Vision is doing great. Well, teenager great. She got up Saturday, took a shower, got dressed and planned her day as if she hadn't had surgery the day before. She was done with the ice pack Saturday evening, slept all night with no meds, and got up Sunday griping about the fact that she was stuck in this house and just needed to get out and DO something. Nevermind that Veritas came home and the entire bunch was here Saturday night watching movies 'til midnight. Nevermind that everyone came back over for lunch Sunday and we had a fish fry. So, we girls all went to Target and Vision was perfectly happy shopping. She was also perfectly happy while we watched the movie,"Twilight".
Veritas is not perfectly happy with Twilight. She thinks, and I tend to agree, that Edward acts like a creepy stalker for the entire movie. And, what kind of movie makes teenage girls adore and embrace creepy stalkers? My guess would be this:
Teenage girls want someone to love them, often in a manner just shy of creepy stalker, they love the bad boys, but they also want the bad boy to love them so much they stop being bad boys, or vampires as the case may be, just because they love the girl so much they're willing to become good creepy stalkers.
Which isn't a great improvement, but it's back within the realm of normal teenage interaction, is it not? The teenage boy is simulateously torn between his own rampaging desires that potentially destroy the one he loves and loving her enough to do the right thing against all his instincts. How many could possibly get this right?
Back to the movie, my literal daughter, Valentine said, "He's going to have to turn her into a vampire eventually because he's 17. A few more years of him eternally 17 and her growing older and she's a child molester."
Tonight Vision's testy and back with the ice, because she hates the sling and sleeping on her back is seriously hacking her off. Notice, there isn't much grousing about actual pain. It's all about irritation and discomfort, so I'd say she's in excellent shape for the shape she's in.
As an aside, I'd like to mention my personal favorite "sick" moment. I was home with Daddy. I had the flu. It was Sunday morning. Mom and Hen had gone on to church. Daddy was feeding me fudge bars and asprin in the living room and we were watching "Lassy." Frustrated with the plot pace, Daddy finally looked at me, looked at the television, and announced to Timmy, "It's Lassy, you dumbass, go with her."
Even as I type that, it brings a smile to my face. As I keep telling my children, life is about the humor and the gratitude. It's good to laugh every day. It's good to appreciate all the blessings you have every day. Are we not called to be of good cheer and count our blessings?
Also, don't be a dumbass.