Thursday, February 05, 2009

Sancochow

I can’t tell you how lucky I am to have such great friends and readers who have given me such nice birthday wishes through this blog, Facebook, Myspace, as well as through personal emails. Thank you! I also want to thank my beautiful wife who has truly shown me what unconditional love really is.

The night before my big day, I had fallen so hard on the floor - mostly on my left side. See, the thing is, when I’m home putzing around, I wear these chunky, platform flip flops because, well, I’m really short and I can’t reach things without them. While walking down the hallway into my bedroom to get dressed, I tripped over one of my flip flops and went tumbling down right onto my entire left side. Madelene was off that day and said all she saw were two feet lying horizontally outside of the door’s dwelling, and two flip flops flung off lying in different directions. This was the first time since I was a little kid that I cried over a slip and fall. It hurt that bad. I thought I had broken my leg, but luckily I didn’t.

Weird thing about this was, while crying over the pain, I started realizing that the pain was subsiding a little, but I was still crying. I must have sat on the floor for twenty minutes crying over other things besides the pain. It somehow must have released some sort of emotional box way deep down inside that tripped and fell open.

The rest of the day was fine. I was ok, but had some swelling on my entire left leg as well as my hip. (Big sign of aging right there!) When February 4th arrived, my birthday, I woke up to intense jabs of pain on my left side. I was laid up the entire day crying over the pain as well as emotional junk and, well, turning 35 and all. It was such a horrible combination, which made for a somber birthday. I had to take some pain killers and slept most of the day. But it wasn't all that bad! Madelene made me a wonderful breakfast, spent time with me and then picked up dinner from my favorite restaurant along with my favorite type of cake + ice cream to boot. (This will definitely cushion my wounded hip.) She even put candles on it and sang happy birthday. She knew I was a bit down and totally cheered me up, drew me a bubble bath with Epson salt, (another red flag of aging), lit up some scented candles, put on some soothing music and let me soak until I got all sancochow. (Soggy.)

So thanks to all my friends and readers who have cheered me up with your birthday wishes... And thank you, Madelene for making my life so wonderful!  I love you.

Now here's what my day looked like, and the finale is Madelene trying out for American Idol.

21 comments:

Jess said...

She wins! I lurved it! YAY!

Sorry you are old and shit and tripping over your own feet and blaming your shoes...

Just josh'n yas! 35...well, one of my best friends is 37, so you are still on the young side I say!

Tim said...

Throw those flip flops out!!!

Tim said...

And tell Madelene.... YOU ARE GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!!!

~Deb said...

Jess: I think I broke a hip.... RED FLAG??

Tim: Yeah my little singing angel, hehehe.... And I have my flip flops on right now, lying on the couch waiting for the grocery store to deliver for me...MEALS ON WHEELS---I am old. I'm in so much pain today though. Help!

Tim said...

Deb, Hope the pain fades. If this was the 70's, I would know how to get rid of the pain....LOL

Take care and dump the flips

~Just Me Miranda~ said...

I've had that too, I think just everything builds up and it takes just one lil thing to start sobbing like a baby.

35? pffft....just a baby!! Glad you got spoiled on your birthday.

~Deb said...

Tim: I was so tempted to have a glass of wine or two but I held out. Too bad I'm allergic to the 'good stuff'---gives me bad paranoia. And no...the flips stay unless I grow 3 more inches in my YOUTH.

Miranda: Yeah, lots stored up but I guess it was the only way for it to purge. *sigh* Yeah 35 is supposed to be prime age, right? OR...the start of menopause. Eek.

Leesa said...

35 is a bit young for menopause.

Glad you enjoyed most of your day! And why three candles? For your thirties?

Anonymous said...

Deb: 35 is young. I ran my best marathon at 35. It also doesn't seem that long ago. I can remember what I was doing in Feb '74 like yesterday. You were born on a Monday.

Glad you had a nice birthday. The cake and ice cream were nice touches and it was a nice video.

I'm going with the rest of the crowd: ditch the platform flip flops.

Kevin

~Deb said...

Leesa: 35 is "prime" for women, right? Madelene put 3 candles because...well...no more could fit really!

Kevin: Yes! Monday morning at 1am, feet first! (Breech baby here.) Thanks for the comment about the video and NO NO NO I will not throw out the platforms. I need HEIGHT! ::

Just_because_today said...

Sancochow...that is a very colombian dish and my very favorite.
No comments on the shoes.

~Deb said...

Just_Because_Today: It's a PR dish too. It's called sancocho (without the "w")... I only know that because of Madelene. She has been cooking me so much PR food and teaching me a lot of Spanish. Ella solo me hablas en espanol, asi yo puedo aprender.
(I hope I said that right! She's been teaching me to write too.)

Mona said...

Happy Birthday ! I am sorry about the fall though...

Thank you for visiting my blog!

~Deb said...

Thanks, Mona! :)

the walking man said...

I have come to the realization that 35 is the crest of the wave old girl. But on the other hand I was out to sea when you started poopin' in diapers so I can say with some authority that the trip(unless it's over your height support) ain't so bad.

MADELENE...July 28th No singing necessary but I would like that breakfast.

Be well and fear free Deb.

laughingwolf said...

belated yappy barfday, my friend...

hope the soreness is gone, quickslike :D

~Deb said...

The Walking Man: I get the "crest of the wave" part, but where does "old girl" come in? Choose your next words wisely my friend...(heh) And Madelene will gladly cook you a nice breakfast along with some dining music as she sings like a beautiful bird. (*snickers*) Don't be hatin'. We have muzzles in these parts.

LaughingWolf: Why thank you...I think? The soreness is subsiding a bit. Flip flops have been flung, however the coffee can was way too high to reach and fell on top of me this morning. I'm just too damn short!

the walking man said...

ha hahahaha ahahaha ahahaaahhhaaaaahaaaaa <---next words

~Deb said...

*pokes you in the ribs*

laughingwolf said...

lol... at 6'4", i don't have your prob :P

and yeah, twas meant in jest, or is that 'ingest'? hahahahaha

Ricardo said...

Happy Birthday to you Deb!!! Put some ice on those bruises. Sounds painful.