Saturday, September 6, 2008

Punkie ...

That's what I call Ron sometimes ... when he's being a punk, a little shit, a naughty boy. His mother, Mimi, gave him that nickname and used it as short for Pumpkin. The fact of the matter is that I have a husband on my hands that doesn't want to do much of what he's supposed to do, and is attempting to do exactly as he wants to do. Like getting up from his black leather hot shot recliner and walking across the room, without steadying himself a bit. Because that's the way he did it before the accident.

When we first arrived home he was much weaker on his feet than he is today. I am seeing so much improvement that I feel he will recover quickly. But quickly in my mind and quickly in his mind are two totally different things. He has it in his head that he will be himself in 6 - 8 weeks from the accident. That will be in 2 - 4 weeks. My sensible self says 6 - 8 months. So we aren't dueling about it ... I'm patiently taking one minute, one hour, one day at a time. And he's making that very difficult.

Right now I am trying to time it so that I can get groceries and pet food before noon. He's just had his pain medication and is sound asleep ... but I can't leave. Because if he wakes up in one of his "things are just like they were before" moods he will be up and out of that recliner in a flash. And we can't afford another fall ... if you get my drift. So I'm going to track down a Punk Sitter and run my errands.

Send me patience. I need a double dose today ... but there is still a lot of love coming at you from the Prairie ...


  1. Men are so stubborn. He certainly needs to be watched....he will hurt himself again.
    yes, a punk sitter is needed.
    Good luck.
    Glad to hear he is back to his old punk self again.
    I will be deleteing my blog soon. Starting a new one next week with no mention of the first.
    A clean slate.
    take care,

  2. Yes, prayers for patience, wisdom, humor and joy are coming your way. You have each other, which is a great source of joy in itself. It's good to know that you are home, together, even if he is being a little "Punkie." Possibly the nature of the injury itself has something to do with that? With your great sense of humor, you will weather this, too, until it passes. God bless you!

  3. Men. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...

    But this "fighting (pain in the arse) spirit" is good news though, Laurie... I know you know that.

    Yes, it's causing you indigestion at the moment, but THIS is exactly what is going to get him over those last few speed bumps of recovery.

    Hang in there girl.... you are ALMOST to the finish line of this marathon!

  4. Laurie, does he read you blog? Maybe he needs to. Why don't 'they' think of others instead of being the caveman they think they are? Tell him to be good and follow directions or Chet is going to come to SD and whip his butt.

  5. Why is it all men are the same? Sounds like Jeremy has taken a few pages from the same book in the past. Maybe we should title it, "A Man's Guide to 'Idiot's Guide.'"

    After a concussion I saw Jeremy change into someone else, right in front of me. He was mean and confused and stubborn! But man, he could draw better than he ever has before. :)

    I know Ron has a far different story, but hang in there. The man you know and love will return soon. And you can feel free to ask him for all the bubble baths you need!

    Love you