A bit of an update, since it’s been so quiet around here!
I’ve been back at work, walking around in my special surgical boot, since last Thursday. I come home exhausted just by walking to the bathroom and the copier once or twice a day. It didn’t help that I had an event on Thursday evening which meant more walking than I anticipated. The people at work have been awesome and helping me out a bunch, which is really nice of them.
Today? I rocked the skirt. I had to. It was the first day of spring and I couldn’t stand the idea of wearing pants for another day! Here’s the proof that I’m sexy and I know it! Look at that boot.
So at the end of the day, I come home and change into my PJs, snuggle up on my bed and continue with new obsession – 24. HOW did I not watch this show when it was on TV? I’m loving Netflix because I go through the shows so quickly and when you get really into the show, you just.can't.stop. SO GOOD.
On a not-so-positive note, we’ve been dealing with other family issues since the weekend. My younger brother, posing here with his dude Seneca when we were in Spain last year, was in a serious car accident on Saturday night. Seriously, these bad news phone calls MUST STOP.
After a seizure on Sunday morning and then surgery to relieve the swelling in his brain, he started to get better and quick. The nurses were also surprised at how quickly he was getting better, but then again, he’s 23 and in relatively good health! And that’s a relief. He’s been annoying the nurses in the ICU since he got out of surgery (hehe, just kidding!) and was given a regular room earlier today in the neuro wing. He has only a few IVs rather than the 6-7 plus a breathing and feeding tube he had while in the ICU and in the critical state. He’s awake for more minutes out of the hour now and eating and drinking on his own, and all those things that you take for granted when you’re not incredibly sick.
We knew he was going to be ok when he started making jokes about Immanuel Kant. Um, yeah, that’s my brother, the liberal arts major.
Seriously, though, the past three years coming up in August have been a trying time for my family. An aunt’s stroke and subsequent disability, my dad’s death, my grandmother’s illness and then death, two great aunts (one from each side of the family) dying within two weeks of each other and now my brother dealing with his injuries.
Me and my little bro, ya know, on camels in Morocco
Every time the year turns into a new calendar, we say that THIS is the year that things get better. 2012 doesn’t seem to be helping us out with that.
Wanna know the good news? My brother is still here with us. It could have been so, so, so much worse. We know that God is good and now we are just thanking the Lord that His plan kept my brother with us after the accident.
My dad, his guardian angel, must have been working overtime that night.