All is well. He spiked a fever, but fever reducers and pain medications are on board. I've heard his voice, twice, which felt good. He's asleep now. Damn it! I feel like I should be sleeping in one of those stupid chairs!
Well. I haven't heard from Daddy, but the future mother-in-law said he's out of surgery, and feeling pukey. She's a mess, playing his favorite music, and trying not to climb the walls, just like me. *sigh* Come on, sweetheart. Feel better and pick up your phone. I just want to know your okay.
GO3SBOTHWAY5, I know you're not the rude attacking guy. That's not who you are. I know that. I was just bragging on your intelligence to the person who thought you must have an IQ of 70 or below, because obviously you don't, if morse code occurs to you. How are you? Okay?
I see. It sorta sounds like she got the right answer from him as far as tending to real babies goes. I was definitely afraid that changing my own baby's diapers was going to be a turn-on, and was very glad to be proved wrong. In fact, it sort of had a moderating effect on my own diaper use. Diapers suddenly seemed less like pleasure and more like mundane business.
Oh golly...I'm not sure what to add! I don't have a mommy, per se, and though I've been intimate with women in ways that might appeal to ABs/littles, the context of that intimacy has been...well..."something else." I'm not sure I could lend much forward momentum to this particular discussion.
You stuck your foot in your mouth? Where and when? Maybe just don't tell me and pull it out before I notice! Definitely not ticked at anybody. And thanks for asking if I'm ok. Not sure if you saw my forum post last night, but Dad passed away this last weekend. My world has been changed irreversibly, and the old "ok" no longer applies, no matter how much I want it to. I'll be working on warming up to a new "ok" for a long while, I think. I haven't mentioned this anywhere else yet, but as I drove home to an empty house last night (wife took the kids to Great Wolf Lodge, a waterpark resort, to distract them from their grandpa's passing), I had the sudden impulse to stop and get myself a pacifier. I ended up with a two-pack of MAM 16+ Months pacifiers. The nipples are definitely small for my big mouth, but they were still fun and relaxing, especially when paired with diapers and a cozy bed. I now need to do a little research into adult-sized pacifiers. Any recommendations?
Oh, I see. Well, short of looking it up (which would be cheating!!), I'd have to guess that the brakes work like the drum brakes on a car. On a car, the drum brakes are used for (among other things) the parking/emergency brake. You pull the lever or step on the brake pedal, and the calipers inside the drum open up and grip the inner surface.
Probably same for a wheelchair.
I'm topic-starved too, I'm afraid. Mind erasure is what I'm seeking. Super Dad still is. Yes, that was a complete sentence. He and Mom will be up for Thanksgiving, which'll be nice. Unfortunately, they're working on his will right now, which has meant awkward questions about which of his possessions I'd like to be first in line to receive. I'm not great at answering those questions. I'd rather he just stick around!