Some things will always and forever remain the same from person to person, family to family, generation to generation.
Especially during colds and flu season.
Seriously Hazel, don’t touch Fallon’s ticket…at least until you feel better. I sure hope that it is very soon.
Today I have been suffering through an eye twitchy kind of headache. I’m sure the coffee house barista was concerned as he asked me twice if I wanted decaf.
No, I need my caffeine, dammit!
I am fairly confident that I did not say that out loud. I mean, my latte was just as delicious as ever and barista-guy wished me a wonderful day as he always does.
I’m trying to imagine that the ridiculousness of that rambling stream of consciousness I watched about the saving of Carrier, Mexico, someone’s son and the pride the unseen someone must be feeling, along with walls being built— walls with doors might have brought this on.
Better yet, I am telling myself it is the absurdity of the school calling me AND emailing me in order to inform me that my son’s illness is not an excused absence only to apologize when I questioned their notification because since when is it a bad thing to keep a sick, feverish child home from school?! Short staffing is the reason for marking Daniel’s absence unexcused after receiving my message on the attendance line as to why he would not be in school. What?! That’s the attendance clerk’s story—and perhaps a contributing factor to the eye twitching throbbing.
It could also have been brought on by the sleep deprivation that is night shift nurse life and caring for your sick child.
But then there was this.
A 26 year old treasure gifted to me shortly after I received my RN shattered—and what put me over the edge today.
Gawd I hope that this isn’t a metaphor of what is to come this final month and holiday season.
I’m just going to sit in this quiet corner and focus on the pretty, pretty lights. The lights are good. It’s warm. It’s bright. The light will heal that which is broke and, hopefully, the eye twitchy headache.
This week in Epic Mom Fails, I sent my kid to school sick. Me, trying not to feed and encourage the Man-Cold Beast, assures him the occasional, dry cough over the holiday weekend is just allergies and he is fine…and he believes me! So off to school he goes Monday morning and the only thing I feel guilty about at the drop-off is the fact that it is 48° and he is wearing basketball shorts. That cough is just allergies.
Monday afternoon pick-up he is flushed, feverish and that cough is wheezy and rattly and, he reports, has been bugging him ALL DAY.
Why didn’t you come to the office and ask to go home?
You told me that it was allergies.
Epic. Mom. Fail.
And as I beat myself up with all the mom-guilt while we wait to see the pediatrician, he takes my hand and tells me that he hasn’t been this sick since he was in third grade. Actually the last time he was this sick, he was in sixth grade. But looking at that face I don’t have the heart to correct him. Plus I am trying to not to feed the Man-Cold Beast.
Those allergies are actually a raging sinus infection and bronchitis. My I-Am-A-Healthcare-Professional took a serious hit this afternoon.
It’s colds and flu season, y’all. get your flu shots and wash your hands early and often.
There is much I could write about right now and share with you but I am distracted by the snot that has impacted my sinus cavities in the epic way that only a summer cold can and I am distracted by the cold meds…and the dreams that the cold meds seem to inspire. But most of all, I am distracted by how good Level 7 looks on me.
Of course virtual animation does add about 10 pounds on you.
I am also a little distracted, and excited, about the wild Pikachu Hazel helped her Mima capture while we were walking around The Big Top neighborhood park just around the corner.
The Pikachu that I might have been searching for in vain the last couple of days…in my spare time of course because waste my time on PokemomGo?!…Seriously, life is using time given to you. You can not recall lost time. Don’t forget that.
You’re welcome for that heartwarming quote from Pokemon Games!
She is totally a Pikachu lure which just might be one of the many reasons why she is spending the night here under The Big Top. I’m hoping she can lure Squirtle too.
Repeat after me:
I’m not getting sick. I’m a-choo not getting sick. I’m not a-choo get a-choo ting sick. a-choo I’m not getting a-choo a-choo a-choo sick.
To be repeated over and over again while sipping lots of hot, green tea with lemon.
It’s okay to occasionally take a break and nap and perhaps read something interesting like Florence Is Dead’s take on nurses passing off the bubonic plague as allergies since the 1960s.
I’m not getting a-choo sick…