Pfunksfoolosophy

Spoke with Marmy briefly today and she sounds groggy, but all right.

She’s had to lock herself in her room because Pooper is still very active and nearly popped her one right in the belly by accident. Additionally, she developed an allergy to the meds and her upper lip is swollen–like you read about. The girl sent me a photo. Her lip looked like…well, it wasn’t attractive. BUT thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers.

Since they intubated her, she sounds like she’s been smoking two packs a day but she’s her normal, crazy self. Can’t wait to get down there to see her.

Hey guys…

Keep a good thought tomorrow. Mom’s going in for her surgery and I can’t make it down there to be with her. It’s not that it’s major surgery, but every time you go under the knife it’s dangerous. Your body has to adjust to the intrusion. She’s a tough old broad and if I had a regular job like most civilians, I’d probably be able to afford to make it down there to goof on her when she’s in recovery.

That’s a family tradition. We can’t help it. We make jokes because that is how we express our love. Our family takes very little seriously because we know just how brief our time is here. So, traditionally we make fun of the person who is just coming out of it. Groggy makes for good comedy.

So, I’m disappointed that I can’t make it down there. If I had a ’straight’ job and was a ‘civilian’ I probably would be down there already. Guess what? You can’t hold what’s not in your hand, so I’m gonna hit my knees and pray for my mom. She’s already fine, I know that. She’s still my Mommy and I love her. What can I say?
I’m a big baby.

Keep the fingers crossed that I have the nerve to get on a Greyhound before too long.

(I hate the bus, but I love my Mommy.)