Hell in a Handbasket

Saturday, May 17, 2008

It's so freakin' hot all of a sudden that I feel like I've gone to hell in a handbasket... ok, sans basket. It was inevitable (heaven for the climate, hell for the company and all that). Thank goodness for A/C and walk-behind, front wheel drive lawn mowers.

Michael's reached another stage of his recovery. It's called annoyance. Three and a half weeks after his accident, he's finally adjusting to the reality that it's going to be a while before he's all better. But this adjustment is not coming without some serious annoyance and frustration. He says he's tired of being broken. Just yesterday he requested traction and a medically-induced coma. Well, I think I can safely say that I'm tired of him being broken. I have twice as much to do around the house and now it's hot outside. Blah.

He's also become an expert at stating the obvious. Since he can't actually do much for himself, he's taken to supervising me and narrating my movements. It's like I'm Will Ferrell in "Stranger Than Fiction." Speaking of annoying! Sigh!

We go back to the orthopedist on Monday morning for follow-up x-rays. I am hoping we find out how much longer it will be before he gets on crutches. Then maybe he can get back to narrating his own movements. And maybe I'll stop taking all the vehicle keys with me everywhere I go.