Sunday, July 31, 2011

Son Roger, leg transplant

This is a short stone because I left it out on purpose.

I have a fear - if you talk about the wrong thing - a burglar or criminal or crook or scum  will read and know when to rob your house.  We have so little to rob - plus we have the dogs here - plus the alarm system on the house - plus my machine gun and rocket launcher mounted on the roof of the garage - automatic with radar.

Anyway, son Roger just had an operation in Arlington about 3-4 weeks ago.  Now I won't get this totally correct and Roger is welcome to add corrections at the bottom of the page - think blogville calls them comments. 

His knee has been bad for some time.   My left knee had the cleanout process back in about 2002 or so -- I was marching in a parade through downtown Manor and stepped into a pot hole - the left knee was never the same.  My stone:  Had it cut into the week of Thanksgiving that year.  By the time I returned to school the following week, I could hobble just fine.  As an fyi, I learned that when you come home from day surgery and are collasped on your recliner trying to return to the world of real people -- never drink a coke and eat a banana at the same time.  I became a fountain of banana Coke - good thing someone found a bucket fast.

Back to Roger.   They cut open his knee and downward.  The replace the entire top part of his bottom leg - not the femur but the tibula - man my 10th grade biology is failin me now.  What do I care, stupid coach teacher,  really knew little about biology - but that is a different stone.

Roger had a bone transplant.  No, i don't know where they got the bone.  It was the cartlidge, cartlege, cartelegesthing -- that plastic stuff between your knee and the leg bone.  They sliced off part of his bone and slipped the new one over it with good plastic stuff - not really plastic, I just cannot spell Kartelegedges.  I choose to not look it up.  Being smart about this is not my priority right now.

So his leg is healing - 6-% weight on it now.   Isn't it amazing they can replace part of a leg bone.  Amazing.

that's enough.  It is this operation and subsequent resting of the Roger that encouraged us to take the granddaughters for 2 weeks of GrammyCamp 2011.  that's it.  g'night.

Grammy Camp 2011, Day 1

In our world, we have Grammy Camp.   Three granddaughters come to visit for a week.  It is Grammy Camp.   This year, the traditional week has morphed into nearly 2 weeks.  I suppose this works out for all.

We drove to Cisco, TX to meet Roger & Penney driving in from Lubbock.  Somehow we had to drive 20 minutes longer than Roger did, but he did treat me for a feast at the Cisco Dairy Queen.  

The trip home - with 3 in the back seat - was relative uneventful.  Sure we had a couple of "Stop that"  and  "Quick Singing" - you get the idea -- "she's touching me"  Surely you remember your own youth or kids.  I think back to my youth - I was the youngest for years and the smallest - I touched nobody.  My two older brothers could make me hurt.  but I degress.

The trip home worked out fine.  We arrive here, unloaded the trunk, let the dogs out of the Pit, ate burgers, did one craft activity, walked out on the dock (we seem to have about 4 ft of water still - the lake is sinking fast) --   baths, bed, and hopefully silence for a while.

Tomorrow day 2 of Grammy Camp.  I will try to give a report as time goes by.

oh yeah, never heard of this,  our craft - G'girl oldest, 11, Megan, told us about how to tie unfilled small balloons to the crossbars of flipflops.  You just tie a little knot till the whole strap is covered in multi-colored balloons (un-aired).  Sorta cute and they love em.   So we bought 2 packages of balloons and new $2 flip flops at Walmart.   Tomorrow we buy another 4 packages of balloons = 2 will never be enough if you buy only 2 to start with.....  That    IS  a law of nature.


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

internet wisdom jewel

Bailey sent me this jewel:


"The trouble with the internet is you can't always be sure of quote accuracy"- George Washington