THE FUN NEVER STOPS

I’ll be off the air for a little while now.  Maybe a week or so.

I wish I were heading to the beach, or maybe mountains, or even just my back yard, but I have much more exciting plans: 

I’m going to get my sinuses drilled.  

I’ve had trouble for the past 15 years, but recently it’s kicked up a few dozen notches to the point where I am constantly either battling a raging sinus infection, or on strong antibiotics.  A CAT scan confirmed, I am a mess.  “You’re a really fascinating case! Very unusual,” my soon-to-be surgeon explained as she showed me my films.

      Isn’t this picture terrifying?  All those sharp things so close to your brain - yikes. While I’m not looking forward to being knocked out, poked, prodded, hollowed out, and then waking up stuffy and swollen, I AM looking forward to finally having “normal” health after this is all done!  

   I have a theory that this will be a piece of cake for me since I’ve given birth to two children (one without any pain meds) AND been through pretty massive surgery before (spinal fusion with Harrington rods for scoliosis when I was 13 - good times as you can imagine.) I’d like to think I’ll be able to handle this without too much whining.  You’ll have to ask my husband, Ian, if this theory pans out.

      And if you’re curious - nope - I’m not having any cosmetic work done while they’re in there.  As imperfect as my nose may be, I’m not up for any alterations.  I’ve gotten pretty used to this profile over the years, and it is what it is. (Although I keep threatening Todd that I’m going to come back with a Michael Jackson nose)  

     So - the world will continue spinning while I lay low for a while with stacks of DVD’s, bags of frozen peas on my face. My patient husband to keep the house running while I recover.  Our tireless sitter will make sure the kids have lots of really fun stuff to do besides climb on Mom, and I know Todd and the rest of the team will hold down the fort at RTV6 just fine.

   One favor to ask - if any of you have had surgery like this, would you mind just telling me the helpful  and nice stuff?? 

Tell me how much better you felt a month or two afterwards.

Or how the pain and stuffiness wasn’t REALLY as bad as you expected.

Or how good ice cream tasted once you could smell again.

I’d really, really appreciate it.

      I promise to update this blog and let everyone know how it went once I’m coherent again.  

BACK TO IOWA

     Before I check out from blog I have a few photos to share from a trip we took last weekend back to see our friends and Ian’s band in Iowa.

    The flooding followed us there - The Nadas were supposed to play in a beautiful amphitheatre on the river but it was underwater.  They moved it into a club downtown Des Moines, and our kids got to come see sound check.  Calvin was thrilled to get to be in a “bar place,” the usually-forbidden venue he hears about when Daddy has a gig that he’s not allowed to come to. (”But I promise I wouldn’t drink any beer!” he has begged in the past.)

  Here’s Cal staring up at his rock idol, Mike from the Nadas, as he plays the Gold Les Paul electric guitar that Cal coveted so much, Santa finally brought him a small version this past Christmas.

  Clara is so smitten with Mike that she couldn’t look him straight in the eye.  She’d get all woozy and shy with tears in her eyes when he came near, then as soon as he left the room she’d babble non-stop about Mike, Mike, Mike, her favorite friend. (God help us if she’s this boy-crazy at age 15) Here she is dancing in circles to his music.

   We snuck in plenty of quick but fun visits with old friends, but Calvin’s biggest memory from the trip will be learning how to do cannonballs in the hotel pool.  (”Can we come back to the hotel tomorrow? Can we come back Monday?  Can we stay here forever?”) 

     Anyway, I’m glad to have had one last hurrah before being a boring, bedridden mom for a little while.  Thanks for reading, and I’m hoping to see you all on the air very soon!

For  now - nighty night.

Trish