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Originally Posted by Cake
I'm sure I'm not the only one who has been told that there is a really easy fix to our RSD that we should have thought of already.  For me, these range from drinking lots of orange juice to taking a magic vitamin pill.
But my 3.5 year old daughter got to the end of her tether with me recently. I've been in a lot of pain (see my other post if you want the details)
and she asked me to get her a drink. I was sitting on the lounge, at the other end of the house to the kitchen, and said I was too sore to walk there right now but Daddy will get her one in a minute.
She sighed, rolled her eyes and said "Mummy, it's not THAT hard! You just do this!" Then she turned her back to me and showed me what to do
"You do one foot" she said, as she stamped her left foot down "then you do the other foot" she then stamped her right foot down "then do the other foot again then go all the way to the kitchen! It's not hard, you know"
She did the movements very slowly, as if she was teaching the stupidest person in the world how to walk! So I humoured her  and said "Ohhhhhh I didn't know that! THANK YOU for teaching me!"
But I shouldn't have said that, as she then made me get up and try to do it myself. I tried, but I struggled as I really couldn't put my right foot on the floor, so before I knew it, she grabbed my right ankle and slammed it down on the floor!  "Like THAT Mum!" OMG I nearly died! It's VERY hard to hold your reaction in when you're in front of your kids and you feel pain like that!
But of course she meant well, so I smiled (through gritted teeth) and thanked her for showing me how to walk.  I would love it if it was as easy as she thinks, but unfortunately it's not!
Does anyone else have any funny stories about their kids' responses to their RSD? Or any comments you've had from people about how to be cured?
x Kate |
Kate,
are you wheelchair bound? If so, I didn't realize, I'm sorry....
But, you asked for a story with children, I've got lots!
I have two children, my son is 5 years older than my daughter. Perfect. (I thought). (29/24, now).
Wife #1, left when I got the RSD dx, and was put on methadone. She didn't want to be married to no drug addict!
(Yet, she went out and dated, so many druggies in the 'hood, and it ALL got back to me. I feel so sorry for those folks, who need to feed their weak ego's).
Anyway, I was left to raise my two little darlings. I put them both through private school, and that demanded that I participate in "activities", school bus rides to here and yonder.. It was great being Mr. Mom...
But, of the best, was "one particular school lunch". My first, I was called in to be a "helper"... no problem!
My little daughter, was great at waking up, and bringing me a cup of tea. (that way, I'd drive them to school, rather than they wait on the bus). OK, we're set.
I go to the school office, (people I know fairly well) and discover that the person I'm supposed to be "helping" is not coming in.
WHAT? (slightly screamed).
OK, I'm a master plumber, and have installed several commercial kitchens, but they all have their idiosyncrasies. I had to learn this one, fast! I must've had the secretary on the phone a dozen times, and it got to the point, that we were laughing.
Hot Dogs for lunch.
Besides this being a 34〫almost freezing rain and windy day, I had to carry so many of those Bread delivery trays, through the rain, to the kitchen, in the basement. 500' say? Ok. got them in.
Then, four of those GIANT, I'm guessing 25 gallon pots on the commercial gas stove, and boil the water.
The dogs are frozen, I throw them "gently" into the warming water.
Then, I need to find all the condiments! AGH!
I call the secretary, and say, "SEND MY KIDS" I need help!
They were stoked. My son is near ready to graduate, say 7th grade, my daughter, 5 years behind..so, 2nd grade. like that.
I (we) got doggies boilin' rolls being Opened, we gotta "roll the dogs", and wrap them. then, make sure the condiments are ready, for each room. (OH, Yea, we got special orders too).
Then, the beverages!!!!! Yikes!
Milk, Lowfat, Skim. OJ, grape, banana, and whatever kind of juice they might think of....
So, the "carriers", hahaha! I got even here.....
When they came in, (we had lists for each room, how many this and that), I said wake up guys! and gals, who did better of course... Count out your beverages, there's the refrigerator! (Son and Daughter helped). because we had to do an inventory!
Then come to me for the Hdogs! (son and daughter, indispensable now)!
This was getting fun, although I HURT like well, you know..... WHERE CAN I LAY DOWN?
I and my two children, fed the Entire School that damp, cold, windy, nasty day!
The entire school, let out 15 minute Late, that day!
I think they got less homework too!
Everyone talked to me @ the P/T meeting.
And, I'm so happy of it too!
As are my children. Every student and teacher in the school, gave them a pat on the back, and they not only got to
help serve and make lunch, but, got out of class for the afternoon!!
OMLord,
I had nightmares, of "Ghostbusters", remember where the Green Ghost, busts out of the hot dog cart, munching on
so many hot dogs? Yea, I still get that nightmare!
The Only point being, other than the extreme fun, and wonderful memory that "we" made that day, and all the
talk afterwards..... Is this...
Your Children are so prized.
What a wonderful way to make memories, and I wouldn't consider any others to be more special!
We've got to make that "Extra Leap" for our children.!
We don't want to raise them, with moaning and groaning.
Kate, I'm proud of you!
And, I could go on and on.
But, my children, (who by the way, don't speak to me now), are and always will be, my pride and joy!
Oh, I'm a grandfather now, too!
(Nobody told me, I found it on the internet)....
Gotta love those kids!
Be Blessed ya'll!
Pete
asb