Put It Out! Hold My Bumps! WTF!

[kukla_tko]

Remember what I said about becoming my Father?

And I tried very hard to explain to all of you why this would be a bad thing?

Let me tell you about my day.

Woke up with shooting pain that made a triangle with the following three points: Shoulder, neck and mid back. Ow the FUCK OW.

It interfered with my morning routine, enough that I was late to work by 30 minutes. My boss said, “There’d better be a dent in your car!”
I replied, “Nope. But there’s a dent in my SHOULDER!” I then explained about my day thus far. She was cool with it, and didn’t give me any trouble about coming in late after that.
But the shoulder was still on fire, and the ibuprofen didn’t even put a dent in it. I couldn’t turn my neck the whole way in that direction, and it was the right side. I claim ambidexterity, but there’s some stuff I never taught my left hand to do. Brush my hair, for instance.

So, I called my Step-Mom who is also my “therapist.” She’s been helping me with my back and my health. She’s brilliant, by the way. She’s really helped a lot and has managed to get things functional again, plus improve my nutrition in the ways that will help my specific health problems. However, she’s just had a seminar and I haven’t been to see her in over a week.
When I asked if I could come over tonight, she told me that she and my Father would be in class.

So I asked her if she could meet me for lunch.

Bless her heart, she actually did. She came out to my workplace with her massage table and got my shoulder working again. She also did some lower back work and was delighted with the progress I have been making. (She’s not the only one!) She rubbed some tiger balm on my back, too. Mmmm. Tiger Balm. That stuff smells sexy and feels so very good. I know. I’m a big freak. But by know all you faithful readers are aware of THAT.

She also taught me about "my bumps." Look at your forehead. See those bumps? Right there, the pointy part of your forehead, those two slight bumps. When you're feeling stressed, or anxious, or scared, or shocked, put your hand across your bumps, or have someone else do it for you. This is a pressure point, and it will help relieve the strain. My Stepmom and I had a delightful disucssion about "the bumps" and the application of such a therapy. It's very cool, and so if I come up to you and put my hand on your forehead, I am not checking a fever, I am trying to help you de-stress.

So, this looks like a “my sucky day became a good day after all” story, doesn’t it?

Nope.
Hold on to your bumps!

Here’s Act 2 of today’s tragedy; my Stepmom mentions, in passing, that she’s not sure about Christmas plans, since they haven’t heard back from the cardiologist.





The What?






Cardiologist. As in Heart Surgeon.




For Whom?
My Father. My Father is having heart surgery for a condition that he’s known about for at least two years.

And I had no idea.

After she saw the LOOK on my FACE she started to backpedal. My StepMom was mortified. She was so apologetic. It was very sweet. I told her not to labor under the illusion that Papa tells any of us ANYTHING, especially with regard to his health or the health (or death) of extended family members. I have had to find out about deaths through convoluted grapevines, because I haven’t gotten into the habit of calling my Father to say, “Hey, Papa. How are you? How’s your health? Anyone die this month?”

See, by the time she had figured out that I had not heard this news about his heart, she had already gotten to the part where she was explaining the procedure, which is open heart surgery where they crack open his chest, shut down his heart, repair the valve and close him up again.

And he plans to do this “before the end of the year.”

Now, at work I was fine. I sent her along with a smile and a “thanks for letting me know.” She felt so bad about dropping a bomb like that on me at work of all places.

Nah. I can handle it.

Until about halfway home. I was a mess when I got home. My SO took me out for Tai Food which was very nice of him. We talked about holiday nonsense, and are making some kind of a plan for next year that will keep the crazy at bay.

In the meantime, WTF?

One question is dogging me. Do I tell my mother what’s going on? My StepMom said that my brothers both know. (Those bastards! They don’t tell me anything EITHER.) So, my dilemma is this: Do I tell my mom and have her freaking out about the health of someone who is no longer her husband, or fail to tell her and have her angry with me for not sharing this info. Being that I was pretty pissed off that no one told me, I figure I will apply the golden rule.

But if that woman tells me that SHE already knew, I am really going to be furious.

Comments

In re: bumps

[felax.livejournal.com]

Wow. I'm shocked. For the past 3 days I've been having some severe tooth pain. (Long story on why I haven't got to the dentist yet, mostly involving sleep.) In the meantime, when the pain is overwhelming, I've found myself putting my hands to those bumps. Enough so that when I picked up some pain meds labeled for head- or tooth-pain, the guy behind the counter wished me good luck on the headache.