Happy Birthday to Mom, and other stuff

So Mami, happy birthday. I hope Christi took you some tasty food! Yummy!

After spending Turkey Day in pajamas and watching parades and Christmas movies and eating leftovers, we celebrated a post-Thanksgiving thanksgiving meal on Friday when Vicky snuck out between a harried return from New York and an insanely early call for rehearsal and deployment to the land of the enemy in Athens. At least today’s battle was successful. go Jackets!

Christy has recovered very nicely from the surgery. She is still terrified by the thought of sneezing, and now that she looks less swollen we enjoy laughing at her hysterical response to the tickling that is a preface to a sneeze. Ha! I do not envy the follow up next week when they yank the splints out of her nose. At least they don’t do any packing any more. She looks totally normal now that her face isn’t swollen. Oh, and her nose is on straighter. Christaar is a champ!

The boy, on the other hand, is still in a great deal of pain, and then has a good day, only to push himself and fall back again. Percacet and ice packs are his friend. Poor kid. the physical therapy felt good, but the exercises are maybe stressing him a little.

Okay, so that’s it — not quite the Thanksgiving break we were expecting, but everything’s cool.

Christaar has a new nose

I was going to post a picture, but past experiences in humiliation resulted in some teasing, so I’ll save the picture for people who really know her. I don’t mind humiliating Christy in front of family and close friends.

Surgery went relatively well, if longer than expected. It turns out that in addition to straightening out her schnoz, Dr. T removed her adenoids which were the size of walnuts and thus he couldn’t “suck them out of her nose” and had to go in the old way. I didn’t ask what the old way was because he went into detail about other gross and disgusting things and all I heard was “sore throat” and ice cream. She liked the idea of ice cream.

Anyway, she spent the day recovering nicely, parked in front of the TV, terrified of sneezing. Finally, she sneezed, the world didn’t end, but the dog looks at her suspiciously.

In other news, Jonathan started physical therapy and his knee is healing nicely.

It’s Vic!

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