Oh, so it’s going to be like that, is it.

8 thoughts on “Oh, so it’s going to be like that, is it.”

  1. Sounds like my Christmas last year (the not-being-able-to-eat thing) – I had a mouthful or two of dinner, barely choked it down.

  2. I think you might have the terminology off — a compound fracture means it broke the skin (generally referred to as an open fracture now, the old terms of “compound” & “simple” don’t get used much anymore) and I’m pretty sure you’d notice bone coming out. πŸ˜€ The most likely would be a closed fracture (the new wording for “simple” fracture.)

    But Ouch, regardless of what it’s called!
    .-= donna´s last blog ..Bullet Points =-.

    peechie Reply:

    Entirely likely. I’m just repeating what Neil told me the Doctor told him. No bones protruding from the face, but something is definitely amiss.

  3. Hopefully the year will only get better? That’s how I’ve been trying to frame things lately, anyway πŸ™‚ *hug*

  4. I had strep throat one Christmas. I could only have yoghurt and ice cream for Xmas dinner: not fun when you’re older than 6. Sorry to hear about your illness, mine luckily waited until after New Years to show up.

    I’m glad Neil’s facial injury isn’t as bad as you thought: having suffered a facial infection for months, I know what the pain can be like. Here’s hoping the swelling and pain calms down soon, as does the big puppy’s.

  5. Isn’t it amazing how well we’re able to focus on the present when the present isn’t going very well, but when everything is just dandy, we’re all wrapped up in the future or hashing out the past? I’ve noticed this a lot lately with having a baby around. When she’s having a temper tantrum (aka insane screaming attack) and won’t go to sleep, all I can think about is how hard my life is at the moment. Then, when she’s all smiley and cooing away, I think about how shitty it’s going to be in a few hours when she’s fussy again, or about how I’m behind in my work or something instead of enjoying that things are really great at that very moment. This is my long-winded way of saying that ‘this too shall pass’ and life will be fine again soon, and when it is, hopefully you’ll be able to appreciate it because you’ll know how rough things have been before.
    Poor puppy though πŸ™ Darwin had a horrible infection on his nose a few months ago. At the time, we thought it was a spider bite, but now we think it was a reaction to something that they put on the lawns at SFU because we’ve seen glimpses of it again. Regardless, he was blistered and pussy and bleeding everywhere and had to wear the cone of shame for a week. It’s not a happy existence.
    Have a wonderful time in Thailand. We were there 2 years ago and despite Michael getting horribly, scarily sick at the end, it was one of the happiest times of my life πŸ™‚

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