Waiting, Waiting, Waiting.... Was that patients or patience?

"If it wasn't for my patients at work, I would have no patience at all."  <-------That is me.  I have to wait a week to have my first fill and to have my sutures removed.   When I left the Dr.'s office, I called mom frustrated that I still haven't moved on to the next step.  My mom tried to remind me to look at the whole picture.  She said "remember this is better than having cancer and said don't you want your dr to be a little cautious instead of pushing you before you are ready."  She then told me to try to remember to be patient.  That is a virtue that I was not gifted with at all.  In all fairness, neither was my mother. I remember not too long ago when mom had too wait longer than she wanted to have her drains pulled.  She was so frustrated she had said "I am going to pull them out myself and say they got caught on something and pulled out."  Of course she wasn't serious and had to wait.  I reminded her to try and be patient.  We are great at giving the advice, but not following it.  That is a wonderful trait that I obviously inherited from my mother.  I have inherited such wonderful qualities from her.

So onto the second part of my waiting.  I then asked the dr about my activity.  He kind of chuckled and said "has it been six weeks since your surgery?"  I piped up excited "Yes! It was six weeks yesterday!"  He laughed "Since your second surgery....."  I was like you have got to be kidding me! 4 more weeks on activity/weight restriction. You mean to tell me 4 more weeks before I can pick my boys up? Our conversation continued on to include "that means no running through the month of April."  I don't know what my husband told that man, because he knows me all too well!!!  I wanted to say "Are you going to be including a complimentary liposuction with my exchange surgery?  I am afraid I am going to need it after being on an activity restriction for over 10 weeks!!" So four more weeks of no activity. Yuck! 

On my way home from the dr. appointment, it was lightly raining.  It was just light enough that I needed to use washer fluid every few minutes to clean my windshield and I ran out of washer fluid.  So I go to the rest stop on interstate to buy some.  Right then my mom calls and I told her that I ran out of washer fluid.  My mom said "oh no, do you know where your washer fluid goes?"  I start laughing and ask mom "Did you really just ask me if I know where my washer fluid goes? Of course I know where it goes, do you not know where it goes?" Mom --"no"  I laugh hysterically and refrain myself from lecturing mom on basic car maintenance. I wanted to say "Do you know where your oil goes?  Do you even know how to check it?  Remember a car takes gas and oil to run..."  So the last part I learned the hard way.  I seized up the engine in my BMW, because it had an oil leak (which I did not know)  and I allowed it to get to low on oil. When my dad found out what I did, his face got beet red and I do believe I saw smoke coming out of his ears. Note to all teenagers who think they know everything....this is not the time to say to your dad   "We can all agree that I have had enough punishment since my car doesn't run anymore, right???"  HAHAHAHA!!!! I am lucky to be here today after that smart a** comment.  Have you ever heard the comment, never poke an angry bear? Yea my dad was quite the angry bear that day. 

 (My dad that day)

Enough with my rambling on and on. Even though I am having to be reminded to have patience. This isn't forever and will be all over soon.

Until then Keep Calm and Chive On!!!  ~ Jess