And now... Another True Life IM Conversation...

Co-worker [9:41 AM]: ever listen to Harvey Danger?

Me [9:56 AM]: No I have not

Co-worker [9:56 AM]: get over here then

Me [9:56 AM]: I will after lunch... I am listening to this group Co-worker 2 hooked me up
with... Earth

Co-worker [9:57 AM]: When did he ditch Wind and fire and go on a solo career?

Me [9:58 AM]: Well it all happened back in 92 when Earth caught Wind and Fire doing LSD before a show with some groupies. It was all down hill from there.

Co-worker [9:58 AM]: now that's a damn shame

Me [9:59 AM]: Yeah, Earth lost all rights to the music and the band name because of a shady South Detroit Lawyer, so he had no other choice but to go solo. He can use his stage name, but cannot perform any of the old tunes.

Co-worker [10:02 AM]: Well I know Earth rocks but i don't know if he would be as passionate without Fire. Wind pretty much blew so that is no loss.

Me [10:03 AM]: I heard he might hook up with Water... but he is very finicky... can't
decide to stay or go out, he's a bit wishy-washy.

Omens And Portents I_ The Driver

Earth