Will be asleep by midnight. Been a rough day, and after the year we’ve had, I couldn’t care less about “celebrating” for New Years Eve. I understand the symbolism of a fresh start, of new beginnings. But I also realize that when I wake up tomorrow that our daily struggles will still be here. Nothing drastic will change at midnight for us, so why torture myself to stay awake for it?
Been trying to come up with the perfect resolution for this new year, and have so many to choose from. There are many areas of my life I’d like to improve. Will pick one, and set a new years intention in the morning.
Happy New Year to all our friends and family. I know 2012 will be better than 2011. Good night.
We both had a bad day. Everything was just “off,” for both of us. He couldn’t get his pain under control, and his stumps were swollen making it uncomfortable to walk. I had a headache and unusually low energy all day. So we laid low, enjoyed each others company and just honored how our bodies were feeling. I anticipate this might be a foreshadowing of what our New Years Eve will look like. I can’t imagine us “going big!” Those days are long gone.
Nick got a massage chair to help with his pain. I am in heaven! Oh, and so is he. He used it for so long tonight that he’s now sore! Gives him a reason to use it again tomorrow.
MIA is sound asleep, in full sprawl. Love it! Bringing her home was the best idea ever. She brings so much love and laughter to our daily life.
I’m in love with a man who is 4 foot 8 inches tall.
I woke this morning to Nick describing his leg pain in a way he could never find words for before. He likened it to a womans corset. He asked me to visualize a tight leather corset, two sizes too small that was custom fit for my feet, calves and thighs. Next I visualized a hulking, muscular and attractive Roman gladiator pulling it tight with all his strength. That bounded, restricting and tight sensation is what he describes his legs as feeling like all day long. And we’re not really sure why.
Got a visit from our friends Darron and Chelsea, who we haven’t seen since the accident because they live on the east coast. After seven months, it’s funny to “catch up” with someone for the first time. They hadn’t seen his stumps, and we all know how much Fener loves to show off his stumps.
Darron had the brilliant idea of actually measuring Nick to determine his new height. We had been wondering, and guessing, but never actually measured. Well, now we know. Nick used to be 5’11”, but is now a petite 4’8”. If you ask him, he’ll tell you he’s 4’8&1/4”. He needs every little bit he can get. So, I think that technically makes him a midget now. AWESOME!
I just Googled the height requirement to be considered a midget, and discovered it to be 4’10”. Nicks response? “Are you fucking kidding me? There are midgets taller than me now?”
(((Excuse me, it’s dwarfism, I know. And height isn’t the sole determining factor. Just let us have a little fun with this ok.)))