2002 Story Set
| January 15, 2002 We were supposed to do a party today----for my son's Duathalon team - but he is not up to it - although he is perky today compared to other days this week. 4 GCSF shots a week - but by the 4th (tonight) he gets up. He even changed his underwear! This is, in fact, a big event. So is the fact that he's wearing some! (Cancer patients have tender skin and stretch marks that hurt.) At least I got SOME clothes back on him!! He told me (as I bitched about folding five loads of laundry) that he'd take care of himself as soon as he leaves home. "I was leaving? Remember?" he says. How could I forget? I had to cancel my date with Fabio no less, and I had one foot out the door. I even had a dress that I could get in. I was, at that time, still overweight, but weighed less than I've managed to pack on this time. I had a dress. Now I have to start over! I informed my son, as soon as I was told, that my canceled date with Fabio WILL be rescheduled right after Valentines day. I informed my son that he is not allowed to have a relapse. He is not allowed to need to be in the hospital. He is not allowed to catch a cold and fever. He must walk better sooner. He will NOT be allowed to cause this date to be canceled! I am adamant. He just sat at his computer game (sick of killing things on the PlayStationII, he switches to killing things while on-line), a secretive little smile of glee pasted to his face. Now that he feels better, he brags about forcing me to cancel my previously scheduled Fabio date. He is proud of this. If I don't get my son out on a date of his own soon I'm going to be in trouble - as he gets better - he gets wild. I've been patted and squeezed and I have had to threaten dire consequences if he doesn't behave! He gets so strange if I am out of the house too much - I HAVE to watch TV and talk to him at night! He requires mother's attention. My marathon will have to wait - he objected because I was in the gym too much - and therefore, away from him. And now I also work longer hours (more normal). Like any toddler, this 20-year-old objects to any change in his routine. I can tell when he is feeling neglected because he comes into my room and falls on top of my bed and pins me there until he feels that he has made up for the loss of my attention. I came too close to my son the other day, and he was feeling frisky after several down days. I was delivering soda, food, and clean clothes. He grabbed the front of my soft jersey long robe (from Target) - my slop around the house rag. He pulled me lower. Then he said - "And if you cut that front slit any lower I'll leave now!" So I pulled the front open (I was in a bra after all) and LEANED OVER! From the safety of the doorway. He screamed and threw a pillow over his head. But he didn't even get out of bed never mind out of the house! Earlier he had grabbed me and pulled me down on top of him, roamed his hands up and down while I squealed and struggled (at 6'1" and 242lbs. with arms big from lifting himself and wheeling the wheelchair he takes a bit of struggling) and said, "Take me! Take me Baby! Take me to the movies!" giggle giggle while I shrieked. I'm going to strangle this child! Child welfare services would take me into custody if he were any younger! But then, I threaten him with parental abuse charges! Of course, I do get even. After a very trying day, I had wine - on an empty stomach. Two glasses (dance on the table time). I ate two big pieces of Pizza - some chocolate popcorn (oh that is nasty stuff! not good for a dieter!) And some Hershey's kisses - I was yelling at my son to get me chocolate! Actually I had gone and tucked myself safely into bed so I wouldn't fall down - two glasses is my limit - my tongue was numb. He was really not happy with me. He gets worried I'll fall or do something weird. I told him I wasn't planning on driving. He was sooo upset - never saw me giggle too much - or look all red (my face flushes). I told him I was fine - I just wanted a man (and I told him which one) naked in my bed, NOW! That got him! He ran and hid in his room. He really needs to date something - well, more than date! At the hospital, being with him is like being with Fabio. He gives great hugs, lets all the women kiss him, cuddles them under his arm------And they all love it. We even get our drugs packed up early! He has asked the doctor for a prescription - for one redhead a day taken as needed. This of course, sets off all the nurses who are now helping him fill out the prescription properly. Dosage. Delivery. Amount. etc. EGAD! What have I raised! If he does the Mr. Romance competition------I'm not allowed to watch him on-stage - or so I've been told. We plan on entering him about 2-3 years from now- let him get well, get in shape, get ------ well, you know, the basics------ HE PROMISED if I get him a bowflex, he will enter! I will hold him to that promise. I believe in goals. He suggested that Fabio tell me how to loose weight so I can meet my goal. Right. |
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