For Tom’s family while they’re in Oklahoma.

That’s all for now.

*** UPDATE ***

Tom’s sister is in the hospital due to a grand maul seizure.

She is doing alright.

Tom got to speak with her for a couple of minutes tonight.

We’d love to be able to get down to see her, but its just not possible without doing more damage to Tom’s pressure wounds.

Continued good thoughts appreciated.

*** ANOTHER UPDATE ***

Trish wrote up this experiance on her blog, if you’re really wanting to know more about it.

Mr. Teenage ‘I think I’m a cool thug’ Boy*:

You might think you’re a gansta.

You might think talking in incomplete sentences that are constructed of entirely made up words is makes you sound cool.

You might think that respecting females or your elders is stupid.

You might think that you know everything.

You might think taking $50 out of my wallet was no big loss on my part.

Uhm, I work for my money. I pay bills. I run a household. I live paycheck to paycheck, buddy.

You just totally screwed up my finances, not only for this week, but possibly for months to come.

I will survive just fine anyhow, no thanks to you, Mr. Gangsta.

I hope one day you’ll realize that stealing that $50 today only confirmed my preconceived notions of you as a ‘person’.

I hope one day you know how it feels to be ripped off.

I hope one day that karma bites you hard, and you realize you deserved it.

Until that day, steer clear from me. I may have no proof you took my money, but I’m not stupid. You turned any current or future ‘pointed fingers’ towards yourself a long time ago, all by yourself.

From this day forward, you will understand how it feels to not get any respect. You will understand how this woman is smarter than you. You will understand that I want nothing to do with you.

If I had my choice, I wouldn’t see you again. Until that obvious fate takes its toll, I will do my best to make my disgust for you known. And, I will do it so slyly, maturely and effectively, you will not even be aware that it has happened until you pause to reflect on your day.

Oh, and by the way, when I run out of Diet Coke, cigarettes or gasoline, and have no money to replace them, you will understand the effects of your moronic actions today.

Consider this your notice.

* An employee at my place of work.

I think that the neighbors are out to get me.

For some reason, every other yard in my neighborhood is plush, green and mostly free from weeds.

Then, looking at my yard, you see where all the weeds went.

I guess my house is the ‘cool house’. Instead of the place where all the neighborhood kids hang out, its the place where all the dandelions hang out.

I guess its not all bad. Dandelions are quieter than kids.

I think the neighbors transplanted my nice grass with their dandelions before I moved in.

This must be it.

Why else would their lawns look so great and mine look like crap? I know the neighbors don’t have some professional lawn care company coming out. I would of seen them by now.

Anybody have any cheap solutions to remove these little yellow-headed monsters?

I live at my computer desk. I nearly live with my fingers attached to my keyboard. (Don’t judge me, you’re just jealous.)

Anyway, even when I’m not actually using the computer, I sit in the office chair at the desk. I normally flip the chair around to face Tom, or move the chair beside his bed.

Today, I decide I’m going to turn my chair around and play a little on the guitar. I’ve been expanding my song list, working on smoothing out some chord changes. It ain’t easy. (Did you know that playing guitar actually works muscles?! My left arm hurts something ferocious!!)

So, I casually turn the chair around, guitar in hand, and start to play a chord.

At nearly that exact moment, I must of leaned onto the arm of the desk chair. Suddenly, I hear this horrendous crack and I start to fall backwards.

Somehow, in that split second, I’ve done this amazing matrix-like maneuver, holding the guitar away from everything in the process of me catching myself mid-fall. Tom stared at me, absolutely astonished.

I have to admit, I was pretty impressed too.

Except, now I have a broken office chair. Which means I’m forced to sit up straight, with both feet on the floor while I type.

I can hear my 10th grade typing teacher applauding the fact that the chair is broken, while saying something about ‘good posture’.

Whatever.

I’m not thrilled.

Anybody got a spare office chair they’re willing to ship to me?

I just wanted to thank Crystal for the kind words on her blog and for the crazy amount of traffic driven through here. (Geez, Crystal, you’ve got a lot of readers! You should definitely surpass those cats!)

It means quite a bit to Tom and I both that she is so kind to think of us and help us out! It has to be one of the nicest things that’s happened to us!

If you are here to check out the details for the bathroom, please feel free. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, please leave them in the comments. We’re still fairly new to this accessibility thing, and are always open to advice.

If you’re looking for something a little more entertaining, I’d check the archives. Its been a blah week around here.

Thanks for stopping by. Next time, I promise to vacuum and dust first! Ooh, and don’t look in the guest room closet… that’s where I shove everything when I don’t want to clean have unexpected company.

**** UPDATE ****

12:30 PM CST on April 27:

Because of Crystal’s kindness in directing people to this cause, a total of $100 has been accumulated to help make our bathroom wheelchair accessible!

We want to thank everyone who has contributed so far. There are no words big enough to express our gratitude.

When our financial goal is reached, and the project is underway, pictures will be posted on this blog to show everyone what they helped make a reality!

We made it to the doctor today for Tom’s pressure wounds. They’ve taken a turn – and not a great one.

On Tuesday, when Home Health was here, things were looking great. Honestly. We would of been in to the doctor so fast that heads would spin if I had thought anything wasn’t looking acceptable.

Now, we have to go back to the doctor for an MRI tomorrow to make sure the bone in Tom’s foot isn’t infected. If it is, we could be looking at amputation again. This doctor doesn’t want to jump into things though, and wants to check into all other options. She knows that Tom can only count to 19 right now anyhow (since his pinky toe was amputated a while ago), and would feel bad if Tom could only count to 18.

She even mentioned flap surgery (I’m not providing a link, and if you’re smart, you won’t look for one) for Tom’s rear, if it doesn’t start improving… Which, firstly, would be a ways down the road still. Secondly, I really don’t think we want to go that route. You can only do a flap surgery so many times. (The basic jist of flap surgery is pulling good skin over the wound so the wound will be closed.)

Anyway – of course, we’re not happy. Tom’s stuck in bed, even more so than he was before.

We’re both really frustrated, of course.

Again, let me state that satellite Internet sucks.

Again, let me state that it is better than dial up.

But, I don’t see myself being online tonight because of this:

Hopefully the weather will clear enough to turn my computer on later, but I’m not holding my breath.