It is funny how it can stop you in your tracks. You are going about your day, doing your thing and all of a sudden a song comes on the radio and it takes you back.
Now it can be a good memory or a bad one. And the funny thing is you can hear that song 100 times before that day and it does not trigger the memory and then, BAM! You are blindsided by a song. Now, I know smells can do the same thing. The smell of popped corn, a roast in the oven, heck even certain cleaning agents will trigger memories for me. But music seems to bring back the strongest memories for me.
Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle brings back memories of my mom holding me and swaying to the music and singing softly.
Guns and Roses Sweet Child of Mine triggers memories of playing pool in a hole in the whole bar somewhere is North west Illinois with Bobby. Which brings back other memories of Bobby...not any of which are good. But the one was. It was a happy time and I thought it was "real". Boy was I wrong.
Just about anything from the Cars brings back memories of lying in the back of my truck in the early spring when the weather is starting to get warm but the air is still crisp at night and the bugs are few. Looking up at the stars and wondering where I was going in life. Yeah, not so sure where I was going but at that time I knew it was better than where I had been. And I was right.
Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper still makes me laugh. Sandy, Holly and I went out for a girls night out and wound up at a bar on rte 72. I think we were the only women in there. Here we were, the 3 of us, On married lady, one just divorced and one slightly pregnant and showing...but we got all of the attention. It was a total moral boost for all of us. They played whatever we wanted on the juke box, They made sure we had drinks all the time...no mind you not one of us was drinking anything harder than colas that night. We were the queens that night and we milked it for all it was worth. And now every time I hear the song I have to laugh to myself. And I still like having that song as a ring tone for my girlfriends.
The mind is a funny thing. Coming up with the most obscure things...distant memories pop into the mind when you least expect them to while listening to the radio. It is amazing how that happens. Music is a powerful tool and it proves it in the most unexpected moments.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Broken Bones
When you have kids every day is a crap shoot. They go out, they play, they play sports, the do stupid stunts...
It is no different when you have a 15 year old son who is supposed to know better and be somewhat responsible. You see he has an ATV. A 400 cc monstrosity that my husband decided to buy him if he pulled his grades up one quarter...not keep them up for a year or make A's or B's for the year...but if he pulls it up to at least C's. No I am not bitter...just little irked that he did not think this deal through.
Well my 15 year old is a speed demon. Not much different from his father or his grandmother. The all seem to have a lead foot. Do a little faster than the speed limit. Or as my husband says "I just drive where it is comfortable." And time after time I have told him he needed to slow down. To stop driving like an idiot. Do you think he ever listened?
Yesterday I received a call. "Mom don't be mad at me." Right then and there my heart sank because I knew something was wrong. A bad way to start a conversation. He had an accident. It turns out he was driving down the road and was rounding a corner. He did not see the other car coming the other direction. You see my son was in the middle of the road and not in his lane. He might have been driving fast but he swears he was not. Any how, he swerved to miss the car over corrected and crashed. The ATV landed on top of him.
He gets home barely able to move. Looks like death warmed over. I took one look at him and decided to take him to the hospital. We get there and they do the normal...are you allergic to any medication, have you had any surgeries....The do the battery of movement tests and xrays. We get put back in the exam room about 2 hours later (one good thing about living in a small town...short waits in the emergency room. If we were still in Chicago we would still be waiting.) and the xray tech comes in and hands me a CD of his xrays. I look at this an know right away that this is not good. The Doc comes in and he says..."You have a broken clavicle and a possible broken growth plate in your wrist. It is more than likely broke the way it is lifted up in your xray." He slaps on a brace on his wrist and a sling on his arm to keep it a 90 degree angle and immobile. And he wants to see him back next week to see how he is doing, to make sure that the swelling comes down and see if they will need to put a hard cast on him.
On the way home he thanks me for making him wear a helmet. He thinks that if he did not have one on he would have been hurt worse. I did not tell him I told you so. I told him I am glad he understands why I wanted him to wear one and that I am not just being a crazy mom. OK sometimes I feel like I am. I worry. About him getting hurt. But he is a kid and he will get hurt.
Cam wakes up in extreme pain. Barely can shower. Can not even put on his socks or button his pants. I spread cream cheese on his bagel, pour his milk. I do however make him go to school. Yeah I am a mean mom, but he did do this to himself. And he was capable of walking. But I do feel bad for him. He is in pain. I know that. I feel terrible for him. When he came home he was in even moire pain. I gave him a pain pill and a glass of Chocolate milk. Made him a pizza for dinner and then sent him off to bed. I will always take care of him whenever he needs me. He is my son and I love him. But there are limits.
I know he is going to have a restless sleep even with the pain meds. He can not get comfortable. He leans back his shoulder hurts. He sits up his shoulder hurts. And he has a tendency to sleep on his side and his left shoulder is fractured and his right wrist is broke....it makes it really difficult to sleep.
But broken bones heal. And he will get better ever day. He might not think so but he will.
It is no different when you have a 15 year old son who is supposed to know better and be somewhat responsible. You see he has an ATV. A 400 cc monstrosity that my husband decided to buy him if he pulled his grades up one quarter...not keep them up for a year or make A's or B's for the year...but if he pulls it up to at least C's. No I am not bitter...just little irked that he did not think this deal through.
Well my 15 year old is a speed demon. Not much different from his father or his grandmother. The all seem to have a lead foot. Do a little faster than the speed limit. Or as my husband says "I just drive where it is comfortable." And time after time I have told him he needed to slow down. To stop driving like an idiot. Do you think he ever listened?
Yesterday I received a call. "Mom don't be mad at me." Right then and there my heart sank because I knew something was wrong. A bad way to start a conversation. He had an accident. It turns out he was driving down the road and was rounding a corner. He did not see the other car coming the other direction. You see my son was in the middle of the road and not in his lane. He might have been driving fast but he swears he was not. Any how, he swerved to miss the car over corrected and crashed. The ATV landed on top of him.
He gets home barely able to move. Looks like death warmed over. I took one look at him and decided to take him to the hospital. We get there and they do the normal...are you allergic to any medication, have you had any surgeries....The do the battery of movement tests and xrays. We get put back in the exam room about 2 hours later (one good thing about living in a small town...short waits in the emergency room. If we were still in Chicago we would still be waiting.) and the xray tech comes in and hands me a CD of his xrays. I look at this an know right away that this is not good. The Doc comes in and he says..."You have a broken clavicle and a possible broken growth plate in your wrist. It is more than likely broke the way it is lifted up in your xray." He slaps on a brace on his wrist and a sling on his arm to keep it a 90 degree angle and immobile. And he wants to see him back next week to see how he is doing, to make sure that the swelling comes down and see if they will need to put a hard cast on him.
On the way home he thanks me for making him wear a helmet. He thinks that if he did not have one on he would have been hurt worse. I did not tell him I told you so. I told him I am glad he understands why I wanted him to wear one and that I am not just being a crazy mom. OK sometimes I feel like I am. I worry. About him getting hurt. But he is a kid and he will get hurt.
Cam wakes up in extreme pain. Barely can shower. Can not even put on his socks or button his pants. I spread cream cheese on his bagel, pour his milk. I do however make him go to school. Yeah I am a mean mom, but he did do this to himself. And he was capable of walking. But I do feel bad for him. He is in pain. I know that. I feel terrible for him. When he came home he was in even moire pain. I gave him a pain pill and a glass of Chocolate milk. Made him a pizza for dinner and then sent him off to bed. I will always take care of him whenever he needs me. He is my son and I love him. But there are limits.
I know he is going to have a restless sleep even with the pain meds. He can not get comfortable. He leans back his shoulder hurts. He sits up his shoulder hurts. And he has a tendency to sleep on his side and his left shoulder is fractured and his right wrist is broke....it makes it really difficult to sleep.
But broken bones heal. And he will get better ever day. He might not think so but he will.
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