Wednesday, August 27, 2003
One month tomorrow! Smoke free for one month as of tomorrow! GIMME A CIGARETTE, DAMMIT!! Just kidding. It actually hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be.
ET: Lying sack of shit.
OK, I have my moments of weakness, but I haven't given in to the evil weed. Mind over matter, don't ya know?
The Better Half had surgery last week. Seems she had a blockage in the femoral artery in her left leg. So the vascular surgeon went in and put a stent in the artery. Works for me; I'd like her to stick around for a while yet. At least until the kids are grown and out of the house. I'm continually amazed at the advances in medical science. When I was a kid, my grandmother went in to have her gall bladder removed. She was in the hospital for a week, and then was restricted to bed rest for almost a month after that. Nowadays, gall bladder surgery is considered day surgery. To have a stent put in an artery (which in itself is amazing if you think of the technology involved) required a 90 minute procedure and an overnight stay in the hospital, and the overnight stay was just to make sure she didn't throw a clot. Amazing, I tell you.
We're in the process of getting our paperwork in order to adopt another child. This will make adoption number four (seven kids in all). The little girl we are looking to adopt is mentally challenged (the PC way of saying retarded). Actually, her paperwork states that she is microcephalic, which means that her brain has stopped growing. And she's only 14 months old. If my brain had stopped growing when I was 14 months old, I don't really think I'd be typing this stuff out right now. However, these prognoses have been wrong in the past with the children we've taken in, so we'll just wait and see.
If you ever want to see why some children are better off being removed from their "loving" homes, you need to read The Child Called "It" by Dave Pelzer. Warning: don't eat or have food on your stomach while reading this book. It has extremely graphic descriptions of child abuse throughout. And before anyone starts yelling about fictional depictions -- the author of the book is also the subject of the book, so he knows of what he writes about. It almost made me sick in several spots.
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ET: Lying sack of shit.
OK, I have my moments of weakness, but I haven't given in to the evil weed. Mind over matter, don't ya know?
The Better Half had surgery last week. Seems she had a blockage in the femoral artery in her left leg. So the vascular surgeon went in and put a stent in the artery. Works for me; I'd like her to stick around for a while yet. At least until the kids are grown and out of the house. I'm continually amazed at the advances in medical science. When I was a kid, my grandmother went in to have her gall bladder removed. She was in the hospital for a week, and then was restricted to bed rest for almost a month after that. Nowadays, gall bladder surgery is considered day surgery. To have a stent put in an artery (which in itself is amazing if you think of the technology involved) required a 90 minute procedure and an overnight stay in the hospital, and the overnight stay was just to make sure she didn't throw a clot. Amazing, I tell you.
We're in the process of getting our paperwork in order to adopt another child. This will make adoption number four (seven kids in all). The little girl we are looking to adopt is mentally challenged (the PC way of saying retarded). Actually, her paperwork states that she is microcephalic, which means that her brain has stopped growing. And she's only 14 months old. If my brain had stopped growing when I was 14 months old, I don't really think I'd be typing this stuff out right now. However, these prognoses have been wrong in the past with the children we've taken in, so we'll just wait and see.
If you ever want to see why some children are better off being removed from their "loving" homes, you need to read The Child Called "It" by Dave Pelzer. Warning: don't eat or have food on your stomach while reading this book. It has extremely graphic descriptions of child abuse throughout. And before anyone starts yelling about fictional depictions -- the author of the book is also the subject of the book, so he knows of what he writes about. It almost made me sick in several spots.
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