Beginning the “busy season”

22 November 2011

I’m writing this on November 22, two days away from Thanksgiving.  Which means that I’m two days away from what we at Chez Anselmeau call “the busy season.”

It’s kind of a funny thing, the holiday season around our house.  (And if anyone from the evangelical thought police is bothered that I just said “holiday season” instead of some other phrase, all I can say is — tough beans.)  We never planned it this way, it’s just how things worked out.  But starting Thursday, almost every commemorative event in our lives — and all the attendant celebration and gift-giving — will land in the next twelve weeks.

Don’t believe me?  Here’s the rundown:

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More problems with (and lessons from) pain

10 November 2011

Yeah, another long absence from blogland on my part.  My intentions were good.  I had topics ready to go.  There have been no problems with my computer.  And yet there I wasn’t.

The reason?  Because I was having trouble thinking straight enough to write.  And the reason for that was a serious bout of pain in my right leg.

I was diagnosed earlier this year with “chronic tendinosis.”  What that phrase means is that the tendons in my right ankle and lower leg can get stretched out of shape very easily and will hurt like nobody’s business, causing problems with activities like walking, standing, sitting and lying down.  What that phrase ALSO means is that a long battery of tests, my doctor can identify the symptoms (no duh, so can I!) and slap a label on them, but she doesn’t have a clue what causes it or how to cure it.  As diagnoses go, “chronic tendinosis” is about as helpful as what Warren Zevon was once told by his doctor.

So since just before Halloween (for which I had a blog post prepared, which now will have to wait until next year), I’ve been limping around in great pain, with my ankle swelled up to almost the size of my calf, often unable to relax the muscles or flex it in any direction because of the pain.  I had prescription Naproxen and Flexeril around from the last flare-up; the Naproxen had no effect, while I can’t tell if the Flexeril helped because it knocked me unconscious.  Finally I resorted to a steady diet of three ibuprofen every four hours plus occasional applications of Icy Hot, and things started improving.

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After that vacation … I need a vacation

13 October 2011

Okay, I’m back!

And where was I?  Well, right here, but … well, I should explain.

Last week and the one before, school was out in our local district.  I’ve mentioned before that the schools hereabouts operate on a schedule that could best be described as “screwy.”  Well, this is one example of that: a two-week vacation smack at the beginning of autumn, when most school districts have barely gotten going on their year.

What that meant at Chez Anselmeau is that for sixteen days straight (including the bookending weekends), the four of us were all together for the most part.  The Supermodel, Charlotte, Sean and I have gotten to spend a great deal more time with each other – working on more projects, sharing more meals, and having more conversations and more adventures than is normally possible when my wife is off teaching and my kids are off learning.

They went back to school on Monday.  It’s Thursday, and I’m finally beginning to recover from all that togetherness.

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Netflix, Facebook and the loss of perspective

27 September 2011

Sorry I haven’t been around, folks.  I’m not sure what it was — a mild bug that my body was fighting off, mental preparation for the local school district’s two-week fall break (which meant my whole family would be home all day, getting in each other’s hair), one of my periodic bouts with depression, or some combination of the above with or without other factors.  But I found it very hard to write last week — and when you try to force yourself to write, I’ve found, the results are less than ideal.  So I did my best to relax and not worry about it (not my natural bent) and got back on the horse yesterday and today.

So what was I spending time on when not writing?  Reading.  I cleared out two novels; started a third (almost done); kept up on articles at Grantland, AVClub, Splitsider, Slate and Internet Monk; and watched what everyone was doing on Facebook.  It’s the latter that prompts today’s post, because I got to watch the Internet’s second major freakout in as many months.

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The anniversary that wasn’t

24 January 2011

Yesterday was my wife Nina’s and my twelfth wedding anniversary.  Nowadays, it seems like spending twelve years married to the same person without committing a homicide is fairly rare, and considering some of the problems we’ve had to work through over that time (internal and external), we do rather feel we’ve beaten the odds.  So it’s kind of a big deal, certainly worthy of a celebration.

And what did we do yesterday to commemorate such a momentous occasion?  Well … pretty much nothing.

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Ever since I gave up control, I feel so much better …

20 December 2010

This is a work in progress, so bear with me …

Granted the last year and a half have been a little bumpy for me.  If you read this space with any regularity, you know the details, so I won’t inundate/bore/depress you with them again.  (If you’re new here, use the search box and type in “Leigh’s disease,” “CMT,” “Mom,” “stress” and “death” and you’ll get caught up fast.  But don’t say you weren’t warned.)  But it’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow some good, and I like to think that I’m learning a few things in the midst of it all.

And probably the most important thing I’m picking up is on letting go.

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A pain in the … ankle, shoulder, back, head …

20 September 2010

Okay, my postings have been a little spotty lately.  I admit this.  Three posts in three weeks — not good for someone who said he was going to try to write something every day.

But for the last week, at least, I’ve had something that, in bad light, would vaguely resemble a decent excuse.  And I even have the prescription painkillers and muscle relaxants to prove it!

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