If I Was President-Evan Slifer, 2/22/12

Evan's Autobiography

Evan is Eleven

Where has the time gone?  My sweet little boy turned 11 on the 18th.  My sweet little boy that will probably be taller than me in the next couple years since he's up to my shoulders now.  We started the day with breakfast at Beechwold Diner and ended the day with the family at El Vaquero.  Yes, we eat our way through birthdays.  Of course the celebration didn't end there.  He invited 3 friends to go see the movie "Red Tails" on Saturday and then they all came back for a sleepover.  YIKES!!  They are really good boys but now that they are in 5th grade, they are bigger and louder than they were in 1st/2nd grade. I THINK they stayed up all night.  I say that because Evan fell asleep while his friend were still here about 10 a.m. Sunday morning and slept about 3 hours THEN slept 12 hours Sunday night.  A good time was had by all.

Scars-Part 2

Back in May I posted about Evan's scars  You can see it here-Scars.  The other night we were in the bathroom and he was studying his neck.  I explained to him that the scar is from his original trach, his airway reconstruction and then the closing of his stoma.  I told him that if there is ever a time that he wants to see a plastic surgeon about cleaning it up, he just needs to say the word and we will make an appointment.  He looked at it again and said, no Mom, I don't want to do anything to it.  It's mine and it's me.  If only I had that confidence.......

Halloween 2011

And the recovery continues......

 Day 1

 Day 6

 Day 6

 Day 9

Day 9

Well, my pity party isn't going quite as strong as it was the other day, but it's still hanging on just a bit!  I was able to get a walking boot on Thursday and see what had been done to my foot.  I'm intrigued by the incision and all the brusing but decided not to share on Facebook!  Each day is better-the pain is subsiding and I'm almost drug free. I actually drove today-not far, just up the street but it was so nice to get out of the house and have a little freedom.  I can't stand for any length of time but as long as I'm moving forward with my healing, then I need to be thankful for that! 

Pity Party

I'm having a pity party for myself today.  Actually, it started yesterday and will probably continue into the week.  Thanks to my dad, I have bunions.  Yes, they are hereditary and I am lucky enough to have them on both feet.   It's been years in the making but I needed to finally bite the bullet and have them taken care of.  Left foot was done two days ago.  Who knows when I'll have the right foot done 'cause the whole thing sucks!They had to cut tendons and put a pin in my foot at the joint. It hurts like hell. I can't put any weight on my foot at all until I go back to the doctor on the 13th.  At all.  I need help with everything.  I'm not good at asking for help. WAH!!!!