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dodger_sisterMy coughing is about 90% done. I have to do the breathing treatment every day or it comes back, but fuck it, I can do that all winter if I have too. When I was a kid, I used an inhaler, because my lung muscles weren’t as strong since I wasn’t as physically active. It shouldn’t be surprising that I need it again as I get older. Also, the hernia (did I even tell you guys about that?) has reduced itself and now I am just suffering from some abdominal muscle strains (at least I hope that’s it, because I really don’t want to have any scopes put anywhere inside me to check that shit out!). I am taking muscle relaxers, which swamped me with guilt to take them, but they have helped enough now that I am glad I did.
Anyways, I realized I hadn’t shared the actual funny stories that came out of all this coughing. So let’s do that now.
See, my sister and I think we are funny. I drop something and need her to pick it up, she yells, “Why do you hate me?!” She forgets the kitty litter, I yell, “What’s wrong with you?!” I start having a coughing fit, she yells, “Stop that! Stop it right now!” I usually respond with, “OMG, shut up! I’m siiiiiiick.” Yeah, no one else will ever want to live with us. But, at night, my coughing really was keeping my sister awake. There was one week I don’t think she hit R.E.M. sleep at all. She would yell across the hall, “Stop coughing! Omg, stop it!” But often, she was asleep when she did this. I could tell, because I would have a coughing fit and then be silent for like 20 minutes and out of nowhere I’d hear, “Stop it! Stop coughing!” when I hadn’t even been coughing at all. So even in her sleep, she thinks she’s being funny, but she’s being really really childish! Then we go to the doctor and my sister is playing on her phone, completely not listening (which is what I like, because I can’t be alone in the room in case I need something, but I do like the medical privacy of her completely tuning everything out). The doctor starts telling me that the hernia is from coughing so hard and I really need to try to cough less. At which point, I inevitably start coughing. And the doctor yells, “Stop it! Stop coughing!” and my sister whips her head up and goes, “Aha! I told you so!”
Later I was on the phone with The Canadian Brother and his son can hear me coughing through the phone and he starts trying to imitate me and then I hear him crying and my brother is like, “He tried to fake-cough but he made himself choke.” I cough again and I hear The Canadian Nephew start yelling, “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!” Now I’m getting yelled at for my coughing by a two year old in Canada! He continues to do this throughout the whole conversation - “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!”. So my brother puts him in bed, where he was before I called, and TCN starts yelling, “My drumsticks! Drumsticks!” and my brother gives him his drumsticks and then he yells, “My OTHER drumsticks!” and I ask, “How many drumsticks does he have?” In the meantime, I can hear my nephew screaming, “Druuuuumstiiiicks, Daddy!” and my brother goes, “Omg, here are all your drumsticks. How many drumsticks do you need to sleep anyways?” and my nephew starts giggling and goes, “My drumsticks, Daddy.” He’s really fucking adorable when you aren’t the person actually trying to get him to sleep!
Then my brother is telling me how his wife thinks Bard from The Hobbit looked like Orlando Bloom and I was like, “Oh, she’s right. We kept making jokes about it,” - “But Legolas is Orlando Bloom,” - “Yeah, but Bard looks like him from The Pirates movies. He’s like a descendant of Will Turner.” - “Which actor is Will Turner?” and then his wife yells, “No, Orlando is Will Turner!” and my brother goes, “But Legolas is Orlando,” and I yell to his wife, “I got you! You know what’s up!” while she is still yelling at my brother and then I hear it…the sound of my nephew yelling, “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!” And my brother says, “You are yelling at her and she is yelling at me and he is yelling at you. You people are all insane.”
I guess the moral of this story is my family has worked out a solid form of communication with one another, so easy even a 2 year old can make it work!
Anyways, I realized I hadn’t shared the actual funny stories that came out of all this coughing. So let’s do that now.
See, my sister and I think we are funny. I drop something and need her to pick it up, she yells, “Why do you hate me?!” She forgets the kitty litter, I yell, “What’s wrong with you?!” I start having a coughing fit, she yells, “Stop that! Stop it right now!” I usually respond with, “OMG, shut up! I’m siiiiiiick.” Yeah, no one else will ever want to live with us. But, at night, my coughing really was keeping my sister awake. There was one week I don’t think she hit R.E.M. sleep at all. She would yell across the hall, “Stop coughing! Omg, stop it!” But often, she was asleep when she did this. I could tell, because I would have a coughing fit and then be silent for like 20 minutes and out of nowhere I’d hear, “Stop it! Stop coughing!” when I hadn’t even been coughing at all. So even in her sleep, she thinks she’s being funny, but she’s being really really childish! Then we go to the doctor and my sister is playing on her phone, completely not listening (which is what I like, because I can’t be alone in the room in case I need something, but I do like the medical privacy of her completely tuning everything out). The doctor starts telling me that the hernia is from coughing so hard and I really need to try to cough less. At which point, I inevitably start coughing. And the doctor yells, “Stop it! Stop coughing!” and my sister whips her head up and goes, “Aha! I told you so!”
Later I was on the phone with The Canadian Brother and his son can hear me coughing through the phone and he starts trying to imitate me and then I hear him crying and my brother is like, “He tried to fake-cough but he made himself choke.” I cough again and I hear The Canadian Nephew start yelling, “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!” Now I’m getting yelled at for my coughing by a two year old in Canada! He continues to do this throughout the whole conversation - “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!”. So my brother puts him in bed, where he was before I called, and TCN starts yelling, “My drumsticks! Drumsticks!” and my brother gives him his drumsticks and then he yells, “My OTHER drumsticks!” and I ask, “How many drumsticks does he have?” In the meantime, I can hear my nephew screaming, “Druuuuumstiiiicks, Daddy!” and my brother goes, “Omg, here are all your drumsticks. How many drumsticks do you need to sleep anyways?” and my nephew starts giggling and goes, “My drumsticks, Daddy.” He’s really fucking adorable when you aren’t the person actually trying to get him to sleep!
Then my brother is telling me how his wife thinks Bard from The Hobbit looked like Orlando Bloom and I was like, “Oh, she’s right. We kept making jokes about it,” - “But Legolas is Orlando Bloom,” - “Yeah, but Bard looks like him from The Pirates movies. He’s like a descendant of Will Turner.” - “Which actor is Will Turner?” and then his wife yells, “No, Orlando is Will Turner!” and my brother goes, “But Legolas is Orlando,” and I yell to his wife, “I got you! You know what’s up!” while she is still yelling at my brother and then I hear it…the sound of my nephew yelling, “Stop it! No, Aunt! Enough, alright? Alright!” And my brother says, “You are yelling at her and she is yelling at me and he is yelling at you. You people are all insane.”
I guess the moral of this story is my family has worked out a solid form of communication with one another, so easy even a 2 year old can make it work!
Tags:
- because i'm sick and twisted like that,
- blame canada,
- drugs are bad mkay,
- drummers get all the hot ladies,
- family circus,
- laugh laugh i nearly died,
- mini-me - childhood,
- orlando bloom is squee,
- pirates of the caribbean - high seas,
- real life,
- sick n tired,
- sister oh sister,
- the hobbit - unexpected adventures
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Date: 2014-02-20 03:34 am (UTC)The other day I was napping as TAHtm was chopping up some food, and apparently I thought he was knocking on the bedroom door, because I was calling out "Yes? Come in?" while still mostly asleep. He mocked me for it later. But he changed his chopping technique at the time so I could go back to sleep, so it was all good.
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Date: 2014-02-24 09:41 pm (UTC)Right? When I put it all together like this though, I was like 'maybe my brother has point, this seems not normal.' lol My little nephew is a fucking riot - I have a video of him doing this little line dancing irish jig thing and the kid is just too much!
The other day I was napping as TAHtm was chopping up some food, and apparently I thought he was knocking on the bedroom door, because I was calling out "Yes? Come in?" while still mostly asleep. He mocked me for it later.
ahahahaha, OMG. That's awesome!
But he changed his chopping technique at the time so I could go back to sleep, so it was all good.
Well, he is The Awesome Husbandtm for a reason. ;)
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Date: 2014-02-25 01:39 am (UTC)Well, he is The Awesome Husbandtm for a reason. ;)
SO many reasons!
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Date: 2014-02-20 12:44 pm (UTC)Dude! You got a hernia from coughing?! O.o
*cuddles you*
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Date: 2014-02-24 09:46 pm (UTC)Indeed! It does sound insane when you put it all together like this, but it totally works for us! My little Canadian nephew is too fucking cute, I swear. The older he gets, the more I wish they lived closer, because that kid is a laugh and a half.
Dude! You got a hernia from coughing?! O.o
*cuddles you*
Yep. Apparently it's not that uncommon with bronchitis. A LJ friend was telling me she's pulled her back out twice from bronchitis coughing. It strains your stomach muscles so hard to constantly be violently coughing like that. (I kept peeing my pants a little bit sometimes too when I coughed, because I was coughing so hard). It wasn't a terrible hernia, since it ended up reducing on its own. You could really only feel it in there when I was laying flat on my back, but it kept feeling like someone was stabbing me in the stomach with a tiny knife. It was unfun! Half of my doctors were telling me to cough more and get all the gunk out of my system and the other half were telling me to stop coughing all together because I was going to burst the hernia right out of my stomach!
Thanks for the cuddles!
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Date: 2014-02-24 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-25 02:03 am (UTC)LOL Glad to know my family isn't the only one who communicates this way!! My sister was on the phone once with my little brother while she was at work and when she got off her coworker asked if her they were fighting with one other and my sister was like, "Um, no, why? Isn't that how you talk to your brother?" lol
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Date: 2014-03-06 10:24 pm (UTC)Being sick is super crappy, worse when it seems to go on forever, so I'm really glad you've found some treatments that are actually helping. I get stupidly excited these days when I get a medication that helps even a little. I saw your post about Angel season five and it made me think the perfect way to recover from being sick would be a fangirl retreat, where we just all go, watch shows and then talk about all the things that should have happened. Because yes Spike and Charlie friendship fic and you mentioning those eps so makes me want to watch them all again Ghost spike was so funny, but then I have a weakness for Spike. When ever I watch the last season of Buffy I have to watch season 5 of Angel to remind myself Spike comes back.
Well enough rambling from me, I hope your as well as can be. Sending all the possible positive, healing, healthy and happy vibes. And also hugs.
Oh one last thing, the cat posts on Tumblr Squee, so cute, I want all the cats. We're hoping to adopt a cat this year. As much as I love the baby kitten stage we're thinking of adopting one that's a little older, save one from a shelter, instead of buying one from a breeder.
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Date: 2014-03-27 11:20 pm (UTC)I saw your post about Angel season five and it made me think the perfect way to recover from being sick would be a fangirl retreat, where we just all go, watch shows and then talk about all the things that should have happened.
YES!! I mean, if we are all sick, why can't we be sick together in front of episodes of Angel and Buffy?! (what if we had themed hospitals and like when I was in the rehab hospital for 6 weeks with the broken leg, if I could have been in the Fangirl Wing where the therapy room played episodes of SPN and the cafeteria played episodes of Buffy and everyone just hung out together and talked about their shows when they weren't being poked and prodded by doctors. That'd be awesome. They could have a Sports Wing and a Video Game Wing - you aren't separated into rooms by what's wrong with you, just what you like to do in your spare time!)
Because yes Spike and Charlie friendship fic and you mentioning those eps so makes me want to watch them all again Ghost spike was so funny, but then I have a weakness for Spike. When ever I watch the last season of Buffy I have to watch season 5 of Angel to remind myself Spike comes back.
Spike is my favorite! Ghost!Spike is the best. Angel S5 is my fav season of Angel, even though it is almost like a completely different show than the other seasons. Though S2 is pretty fucking awesome. I adore the final ep of Buffy but I too have to remind myself that Spike will come back and haunt Angel and it will be hysterical and awesome and Spike's reward for his ultimate sacrifice. Cuz there's more than one Champion out there!
As much as I love the baby kitten stage we're thinking of adopting one that's a little older, save one from a shelter, instead of buying one from a breeder.
Yes, don't encourage breeders! When all of the animals in the world have homes, then we can buy from breeders! I fully support getting an older cat - The nice thing about that is that you don't have to commit to 15 years of caring for an animal, if you think your life circumstances will be different by the time you are 30, an elderly cat will be gone by then and you will know you gave it a good home in its final years. Or a disabled cat, they always need homes too (as long it won't stretch your wallet too much to care for it). We had 2 three legged cats when I was a kid - they were ours, got their legs caught in traps a farmer had set out for raccoons and my dad wanted to put them down and the vet was like, "it's cheaper to just take their legs and they should be fine." And they were - they lived outdoors and they hunted and cared for themselves and were friendly and sweet and one lived to be 22 years old.
I want pictures when it happens!
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Date: 2014-03-28 10:48 pm (UTC)Yes!! See that's perfect. We should be surrounded by awesome things while we are ill to distract us from how crappy we feel. I'd be wondering from ward to ward because I like so many fandoms.
Ghost!Spike is epic, when he dives at Angel and goes through the table in that first ep, it is so funny.
Oh no, poor kitties. I would be fine with a cat that had three legs or one eye or something. I don't think it makes them less adorable and they need homes to.
I will keep you up to date. We have some family trips coming up, so it'll probably happen after that. I was just talking about it with my mum