I have two “pee your pants funny” things to share. I have a odd, warped sense of humor sometimes. Once in a great while something will really tickle my funny bone, I start to laugh..and once I start I have a hard time stopping. It is like a strange song, with high notes and long silences..only to start all over again reaching crescendo after crescendo. I laugh till I cry or pee my pants or both. Sometimes I laugh until my belly is sore and I am gasping for breath. Far Guy will often say “Sweetheart..are you gonna be ok?” Killed by laughter, now that is an interesting thought.
Have you seen the commercial where “Gary” and two M & M’s are being held hostage? If the demands are not met..he is going to “eat” one of the hostages..and one M &M says to the other “He’s going to eat Gary” ..The first time I saw that commercial I nearly died laughing..Far Guy couldn’t figure out what I thought was so funny.
It took a really long time for the numbness to go out of Far Guys arm and hand after the surgery. He could not control his arm..it was like a dead piece of wood. He kept banging it on things..a door in the hospital, he clunked it good there, he couldn’t feel a thing so of course it didn’t hurt. His bandage is also a splint..and yes it looks like a club and it will remain that way for six weeks as far as I know. One tiny finger repair needs a huge bandage…hard to understand..all that for a finger? Tendons heal slow and the next six weeks will be crucial in the repair.
After we got home..he tried laying down on the couch to see if he could use the back of the couch to elevate his arm. He propped up his arm..and just like that it came back and hit him in the nose. He lacerated his nose..I told him “Way to go! Now your nose needs stitches.” Then I began to laugh..and had to run to the bathroom..all the while he is moaning and groaning on the couch..mumbling that his club attacked him just like that out of nowhere..it was trying to kill him all the while his wife abandoned him. I had to stay in the bathroom a really long time..laughing. It was a long day..my laughter was bordering on tears..his nose is fine..I cleaned it up, it was just bleeding like a serious wound when in fact it was just a small cut that will heal up just fine ..and his eyes are not turning black and blue. Thank goodness..but I bet the next time a Nurse asks him if he feels safe in his home she will hear the whole story of the attack of the dead arm.
Now for the snow stick report:
Nezzy’s guess was March 18, I took this late in the afternoon of the 17th..It isn’t looking like it will all melt away in the next 24 hours. Sorry Nezzy:)