An Empty Ear and a Road Trip

 The big ear adventure has reached its unlikely conclusion. After all the fru-ha-ha and the visit to two doctors, it has been established that there is nothing in the ear canal.

I know I saw something and the nurse in one office did as well. You may recall that he manned the sharp tweezers and dug around himself, leaving tiny stab wounds in his ear. I think we can all agree that he should not be left to play with sharp things.

While I will admit that he does make life exciting, and I laugh at him a lot; I could argue that he may be trying to cut my life short with aggravation.

Between his shenanigans and the news, I am stressed out. I had my first physical rehab appointment today. I have homework! She gave me some exercises to do to loosen things up, followed by icing the shoulder 3 times a day.

We will be gone for two weeks, towing my car to Minnesota. Everything is on board and ready to roll in the morning. Last night my mind stayed busy, keeping me awake until 3 AM. I am ready for bed right now at 7:30. Just winding down from a busy day.

My oldest great grandchild turned 16 this past weekend. I don't get to see her. Divorced parents. In my mind she is always a sassy little 7-year-old not afraid to voice her opinion. I wonder where that could have come from. I do see her image on Facebook, but it is not the same. She looks just like her dad, my grandson. He lives in New Mexico now with a new wife and a baby boy born in February. Cashton also looks like his dad. I long to hold the little man and I think my grandson might be planning to surprise me by coming to my son's house while we are there. I am trying not to look forward to that in case it doesn't happen.

This brings my total count for grandchildren to 14. This includes all the step grands. The great grands are only 6 in number but will start to multiply as the grands get older. Of course, I can't leave out my sister's children and their children. One nephew has a stepdaughter, while the other one has three of his and three stepsons. 

I was thinking about my sister just today and knowing how proud she would be of hers. I remember when she became a grandmother. She loved my grandchildren but was not happy at the prospect of becoming a grandmother. She did not want to get old, and she equated becoming a grandmother with aging. I reminded her that she was and always would be older than me. I realize that I am the only who could point that fact out and remain uninjured.

Now I am older than she will ever be, so I suppose the joke is on me. I am still mad at her for dying and leaving me here all alone. The morning of her funeral, I picked up my phone to tell her what I was wearing to see if she approved. Then realizing she would not be able to tell me, I wanted to call my Daddy and tell on her for not answering. Of course, that was another impossibility.

And now I should go to bed before I get maudlin and weepy. I plan to nap a lot tomorrow.