The closer we get to Thursday, the harder I chew on my gel nails. They're really starting to hurt, I need to go get them babies fixed or yanked off... I'm dreading this trip, feeling completely helpless and praying we see Dayton's grandpa in time. Please Lord, hear my prayer! We've been told to pack our funeral clothes...
It's so hard not to be selfish at a time like this. I just want more time, you know? The man's always been good to me, even when I knew he was seriously frustrated with me, especially when we played cards. He always wanted me as a partner, but Lord knows it had nothing to do with my poker face. I think he just enjoyed to see me squirm under his scrutiny. "Lou, you have a partner you know! Think about what I may have in my hand." My all time favorite: "Can you not count to fifteen girl?" Ahhh yes... He knew how to make a girl come close to tears. But underneath that tough exterior, I know that he'd give me the shirt off his back. There is a sensitive side to Jerry too. I know he loves us, never had a doubt. It breaks my heart to think I may not see him alive again. It breaks my heart to see him alive and in pain. I'm a mess...
Dayton on the other hand is doing just fine. Looking at him, you'd never know our family was going through tough times. This would be autism's blessing. His biggest concern is getting on that plane, and being bored because he doesn't know anyone there and his friends can't come with us. Neither can the cat, or his playstation. "What am I going to do forever?!" Little drama king...
Dayton's school has been super supportive. The guidance counselor sent home a couple of books on flying, and an interactive social story for Dayton to present to the class when we get back home.
Dayton's teacher sent us a huge package today, filled with books for Dayton to read, sight word cards for Dayton and I to go over, and lots of writing material to help Dayton learn how to write. She then called me after school to let me know she doesn't expect us to do all of the work (thank goodness! I just saw the package!), to do as much or as little as we can, and that we were in her thoughts during this tough time.
I finally got to see the doctor this morning, and guess what? Good news and bad. I'm not contagious, so I can visit with Jerry. Bad news is I have bronchitis and a sinus infection. Awesome... Thursday is going to be a super long day...
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Soooooo Sick...
Ugh. Flu season struck early in my home. It seems as though since the first school day of this year, I've been spending my day time hours popping cold medications, knocking back DayQuil shooters like a morning alcoholic and taking random naps. Unfortunately, I've developed another horrible habit... My sinuses have become so congested, I'm beyond Kleenex and steaming showers... I need a plumber's snake. Maybe I'll just stick to alternating between the Drixoral and Otravin nasal sprays... Seems a bit less dangerous. Yes, I confess, I've become a nasal spray junkie. I love my Drixoral nasal spray, and get down right irritated and itchy if I can't find the bottle for my next hit. Who said being sick couldn't be fun?
My afternoons are reserved for Dayton. Getting him home from the bus after school is always fun. Dayton doesn't care that mom's sick, it doesn't even phase him that I am so hot, I wear my tee-shirt and shorts outside in the mornings while he's bundled up in his sweater, jeans and a warm jacket. By the time he gets home from school, I'd better be ready to rock and roll baby. This was not the case yesterday...
My babe got off the bus, and he looked so sad! He looked ready to cry! When I asked him "what happened buddy," he just dropped his back pack and jacket, sat on the pavement and said "mamma, I'm sick. My tummy hurts."
I picked my babe up off the pavement and gave him a piggy back ride back home. After settling him on the couch with his cat, I ran back outside to get his jacket and back pack. By the time I got back, Dayton was begging for "medicine mamma... Make it go away." My poor baby!
I held and rocked my baby, cuddled him tight to me and watched cartoons. I'm a cuddly kind of gal, and I relished every moment of the cuddles. We didn't even look at his back pack. Didn't do homework, didn't study our spelling words for Friday's test. We just 'hung out' and cuddled. And it felt sooooooooo good!!!
For those of you with kids on the autism spectrum, you know what I'm talking about. When do we ever get to cuddle with our kids? For those of you with kids not on the spectrum, let me tell you. Almost NEVER. Almost.
The only time Dayton allows me to cuddle with him is when he's sick. He really doesn't feel well if he sits beside me long enough for me to wrap my arms around him. These moments are so rare! As a mother, I want to cuddle with my baby, but my baby doesn't really care to cuddle back with me. So, I steal these moments with my son, and while I don't wish harm to my babe, don't want him to be sick, I also cherish the moment of intimacy with him. Does this make me a bad mom? I hope and I pray not.
Of course, being born a woman and a Catholic, I didn't stand a chance... I feel guilty, not only for enjoying my son finally cuddling with me on account of his having a sore tummy, but not doing his homework, and I cat breed true by doze. Today doesn't look much better. Ugh. Oooh, I know, a good shot of DayQuil, a squirt of Drixoral and a nice nap will make it all better! Oh, and maybe a little gravol to stop today's visitor, Mr. Nausea...
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
My afternoons are reserved for Dayton. Getting him home from the bus after school is always fun. Dayton doesn't care that mom's sick, it doesn't even phase him that I am so hot, I wear my tee-shirt and shorts outside in the mornings while he's bundled up in his sweater, jeans and a warm jacket. By the time he gets home from school, I'd better be ready to rock and roll baby. This was not the case yesterday...
My babe got off the bus, and he looked so sad! He looked ready to cry! When I asked him "what happened buddy," he just dropped his back pack and jacket, sat on the pavement and said "mamma, I'm sick. My tummy hurts."
I picked my babe up off the pavement and gave him a piggy back ride back home. After settling him on the couch with his cat, I ran back outside to get his jacket and back pack. By the time I got back, Dayton was begging for "medicine mamma... Make it go away." My poor baby!
I held and rocked my baby, cuddled him tight to me and watched cartoons. I'm a cuddly kind of gal, and I relished every moment of the cuddles. We didn't even look at his back pack. Didn't do homework, didn't study our spelling words for Friday's test. We just 'hung out' and cuddled. And it felt sooooooooo good!!!
For those of you with kids on the autism spectrum, you know what I'm talking about. When do we ever get to cuddle with our kids? For those of you with kids not on the spectrum, let me tell you. Almost NEVER. Almost.
The only time Dayton allows me to cuddle with him is when he's sick. He really doesn't feel well if he sits beside me long enough for me to wrap my arms around him. These moments are so rare! As a mother, I want to cuddle with my baby, but my baby doesn't really care to cuddle back with me. So, I steal these moments with my son, and while I don't wish harm to my babe, don't want him to be sick, I also cherish the moment of intimacy with him. Does this make me a bad mom? I hope and I pray not.
Of course, being born a woman and a Catholic, I didn't stand a chance... I feel guilty, not only for enjoying my son finally cuddling with me on account of his having a sore tummy, but not doing his homework, and I cat breed true by doze. Today doesn't look much better. Ugh. Oooh, I know, a good shot of DayQuil, a squirt of Drixoral and a nice nap will make it all better! Oh, and maybe a little gravol to stop today's visitor, Mr. Nausea...
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
Monday, 1 August 2011
On The Mend
It's been an uphill battle with my kidney stone issue. The little bugger got blasted two weeks ago today, and let me tell you, I don't wish this pain on my worst enemy, not even on the people who have discriminated against my boy. I've passed some of the broken stone since my lithotripsy procedure (a whole new world of pain there), but there is still a chunk left in my left ureter. The little bugger won't go away even after being pulverized. A true pain in the side like this deserves a name of its own... I think I'll call it Glenda.
Anyways... thank God for grandparents. I had been hospitalized for nearly a week, so Dayton had to go spend some time with grandma Karen and grandpa Hans. Glen, Dayton's daddy, forgot to give Dayton his medication for two nights in a row, then calls me at the hospital to ask me what he should do. After giving him advice, he decided to do the complete opposite of what I told him to do. Wonderful. Mental note: mothers are not allowed to get sick.
When I tried to explain my home situation to Doogie Howser MD, and how Dayton needs his momma to get home ASAP, and that Dayton doesn't really care if I'm in pain or feeling sick, or am taking a naked jog through a busy mall on Boxing Day slapping people in the head screaming "you are healed,"... His needs don't stop, so neither can I. "Give me some pain meds and send me home, fix me already!!!" The young pup of a urologist looked at me as though I had a third eye growing out of my forehead.
I am home now, and I thank you all who have been kind enough to email me with your concern about the inactive state of Autism Diva Help. I apologize for neglecting my readers. I'm feeling a bit better and feel my mind is a wee bit clearer without the fog of pain medications.
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
Anyways... thank God for grandparents. I had been hospitalized for nearly a week, so Dayton had to go spend some time with grandma Karen and grandpa Hans. Glen, Dayton's daddy, forgot to give Dayton his medication for two nights in a row, then calls me at the hospital to ask me what he should do. After giving him advice, he decided to do the complete opposite of what I told him to do. Wonderful. Mental note: mothers are not allowed to get sick.
When I tried to explain my home situation to Doogie Howser MD, and how Dayton needs his momma to get home ASAP, and that Dayton doesn't really care if I'm in pain or feeling sick, or am taking a naked jog through a busy mall on Boxing Day slapping people in the head screaming "you are healed,"... His needs don't stop, so neither can I. "Give me some pain meds and send me home, fix me already!!!" The young pup of a urologist looked at me as though I had a third eye growing out of my forehead.
I am home now, and I thank you all who have been kind enough to email me with your concern about the inactive state of Autism Diva Help. I apologize for neglecting my readers. I'm feeling a bit better and feel my mind is a wee bit clearer without the fog of pain medications.
Consider yourselves hugged,
Lou
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