Thankfully my son spent most of Sunday night with his mother, so he didn’t see Canada lose to the US in their last game of the preliminary round at the Olympics. I don’t think a two-month old needs to be subjected to that much negative energy.
Victor and I did watch the early game on Sunday, in which Russia beat the Czech Republic 5-3, but only because his mommy had to run some errands for a few hours. Otherwise I probably would have slept most of the day… I’ve had a major toothache since Saturday night.
It’s my last large molar on the lower left side. It was supposed to be pulled over a year ago, but the infection went away and — as they were freezing my face — I decided to keep it. So far the Advil and OraGel are keeping the edge off, but I basically spent all of Sunday waiting for the time when I could take the next Advil.
It really is the last one. If it gets pulled I’ll have to get a partial denture.
But I shouldn’t be complaining about pain… Victor got his vaccinations on Friday. I missed it because of a miscommunication with his mother. I thought it was just a checkup / weighing in session. They shoot the vaccines into the kids thigh, but Victor took it all like a little dude. My girlfriend said he cried when they went in, but calmed right down afterwards.
There was a slight up-tick in his temperature for a few hours, but so far no autism. Fingers crossed.
He did have a toxic crap, however. Back when we had his circumcision done the nurses had to light candles in the washroom because Victor filled his diaper. Then he had gas so bad they had to open the main door and set up a fan. On Friday, according to my girlfriend, they had to do it all over again.
Seeing as how those are the only two times Victor has been there, I’m wondering if they think we’re feeding him sauerkraut and goats milk.
It was ironic timing for Victors vaccinations. I spent most of the past ten days trying to write something about the anti-vaccination movement — they think vaccines cause autism, and mimic the anti-mental health movement’s advocacy methods. I finally, finally, managed to finish it Friday morning around 4am, which caused me to sleep until the early afternoon, which meant I missed the call regarding my sons vaccinations.
I’ve missed a few appointments recently. My girlfriend takes Victor to a local church every Tuesday to have him weighed, and checked out by a nurse. It’s also a gathering with other local mothers and their infants. She’s been doing it since Victor was born, but I haven’t been to one yet because… well, it’s at 9am, and she told me I don’t have to go.
Neither seems like a decent reason.
I only spent a couple of days with Victor this week. I have an excuse, I’m just not sure about the quality. I spent most of the week in a truly foul mood because I was so frustrated with how the anti-vaccine post wasn’t coming together. I spent a lot of time banging on my desk and swearing.
I get temperamental like that when I can’t get the words to sit right. I’m still not happy with the piece — I hate the lede — but it’s done.
So Victor and I didn’t have a lot of time for movies and music. I did download the entire Pink Floyd discography while he was here. So now his huge brain has taken in “Atom Heart Mother”, “A Saucerful Of Secrets”, “Meddle” and “The Final Cut.” So far we seem to have the same taste in music, which is a good start in any relationship.
He also seems to like ‘Supertramp’ and ‘The Cardigans’. I think this coming week will have more Canadian content. Maybe some Oscar Peterson… maybe some French Canadian stuff.
The two of us watched “Catch-22” on Saturday night. His mom fell asleep on my couch around the time Yossarian saves the Italian town by dumping his bombs in the Mediterranean.
Weird factoid… Susanne Benton, the exceptionally beautiful actress who played Orson Welles’ girlfriend in Catch-22, was born on February 3, just like me. It’s nice to have that as an ice breaker if we ever meet.
Victor and I also saw “The Blues Brothers” again. I think he’s getting to be a serious Cab Calloway fan.
My son and his mom also watched “Charly”, the Cliff Robertson movie about a “retarded” man who undergoes surgery and becomes a genius. It’s a love story I rented for Valentines Day. I still haven’t seen it… my girlfriend liked the story, but got freaked out at the 1968 special effects.
Sweet fucking Jesus my mouth hurts.