Broken leg, day 59

Yeah, that's right, day 59. Fifty-nine stinking days of having a broken leg, and being pretty much confined to home. The whole experience has taught me some harsh truths, which I'll have to write about one of these days.

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So qbear and I were reading in bed last night, or maybe I was playing Pokemon on the GameBoy, I forget, when a wave of fatigue passed over me, so I leaned over and kissed Jack good night, and said softly, wearily, "I think it's time for me to get some sleep ..."

After a brief pause, Jack says, softly, lovingly ... "You think so, eh? POKE! POKE! POKE!" And he commenced to poking my belly with his finger.

This actually happens a lot more often than you'd think.

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So, twenty minutes passed, and I was lying there, not asleep yet, as Jack read his book with his itty bitty book light. Suddenly I raised my head from my pillow and remarked, "I think Dave (backawayslowly) liked my idea about how C-3PO got Amidala aboard the ship, by kicking her aboard, since he can hardly bend at the waist. 'Hey, these twins, they have droid toe marks all over them!'"

Another brief pause, and Jack remarked, "You're racing at a million miles per hour over there, aren't ya Sparky?"

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Yeah, so I didn't sleep well. Luckily I've taken three short (5-10 minute naps) today, which have restored some balance. This is what I'll miss most when I stop telecommuting and go back to work, the naps.

Cold turkey, again

Jack's home, and has suggested that my crying jag might be due to Vicodin withdrawal. I haven't taken any in 48 hours ... has anyone else who has quit taking Vicodin abruptly had this sort of reaction?

Holiday decisions

OK, so we're sitting in front of the television, halfheartedly watching Roadrunner cartoons, and addressing Christmas/holiday cards. My job is to stuff and seal the envelopes, while Jack's job is to put on a return address sticker and decide on a stamp, from the choices of: Madonna and child, holiday cookies, Christmas ornaments, or Santa Claus. The choice of stamp has to be appropriate -- you wouldn't want to put a Christian-religious stamp on an envelope addressed to someone Jewish or overtly atheist, for example.

So, for half an hour, I hear Jack mutter, "I'll give him a Santa stamp, because he likes the daddies ... I'll give him a Santa, 'cause he likes the daddies ... I'll give him a Santa, 'cause he likes the daddies ... "

Our friends are fairly easy to peg.