In the sick tank
So worried about my babygirl, she woke up sick again yesterday with flu-like symptoms. She went to the doc, who informed her she didn’t have the flu or strep, just a bad virus with flu-like symptoms. So I’m on the way to work this morning when my phone rings. It’s her, in tears and can’t even hardly talk. Apparently, she says, she’s been misdiagnosed because she has this huge lump in her throat and can barely swallow. She has constant chills associated with fever. We’re trying to get her back into the doc this morning, umm strike that – she WILL get back in there this morning.
Just made the call and got her in around 11 today. You never stop worrying about your kids no matter how old they are, and wishing the illness upon yourself instead. God, the worst was last March when she had her wisdom teeth removed and the oral surgeon didn’t administer the proper amount of novacaine. She came out of the anesthesia in screaming pain. It took several hours to finally get the pain meds to kick in, and by that time she had exhausted herself into pretty much passing out. Which she did actually pass out once in the bathroom, thankfully her father was standing behind her at the time and caught her when she fell backwards. Her Dad and I both shed tears for the kid that day. I can only imagine what parents of kids with serious illnesses must go through, having to watch their kids suffer.
There are constant blessings all around us. One has only to look around to see them.
Update:
She just got out of the doctor and was very pleased with the doctor she saw today. This man is actually one of the top Internal Medicine MD’s in our entire state, he makes the list every year – I’ve seen him many times in the past myself. Sure enough, there is an infection going on in her throat as well as tonsillitis. He mandated antibiotics for her illness (wonder why the doctor yesterday couldn’t have done that??). Even though she was told yesterday that she didn’t have a fever (she has been really concerned about the chills) he assured her that she did, just most likely wasn’t registering because everyone’s average body temp is on a different scale. Thank goodness we still have a few people out there who know what they’re doing when it comes to our health. I shudder to think of what we’ll be enduring soon if we get pushed into public healthcare.
A Breather
Yeah I’m breathing again. It’s nice to have the hustle and bustle behind me, I feel somewhat relieved. Not meaning to sound like Scrooge or anything.
Yesterday was nice. We did my boyfriends family’s Christmas at his Mom’s house, who supplied us with good food and good fellowship. These folks make me feel comfortable, almost as if I’ve known them for years.
We got back to our side of town and exchanged our gifts to each other while having a few drinks. I’ve gotta say, this man ‘o mine WAY overdid it with me – I’m not used to being spoiled like that.
Today I plan on seeing what Dad is doing, I still haven’t seen him for Christmas. At least the rain is gone, we actually had flash flooding in some areas around here. The bad news is the rain is forecasted to return during our New Years beach trip next week. Crossing my fingers tightly in hopes of that one going the other way.
Christmas Day
Merry Christmas, everyone. It is literally a torrential downpour out there this morning, but it’s ‘warm’ in a sense, and we need the rain. My plants are lovin’ it.
We had a truly awesome Christmas Eve here last night. It was quaint, with the guests consisting of my daughter, my Mom and her husband, and my guy. The meal turned out great, although I admit I did stress over it just a bit. Although the turkey was initially uncooperative, it turned out very tender and tasty.
Everybody got here around five-ish. I popped open a bottle of pinot grigio, while the guys opted for a beer. We all sat around the table and talked for an hour or so before dinner. My daughter has such a good sense of humor that we were all constantly kept in stitches (umm she gets that from me, haha!).
The event of the night happened when we ‘let’ Camille (my spoiled cat) open her gift that my boyfriend had gotten her. It was one of those spring-loaded tunnels with a window with which to climb in and out of, and even has touch-sensored lights that go around the darn thing!! She LOVED it, and we got a lot of laughter out of watching her play with it.
When everybody left about nine, my daughter and I popped open a fresh bottle of wine and opened our gifts to each other. We really had a good time together and I’ll have to say her being here has made my Christmas. Additionally, she taught me how to use a traditional wine bottle opener. Big smile! A little into the evening her Dad started texting her. He’s in CO for the holidays with his girlfriend and her family. I know he’s missing her something fierce, and I really felt for him in that way last night. He’s never been away from her at Christmas, and well, that’s one thing that will never change – that girl is both of our hearts. Even with us now having parted ways, let’s face it – she’s the one thing that we will always have in common, and share a deep understanding of within each other.
It’s Christmas morning now, and I’m getting ready to cook a light breakfast and wake my lil’ 21-yr old up to get her stocking. This afternoon I’m going to my guy’s Mother’s house where we’ll visit his family, and I’m looking forward to that. Tonight, he and I will do our Christmas back at his house. A beautiful Christmas it was this year – much better than the last. I may still get over to Daniel Stowe and see the lights before it’s all said and done.
And oh, I forgot – another first happened for me last night when my daughter talked me into using my dishwasher for the first time here. I’ve lived here a year and a half and didn’t even know if the thing worked. Come to find out – it works quite well. 🙂
Christmas Eve
This will be a short and to-the-point update, since my guests will be arriving in around 3 short hours.
Christmas Eve is at my place this year. I’m enjoying the thought of it, that is until I get an uncooperative turkey breast who doesn’t want to roast sitting up like a good boy, but instead is lazy and wants to lay on his side. I just gave up and decided to let him have his way, we’ll see how it turns out. There will be plenty of other dishes to enjoy if his little nap turns out to be the demise of our main dish.
I braved the annual last-minute rush at Walmart this morning, yes on Christmas Eve. I got there at 8am and it really wasn’t bad at all. I had my six errands done and was back home by about 10:30. Not bad, all in all. If our paychecks had gone in yesterday like was planned, I wouldn’t have had to do all this running around today. It kept me on my toes though, and I thank God that my check went in at all.
My babygirl is spending Christmas with me this year. It’s only been about a year and a half since her Daddy and I split up, so really we’re still kind of green as to how to re-tradition the holiday events. I have clean sheets on her bed – clean comforter and the works. Extra fabric softener added to the wash has the whole room smelling good. But, if she decides to sleep with me tonight that’ll be fine too. The extra room does tend to get a little drafty.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll go over to my bf’s mother’s place, where his family will be gathering. I’m looking forward to that and I know he is too.
Gentle readers, I wish for you all a very Merry Christmas. Let’s not forget to wish Jesus a Happy Birthday!
The Long Lost Journal
The night I found it, the contents that I read kept me awake. I had placed it back in the box I found it in, along with some old pictures, planning to keep it buried. The era was 1991-1992. Oh, my simple little young mind. Still in the beginning years of what turned out to be a 21-year marriage. Everything seemed so black and white back then.
There were a handful of poems I’d written in the journal, a short one I would like to post today. It was written for my daughter, who was not quite four years old at the time. I remember writing it, my heart swelling with love as I’d glance over at her. I recall wondering how she would look when she was older, what she would end up doing professionally, who she would marry. Somehow, I knew even back then her strength would know no bounds.
Her and I had a conversation a couple nights ago that reminded me just how mature she is for her age. She mentioned the time when she was still with her now ex-boyfriend, who she loved more than life itself. She told me, “Mom, I know he’s a great person – just a bad boyfriend.” Even at her young age, she was strong enough to let a relationship go because she knew it was destructive for her. She recognized patterns of behavior that weren’t acceptable. Could I, would I have been that strong at 21 years of age? Obviously not. I’m convinced that strength comes in spurts, and at different times in your life. Mine was just saving up ’til now.
My Julia….
It seems so many years
Since the day when you were born
I’m blessed I feel, as I recall
there will come many more.
You’re more than I ever asked for
So innocent and true
Already my dreams are answered
If there’s nothing else you do.
Believe me, bug, that when I tell
My dreams of you to some
They know, as I, that you’ll succeed
That you’ve already won.
(2-27-92)
Life of Bon 
Recent Comments