I am still healing from the sinus surgery, according to my ENT whom I saw earlier this week. My last post-surgical check-up comes in May! Over six months after the fact!
I do not miss the infections and all the dark thinking that accompanied them, but I am still having sleep issues (gotta work my "hygiene" in that regard, as in, get a good rule set and stick to it). The upside? I'm reading more books than ever, and I really love that. Plus, quite honestly, I've never been much of a sleeper, tending more toward six hours than seven or longer. Most of my life, the idea of sleeping more than eight hours? Just never happened. And I can't imagine I'll sleep more as I age, because nobody I know does that.
The continuing proximate issue: I suffer a certain nausea that comes in concert with what I might describe as memory headaches (the old areas impacted by the infections ache a bit, but nothing more, as the memory of the infections are recalled, but that's all). I ask the ENT about the connection and he says, unfortunately, a bunch of nerves that control the stomach pass through the sinus areas, so the bond is real and likely part of the healing process. Solution? Stay off any food too wild and cease eating early in the evening--never easy for me, because I tend to pass on food early in the day, so at night, the temptations are great. Married the wrong woman in that regard.
Anyway, last night I have trouble going to sleep, finally knock off about 2 am, and then find myself with some intestinal distress/bad thinking-dreaming around 6am. My dreams are typically fabulous adventures. I've always loved sleeping for this reason. And whenever I have anything even slightly disturbing, the cause is almost always the same: my physical being is slightly off kilter (the late-eating curse that I must confront as I age!).
So, this morning, I wake up and, despite the perceived need for sleep, I can't. What to do?
Life intervenes in that way that convinces me, on a daily basis, to go with my wife's instinctive need to keep expanding our family. Sans children, I would probably pace the downstairs, staring out of window at the snow in the dim light--all Swedish-film like (What does it all mean?!).
Instead, between 6:15 and 7:30 I get to:
1) Work out a game plan for my eldest, whose nighttime bite guard is causing jaw problems (I suspect we need to move it from her lower teeth to her upper teeth, a change I was forced to make about two decades ago)--Dad as doc.
2) Comfort extended to child #1, I hear my waking younger son bitching out loud from his bedroom about his fears of serving this morning at a school mass. He's being elevated from mere candle bearer to cross bearer, and the burden is weighing heavily on his mind! I sit on his bed and we review the printed server instructions at length--Dad as life coach. Next crisis!
3) Youngest daughter is a bit crabby and needs help with her complicated school dress uniform (I also double back to help younger son with his top shirt buttons). I convince my spouse to take the younger kids to school, as I think I might try to go back to sleep for a bit. Dad to be rewarded for his good deeds!
4) Then phone rings at 7:10, never a good sign. Older pair of kids, driving selves to school, get involved in sliding car pileup. Daughter driver handled it well, pulling her slide off to side of road with no damage and stranding the Civic slightly in the snow. Clothes quickly applied, I head off in father-in-law's pickup (in-laws on vacation, so I get to indulge my inner redneck amidst all these dangerous driving conditions of late) and locate the car on road to HS. Wife had previously bought trunk snow shovel for such a scenario, so I pull it out of Civic, dig the car out, and teach my older son how to push the car while instructing the older daughter how to rock-and-roll her way out of the situation as driver. We succeed just as the cops pull up! Kids drive off and I drive home, too awake now to contemplate anything other than work.
Meanwhile, whatever was bugging me at 6am (besides the intestinal discomfort) is gone. I can't remember what the hell I was thinking about.
God bless the children!
Now I'm happy as a camper, blogging away while listening to Frankie! on my iPod.
I really don't know what I'd do without a family. I would be some OCD-addled loner who obsessed over this or that issue all the time. Of course, I might be a whole lot more prolific as a blogger, living through my Mac, but the world enjoys enough such personalities.
I deeply prefer this path. I just don't think I'd be much of a strategic thinker without the perspective-providing reality of marriage, kids--the whole shebang. They all work your long-term-thinking muscles.
And keep me from getting too self-involved.
Next up? While waiting for assignment of our future daughters of Africa, we decide to expand the pet pool from three female Siberian cats to three cats plus a dog. We meet the Cairn terrier (yes, we've getting a "Toto"!) breeder in MN this weekend while attending a birthday gathering around my Mom.
No shortage of family mini-crises/daily challenges. Life is good.