One of the unexpected benefits of having this blog for coming up on eleven years (geez) is that we have a record of things. Many arguments have been won or lost because we were able to verify our memories from these pages. So, given that Ernie is looking at shoulder surgery in March.... Oh, yeah, Ernie is looking at shoulder surgery in March. Remember the MRI the PA didn't want us to have...you know when he told me he didn't like pushy patients (meaning me)? Well, it turns out Ernie did indeed have a torn rotator cuff, and given that it's hurting him a hell of a lot, will need surgery. I was trying to remember how long he couldn't drive, was in pain when he had this last time, so I went back to my blog and man, I kinda wish I hadn't. He wasn't able to drive until close to four weeks and he was still on pain pills three weeks out. I was remembering in much rosier terms. Ugh. Damn. I know we're lucky though, as this is something that CAN be fixed so I will try to keep that in mind. It's not fucking cancer.
A few new grocery list notes, and they're all from Owen:
As I gushed about something he did, "You guys are impressed by the smallest things."
Then we've got his comment when he hugged me the other day. He sniffed my hair and said, "You smell like colored pencils." "Huh," was I came up with as a response. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? He couldn't say.
"Supremely lackluster inauguration" Not a bad description by my boy.
While eating our Superdawgs I said, "You can't put ketchup on a Chicago dog." And in a perfectly timed response he said, "And you can't put your arms around a memory."
Yup. I like that boy.