On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

December, by the numbers....

• 8, trips to the doctor for various kids to be tested for strep, the fever-headache bug going around, or the pink eye Brett decided to sport. The nurse laughed nervously when I mentioned wanting my own personal parking space.
  

• 6, the number of stitches Curt needed the night he put a hatchet into his thigh cutting up firewood kindling.

• 4, the number of times I said "That is so cool." watching the doctor and student PA put in the sutures.

• 3, (approximate) weeks since I woke up snuggled up to Curt, head bent back, and realized that I'd pinched a nerve in my neck. I have been walking around, neck contorted, arm hanging limply at my side, trying to relieve the pain to no avail since.
  

• 6, types of narcotics, muscle relaxers, and steroids prescribed to me for said nerve pain; which manages to run from my neck, through my shoulder, down my arm, and into my hand.

• 3, number of times my doctor shrugged when I asked how long this will take to heal. Not coincidentally, the number of times I banged my head off of the exam table.
  

• 25903, the number of cracks my bones made when the Chiropractor tried to rip my head off in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on the nerve.

• 0, number of times I've been back to the Chiropractor.

• 32, the number of people, (kids and hubs included), that I had to buy for this year. Say it, "Thirty-two".

• 33, years aged on December 20

• 1, large gift basket from Godiva, sent by very sweet and very anxious-to-have-his-wife-in-a-better-mood husband.

• 6432, number of calories consumed from basket.

• 891685, number of cute or funny things that the kids have said or done recently, that I've neglected to document because of pity party. Will try to do better after the new year, promise.