Insomniac Catch Em Up

Okay, okay...so it's been forever and 4 days since I've written anything. Which is somewhat weird because I think about writing every day. I'm way too overanalytical because instead of just brain-barfing what I'm thinking about and what's going on in my life...I sit and think about how I need to perfect what I want to write about. And of course I never write anything. Seriously...I'm one of those nerdy, ridiculous people who will go to CVS and buy a $5 Five-Star 3-subject college-rule notebook with the pockets in the front "just in case" I come up with writing ideas. And let me tell you my lovely friends...I have 923847329847392876101836756 writing ideas. I believe I've written down 2 of them. And I have bought 45 notebooks. You know. "Just in case." If I wrote down everything that my crazy brain came up with, I truly believe that I would either be the most famous and beloved author on the planet. Or, I'd be locked up in the psych ward chewing on straws. Ahhh...the life of an overthinker.

My life has taken on a bit of a weird twist lately. G had to have back surgery 3 weeks ago and has been home ever since. Yep. And before that he couldn't lift, bend, twist, push, pull...basically do anything because he had a ruptured disk. This proved difficult in our household seeing as I have one fake hip, one collapsed hip, 2 bad femurs and a bad knee...and now G can't function either. And we have a house full of animals and his disabled mother to take care of. Usually, G works 65 hours a week.............minimum. Add sleep to that and I barely saw him! Now we've been together 24/7 for over 3 weeks. Honestly...when the doctor informed me that he would be out of work for 4-6 weeks I thought to myself, "This is it. After all we've been through together in the past 8 years...his mom's stroke, my mom's cancer, my bone disease, us living a state apart for a year and a half...and other numerous issues...we've always hung in there. But THIS...this is going to do us in. Spending 4-6 weeks in the house together 24/7 is going to do it. I WILL KILL HIM!"

Amazingly...he is still breathing. No worries...all the animals and his mother are still breathing and functioning normally as well. I think this actually has proven that we can make it! We have spent all this time together...non-stop...and we haven't quite gotten sick of each other. Granted, we still have a week or so to go...so, I may be jumping the gun, but I think we just might survive this. Oh...and G's back is doing great too in case anyone was wondering. Heh. They cut about a 2 inch incision along his spine, went in and cut a very small sliver of his disk off and cut the rupture out. Again, he hasn't been able to bend, twist, push, pull, or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk...but he's doing well. He didn't even take any pain meds (not even a TYLENOL!) after the day of surgery!! Crazy, I tell you. It's kind of weird pouring your man his bowl of cereal every morning though. Talk about pampering. *sigh* It just occurred to me that I should have bought HALF gallons of milk. DANG IT!

Anyway...that's the only exciting thing going on at the moment. We've been completely lazy...I think I've seen every episode of Spongebob there is. (Did I mention that G is a cartoon maniac?) And I'm actually catching up on my magazine reading. Hooray! I should be writing, I know...but of course...I psych myself out and find reasons not to. But hey...here I am at least giving some kind of update, right?? Gotta love that! I hope to be back up to par soon in writing some much more entertaining stuff.

~Love to all~