September 9, 2011

Monster heggache

That's what Roz calls headaches. I've had a migraine off and on for two weeks now, and I'm ready to just stick a white flag in my head and call it a war. The migraines have been letting up a little the past couple of years, and this has just tossed me right on my arse.

Ari had a couple of wisdom teeth out this morning; after what Christopher when through last year (he looked like he'd gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson), I as prepping for the worst. Christer was percoceted out of his head for several days, swollen and bruised and in agony. Ari came home, spit some blood out, popped an ibuprofen and asked what was for lunch. He announced that it only hurts when he smiles. And then had a fit of laughter. Poor little bastard.

Or not really so little. He has his G1 - finally - and yesterday I asked if he wanted to drive home from the book store. He looked at me horrified, and said "No! There's cars out there!". Last week, he was bombing around a racetrack. I'm wondering if I've done this the wrong way....

If you have cats, you know how sometimes in the night, you hear them tossing up a hairball, and you tell yourself to remember that, so when you get up you don't step in it? And how two cats can often mean two hairballs? And you know how sometimes with migraine drugs you forget things after sleeping all weird? Yeah.

I bought a roast thing, and I have it in the fridge. The problem is that it's kinda chewy - eye of the round is like that. The boys like it, because apparently they have not a little of their grandfather in them, and think food that's good for your teeth is acceptable. My Dad used to hand us the stale heels of rye bread and tell us it was good for our teeth. I'm certain I was thisclose to spitting out one of those teeth it was so good for. Anyway. Ari can't chew, so I have no clue what to make for dinner.

The upside? Maggie will have less to mooch. And therefore less to barf up tonight. Sometime. Somewhere.



Blogger DJW said...

...hes actually safer on the track.


if we still play the verification word game, mine is 'mentab'
...midol for males?

September 09, 2011 11:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My son couldn't chew for a few days after almost biting his tongue in half from a really bad hit in football. He lived on iced caps and mashed potatoes for a couple of days and survived just fine. You'll be amazed and how he will figure out ways to get food into himself. You can put just about anything in a smoothie with a strong enough blender!

September 10, 2011 12:27 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Hair balls? Use a depilatory. Seriously, back in the day in the UK, when I was still in high school, I worked in the pre-dawn hours delivering milk (remember that?). We also had two dogs, one a yellow Lab called Sam who, by day would ingest anything and everything he could find as he roamed the streets (remember when we would 'allow' our dogs to do that?). I would stumble down the stairs at 4am to make my way to the designated pick up point often not knowing what 'delights' Sam may have left by the front door. Imagine skating on rivers of barf and liquid shit before the sun thought about rising. Many's the time I slid/skidded on the sea of effluence and hit the front door - quickly inviting the onset of a migraine. So I'll see your hair balls and raise you... Sorry, must run; The Dude just barfed up what might be a vole...

September 10, 2011 8:03 AM  

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