Ha, Frances and Skinny in the same sentence...
I've been slowly getting in some posting time, so I thought I would give a shout-out to all my supporters and prayer warriors who have been so kind in my time of ...well, Francesisms.
"Life is pain .. you just get used to it."
Yes, I've taught this movie motto (Long Kiss Goodnight) to my very young child and my husband thought I was morbid until he fell down a flight of stairs, breaking both knee caps and rupturing all the tendons and ligaments in his legs. Now, dude sees the "wisdom" in experiencing pain and just getting "over" it.
Big, Broken Bear -- Thanks for the wonderful support for Scott. He is still not walking or even standing, but he's working out at least three hours a day and in a month, when he can stand, I'm sure he will be tap dancing in no time. He has transferred to a rehab hospital that is one block from our house ... on the same street. This beats the heck out of 50 miles round-trip in traffic and lights. I'm battling the staffs (new and old) to get him more food and good protein sources. He must lose weight, but he must heal and recover. He's lost more than 20 pounds in two weeks and I'm bringing in food almost daily. His protein offerings are "criminal" at best because most folks in rehab hospitals are 60-80 years old with little demands from muscle. My bear is 39 years old, 6'2" and weighed 380+ at the start of this journey. He's below 360 now and I am cooking tonight. I don't want a weaking returned to me -- DUDE NEEDS TO EAT HIS WHEATIES and some of yours too!
Mama Bear-Crazy Bear -- Who am I and what do I do next? I'm nuts with exhaustion. We have no family in town and a preschooler. After a week of splitting my time between the Papa and Baby Bear, I was so pained and tired, I gained a "bad" reputation with the surviving hospital staff. Weight loss -- hell, mind loss -- I'm just staying sane, folks. I try to get the protein and keep it down. I think I was planning to fix a slipped band before all this started and now, I hoping it fixes itself. I have days that I can eat and days that I can't eat. I don't know how my weight is holding, but I've managed to work some and keep my side-business clients while chasing a preschooler and doing things for my Big Bear that the marriage vows didn't mention. (check the fine print)
Baby Bear -- My baby bear is 4, 45 inches tall and weighs 48 pounds. If you have ever seen a picture of Serena Williams, you have seen my tall baby Amazon. She's a little tired of all the shuffling and she doesn't like fast-food, but likes the cool "toys" that come in a Happy Meal. I will admit that I go through drive-ins just to make her happy and then give her oatmeal, fruit, yogurt and peanut butter when she gets ready to "eat."
I fully believe that I am being trained and conditioned to become a stronger wife, mother and professional. The Lord's ways are not our ways and I simply ask for your prayers that I can accept these challenges and take care of my family.
I like you folks and I'll be around more and more, but you will understand if weight loss or "broke-back" band are not at the top of the priorities list right now. I know when I get Scott walking again, that his new work-out routines and focus on eating healthy will be a boost to both of us. Until then, I will strive to maintain my weight and sanity.
I'm off to shop and cook today.
Onward!
Frances