Sunday, January 18, 2009
groins
I played four plays and called it quits because I couldn't run. I'm just glad I didn't pull two hammies and two groins, which would have been the outcome had I played any longer. I'm just old.
Love You
Yesterday, I was eating dinner with Michael. He looked at me and said, "Hug. Hug." So I give him a hug and while I am doing that he says to me, "Love you."
WOW.
WOW.
football!
I'm off to play football in 30 minutes.
Last week I played for the first time. Two hours and a half. I couldn't move all week. My groins were about to explode. My hammies hurt and I was all bruised up on my knees and elbows from diving and sliding on the frozen tundra of Les Invalides. It was above freezing that day but the ground was frozen and there was still snow on the ground. So I'd like to think my muscle problems were less about being old and out of shape and more about the fact that I did the splits every play from a lack of traction on the ice. But it was fun nonetheless. I think I'm fairly fast which is a sad commentary on the physical ability of the other guys we play with.
So pray for my groins today.
Last week I played for the first time. Two hours and a half. I couldn't move all week. My groins were about to explode. My hammies hurt and I was all bruised up on my knees and elbows from diving and sliding on the frozen tundra of Les Invalides. It was above freezing that day but the ground was frozen and there was still snow on the ground. So I'd like to think my muscle problems were less about being old and out of shape and more about the fact that I did the splits every play from a lack of traction on the ice. But it was fun nonetheless. I think I'm fairly fast which is a sad commentary on the physical ability of the other guys we play with.
So pray for my groins today.
Walnut
Phuong was making dinner Friday evening and Michael and I were sitting in the kitchen waiting. I had bought a bunch of nuts - walnuts, almonds and hazelnuts - and a nutcracker. So I took one of those walnuts and with excessive force, destroyed the shell and splintered the nut inside. Since there were small walnut bits everywhere, I decided I would give a bit to Michael. So I told Phuong, hey I'm going to give Michael a bit of walnut. As she's busy cooking, she says, I don't know, well whatever. I reply, well we have to find out sometime whether he's allergic or not.
Two minutes later, he's pointing at his tongue and telling us it hurts. Then he starts getting red in the face. 5 minutes later, his lips were all swollen. So we were like, well, let's go to the hospital (St Vincent's is only 3 bus stops away) and if it clears up, we can turn around and if it worsens, then well, we'll be there. By the time we get to the hospital his head must have inflated by 25% or so it seemed. His cheeks were all red and puffy, and his lips looked like those of Bubba in Forrest Gump. Good thing there were no tripwires at the hospital.
We checked in, had his vitals measured, and then he from either pain or fear of doctors - probably a little of both, started wailing until he got his first round of medication an hour later. I'd say he got a dose of oral medication around 8:00 or 8:30 and then around 9:30 they put an IV in his little hand to administer another medication around 10:00 to make the swelling go down. Then we had to wait until the swelling and redness went away completely before we were allowed to leave. Michael and I fell asleep around 11:00, and the doctor finally came in just before midnight to tell us it was fine to leave. He was late, but there was a young newborn that was really sick and he was spending most of his time and rightfully so attending to it. In the end we made it home around 12:30 and Michael was fine. He was a bit red yesterday with a small red rash and today he is fine.
The nurses and the doctor at Saint Vincent were really nice and helpful. We did allow the intern to put Michael's IV in his hand. I think she did ok, maybe she took a little bit longer than the older nurse, but she didn't have to fish around for five minutes for the vein like the person in Arkansas did.
The staff were really funny though because they must have told us ten times, no more nuts for the boy! Maybe they thought we didn't understand. At midnight they finally found out we weren't tourists so that's certainly a possibility.
Two minutes later, he's pointing at his tongue and telling us it hurts. Then he starts getting red in the face. 5 minutes later, his lips were all swollen. So we were like, well, let's go to the hospital (St Vincent's is only 3 bus stops away) and if it clears up, we can turn around and if it worsens, then well, we'll be there. By the time we get to the hospital his head must have inflated by 25% or so it seemed. His cheeks were all red and puffy, and his lips looked like those of Bubba in Forrest Gump. Good thing there were no tripwires at the hospital.
We checked in, had his vitals measured, and then he from either pain or fear of doctors - probably a little of both, started wailing until he got his first round of medication an hour later. I'd say he got a dose of oral medication around 8:00 or 8:30 and then around 9:30 they put an IV in his little hand to administer another medication around 10:00 to make the swelling go down. Then we had to wait until the swelling and redness went away completely before we were allowed to leave. Michael and I fell asleep around 11:00, and the doctor finally came in just before midnight to tell us it was fine to leave. He was late, but there was a young newborn that was really sick and he was spending most of his time and rightfully so attending to it. In the end we made it home around 12:30 and Michael was fine. He was a bit red yesterday with a small red rash and today he is fine.
The nurses and the doctor at Saint Vincent were really nice and helpful. We did allow the intern to put Michael's IV in his hand. I think she did ok, maybe she took a little bit longer than the older nurse, but she didn't have to fish around for five minutes for the vein like the person in Arkansas did.
The staff were really funny though because they must have told us ten times, no more nuts for the boy! Maybe they thought we didn't understand. At midnight they finally found out we weren't tourists so that's certainly a possibility.
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