Happy Monday everyone. I am extra perky today due to Mimi and Bampa in charge of three little boys. Blog-Stedman and I drove out of town
For potluck food, just let me know what you want, I will order room service. Just don’t drink the honor bar water, it is a whopping $4.50. If I see that water charge on my bill, I will hunt you down…
I have been having some tailbone pain for awhile. I have been faithfully going to physical therapy (which has been a real challenge since I am a PT. The logistics of treating your own tailbone pain is a bit insurmountable.)
Since the pain has not been getting better over the last few weeks I had an MRI last Thursday. My personal Radiologist (blog-Stedman, MD) called me as I left saying, “Wow. You have a lot of swelling around your coccyx. It really looks like it hurts.”
Thanks. I guess validation is a good thing. So what do you do for coccyx edema?
DONUT! Not the yummy, warm from the oven Krispy Kreme…the rubber, blow up kind that you sit on. My personal donut is light red in color. Yes, when I sit it appears as if I am sitting on a whoppie cushion. Oh the joys.
As we were leaving this morning to get into the car, Reid (4) says, “mommy don’t forget your toilet”.
I had a dear reader arrive after Googling, “picture of a lady with a cleaver in her hand” this week. I had thought this thought once or twice, but not posted such a thing. Are some of my dear readers psychic?
I am so happy to announce that searches for “crapicity” has overtaken “june cleaver nude” and “june cleaver naked” combined! I am so relieved. This is an obvious result of the higher caliber of reader that the Nirvana now attracts.
Nap Warden graciously installed feedburner last week. I am up to a whopping 4 subscribers! I know! I know! If anyone has a suggestion on how to get that number to reflect ACTUAL subscribers, I would really appreciate it. I feel all lonely…
Which brings me to the Haloscan saga. I will from now on refer to it as Hellscan. I was so sure I wanted it because I would really like to have your (yes, your) email addresses to send responses to comments
Yes, every single comment was hidden. I thought they were all deleted forever and fell into a deep, lonely depression because I need your comments. I love your comments. Please don’t delete my comments Hellscan!
I begged Nap Warden to de-install Hellscan. She was so sweet and again granted my wish. My original comments returned! Cue the angel choir. I regained my happiness. I won’t cheat on you again Blogger (at least not until I fully recover from this episode).
The only problem was I am missing all the comments of the 36 hours I was on Hellscan. That is a small price to pay for the greater comment good. I am temporarily cured from my grass is greener syndrome.
When I downloaded my pictures this week to get ready for Sunday’s photo post, I came across the following pictures that I did not take:
Being a super great detective, I am thinking that a certain 7 y/o named Ryan may have “borrowed” the camera…
Have I mentioned I have a pain in the butt?
Update: We just got the hotel bill and someone drank the $4.50 water…
I had never heard of anyone else using “Mimi”. We don’t use Bamba…I like it though. In our family, it’s Mimi and Papa Birdie….don’t ask! I’m anxious to see if Aila comes up with her own names ๐
I know you know that I love you, but I do. Your blog posts just make my day start better. That’s all.
Well, I did want to comment on your pain in the tooshkus. I am sorry. Perhaps Blogstedman could also do a little creative massage in the area to help circulation. Or maybe they make a massaging donut?
I hurt my tailbone a few years ago and it STILL HURTS sometimes. Stupid tailbone.
i want to leave a “real” comment, but i can’t right now… my one daughter is locked in the bathroom and the other one had too pooh!! sorry for the details, but thought i’d let you know… i also should get my butt off the computer chair today… but i WILL BE BACK… mark my words!!
xoxoxoxoxo’s jenn
Donut and tail bone issues. I know about that by proximity. Our first newborn snapped my wife’s tailbone on exit. Afterwards, she looked a long time at me. I thought it might be love or admiration or … Finally, she said, “You know, I should have paid more attention. You have a really, really big head.” Let me just say that I’m sorry. Sorry you have this pain and sorry to have guzzled all the water with Jennifer H.
I’m with Jennifer, there’s something ironic about your having gone on a inner-tubing vaca while having to use a donut for inflamed tail bone issues. Well planned.
Hope your pain in the butt goes away soon.
Wow, it would be cheaper to drink a gallon of gasoline. Not healthier, but cheaper.
Enjoy your trip.
We just stayed at a hotel in Canada with a $4.50 bottle of water by the coffee pot. I hid it so the kids (and husband) wouldn’t open it. We were afraid to use the coffee too! ๐
I feel your pain, I just moved to WP and am still trying to remember why I did it. I’m just lucky I have a Webmaster for a SIL or my blog would be dead.
So floating on the inner tube felt sort of familiar?
Hope your tailbone heals soon, and have a fun time on your trip.
(Oh, that was me. I drank the water.)