Holiday Hangover

I'm totally wiped today. I woke up at 2pm with a gnarly headache that a Motrin 800 couldn't kill. I don't want to take a Midrin until later, when I make the futile attempt to sleep again.

I've had nightmares for the last 3 days.

My joints hurt, my head hurts, and my right hand is really numb today. I think it might have been all the car travel-we've spent four hours in the car on both Xmas and Xmas eve traveling to various gatherings, so it's very likely.

That being said, I had two lovely days of family and friends. Caddy's family is wonderful, and so kind to Drew. We had lots of wonderful food, and I actually saw both my parents, and everyone from both sides of Caddy's family. My sister-in-law-to-be, Monica, made me STELLAR pecan bars. Caddy has hidden them until our next cheat day, when I intend to eat them until I am too ill to continue. The DSi and games that Caddy got me are addictive as hell; I might not mind bed rest too much, if we can find a way for me to play them comfortably. My dad went all out for us this year; he got us all really sweet gifts. It's funny; it seems like we take turns actually being able to spend money on each other. My mom found me these neat mini-pilates ball things that are supposed to help with pain relief. Remarkably enough, Caddy's been trained in them, so we're gonna give it a shot. Working out a little every day has actually really helped with my mobility. Scott and Drew got me an AMAZING pair of Doc Martens; they're 14 holes with an escape zipper (really important to me at this point in my life) with glow-in-the-dark bones painted on them. I'm breaking them in a little bit at a time at home. He also made me a shirt that says "My brain is too big for my skull: Ask me about my Arnold-Chiari Malformation." I think I'll wear it when I announce that I'm going on leave at work. Maybe it will be my new profile pic when I out my condition on facebook. We'll see.

I'm very lucky that Andrew sr. and Scott such wonderful people. It seems like everyone I know has had horrible divorces except for me. I'm glad that Drew is able to grow up with cooperative, caring co-parents. It makes things so much easier, especially in light of my current health condition. I know that if something went wrong in my surgery, Drew would have no shortage of wonderful, capable parents to raise him.

I'm starting to tell people one at a time in person. If it's someone I've known for a long time, Caddy gives me 3 minutes of small talk before he "reminds" me to tell them. God bless him for that, or I'd never tell anyone out of self-consciousness.