I don't remember having strep throat a lot when I was a child, so why is it kicking my ass now as an adult? It seems that since I hit my 30's I get strep at least once a year and that once a year always seems to be in March. Hell, last March I had it twice. That's two times the fuckery if you ask me. So last week when Ryan was sick as hell with the flu and strep I knew my time was coming.
When I didn't catch it right away I started to get a little cocky thinking I had dodged it this time. I was giving strep my best Jesse Pinkman imitation thinking that I wasn't going to catch it.
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But just like every time you get cocky about something it turns around to bite you in the ass. I woke up Wednesday morning so sick I thought I was dying. And that's not just me being dramatic! I couldn't sit up without getting dizzy, my throat burned so bad it felt like the devil himself was dancing on my tonsils, and my body ached. I imagine I looked a bit like this.
">Saturday, March 29, 2014
It's Nice To Be Taken Care Of
I was so ill I had to call my mom to drive me to the doctor, if that tells you anything. What it should tell you is that it doesn't matter how old you are, when you're sick as hell you just want your mommy to take care of you! I am not embarrassed to admit that all I wanted was to be taken care of. And I was. My mom made homemade chicken noodle soup,my dad delivered it, and Ryan made sure I took my medicine (because I am the world's worst about that)and bless his heart, he woke up in the middle of the night when I had the chills so bad I was shaking the bed and helped me get bundled up in fleece pants, a jacket, and two blankets. My kiddos made sure I always had a popsicle in my hand and my in-laws took over the school drop off and pick ups for me. In short, I felt like total shit, but I felt incredibly loved. I didn't even mind that no one sang "Soft Kitty" to me.
And yes, I just now figured out how to insert GIFs into my posts and I love it!! I can do it because this is my blog and
And now I'm done. :)
Friday, March 14, 2014
99.99%
99.99% of the time I wonder if I am doing enough to help Joshua. The whole medication issue has been a giant pain in the ass and I hate that in order to find what works he has to first be subjected to all the things that don't. The last few days have been kind of rough and as I watched my boy struggle I have felt more helpless than ever.
Today, however, he was in an amazing mood. Smiling, joking, laughing, full of affection. I loved every minute of it and could not have thought of a way to have made it more perfect.
We went to Olive Garden for Natalie's birthday dinner, (I have no idea why that was her pick being that the last two times we've been there she ordered chicken fingers and fries, but anyhoo. Her birthday, her choice) and Joshua was still cutting up and being a goober. And when I say he was being a goober I mean that in the best way possible. That kid has a sense of humor like no other.
Now, I don't remember how we got on the subject, who brought it up or any other insignificant details, but the words that my baby boy said are not just etched in my memory, they're burned into my heart.
Joshua: Mom, did you and Dad buy me at the awesome store? Because I am AWESOME!
Me: yes, you are awesome.
Joshua: and I was an awesome deal because I came with Aspergers!
Of course I couldn't see my own expression when he said this, but I saw Ryan's and I'm sure it looked the same as mine. Shock. Pride. The funny look you get when you're trying really hard not to cry and instead look like you're constipated. Not a pretty picture to give but you know what I mean.
Joshua said that with such confidence that I felt like my heart was going to burst. He OWNED it. For the first time ever it felt like he wasn't going to let his diagnosis get him down. He was strong, and tough, and ready to kick Aspergers in the ass because it was not going to kick his first.
And for the first time, I felt 100% certain that we had done something right.
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