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Surviving Stomach Death Flu
Jan 17th
Thankfully I survived the Stomach Death Flu of 2010. I’m much, much better now thanks to finally getting some good rest. I didn’t want to get the kids sick, so I locked myself in my bedroom with Gatorade.
Mitchell and Gage had a “boys night” of root beer, pizza and staying up past Gage’s bedtime. Gage has shown interest in the planets and astrology, so Mitchell found Gage some Solar System posters for his bedroom at the dollar store. I do wonder if Mitchell and I are the only parents who get extra excited over finding toys the kids can learn from, not just tear up and throw in a toy box. But, that’s another post. So they came home and Gage learned about the different planets. Gotta love geeky dads and their ideas for a boy’s night!
Mom took Chloe Friday for me and kept her until Gage and I went to get her last night. My favorite Gage quote of the night: “That (patience) sure takes a lot of work, GG.” (when I told him he had to be patient and wait to get his paints out.
So now that I have energy, I guess we are going to spend family day cleaning house since mommy was out of pocket most of the week.
Stomach Death Flu 2010
Jan 15th
Mommies are pretty bad ass. Not only do we work and raise children, we also keep the house, do the laundry, cook meals, take care of daddies…. does the list stop? Time is a luxury we don’t have. Being sick is definitely something we don’t have time for.
Too bad too sad for this mommy. Stomach death flu 2010 has hit and knocked me right on my bottom. I’m going to use the term “stomach death flu” I will let you use your imagination as far as what symptoms go with “Stomach death flu”. It ain’t pretty folks.
Monday night stomach death flu hit and stayed with me until the early hours of the morning. I had Zofran (godsend drug btw) left from my morning sickness days and took it along with imodium and pepto and booked it on into work. Mommy’s don’t get sick days for themselves you know. Those are saved for the little ones. Besides being pretty delirious, I made it through the day Tuesday. Got home, Tuesday night… DUN DUN DUN stomach death flu came back! Worked Wednesday, Wednesday night, same story. Finally yesterday stomach death flu came in for the final punches giving me all he had. Water was even kicking my ass. I had to give up and head home. I got in bed around 3pm and did not wake up until this am.
Mommies also don’t go to doctors. We just don’t have the time. When a mommy does go to the doctor, you know it’s pretty bad. Pretty bad happened this morning. Have you seen Ghost Busters? Remembers Simer? Oh yeah! After turning into slimer this morning I decided it was time for mommy to take a sick day for herself and go to the doctor.
They cannot tell if I have a viral or bacterial infection of my stomach because I’m so dehydrated. We are waiting until Monday to see if I am any better and going from there.
Luckily Mommies have Mommies. My mom came and got Chloe from me this afternoon to keep this weekend so hopefully she will not get this mess from me. The last thing a sick mommy needs is a sick baby too.
Loss of a friend
Nov 29th
Thanksgiving morning my phone rings. The ringtone is “Sweet Transvestite”, so that means it can only be one person, my friend Brandon. I am thinking I’m getting a Happy Thanksgiving call but to my dissapointment, it was a call with bad news.
Miranda, my friend I met through him (he once dated her), had died that morning. She was 30 years old, a mother of a 7 year old son. Miranda had asthma. She wrote off the shortness of breath and the chest pains she was having Wednesday as being an asthma attack. She used her inhaler, went to bed and never woke up.
I feel like a horrible friend. Miranda and I have been trying for 6 months now to get together for lunch. We have both been too busy or couldn’t get our schedule to mesh. I never even took Chloe by to see her when we were in town because we were always so rushed.
So please, call your friends, meet them for lunch. They might not be there next week to meet you for lunch.
Miranda
Earliest Childhood Memory
Mar 18th
There is a pownce thread about this, I thought I’d try it here on my site to get some comments rolling.
What is your earliest childhood memory?
My earliest childhood memory:
My dad has always had a beard and mustache. When I was about 3 or 4 he shaved his face completely. I was scared to death. I hid under the covers of my bed and cried.
Mitchell normally keeps a beard and mustache. I cannot stand for him to shave his face completely. I think I’m still traumatized.
Note: Dad has never since that day shaved his face completely
I have a Pneumonia
Mar 4th
And this is my 11th day in the hospital. Baby is fine, mommy is getting better, but be prepared for a long post…
First, let’s go for my health background. I have Hereditary Spherocytosis. Basically I have some funky looking red blood cells. They jerked my spleen out when I was 5. All has been well, except living without a spleen makes me more prone to catch an infection. There is a 50% chance Chloe will inherit this, so I’m considered a high right pregnancy.
Let me add here, I’m allergic to Tylenol. I am not supposed to take Motrin while pregnant.
Here is the highlights of my past 2 weeks.