We’re Not in Arizona Anymore

Later, I’ll post a fraction of the dinosaurs and dinosaur-like things we saw on vacation, but right now, I’m going to bitch and moan for a few minutes.  Feel free to skip if you’ve had enough already, but I’m going to sit here with my greasy fingers, eating my cold latkes and list off my most pressing worries:

  1. She’s sick. Of course. She was better, almost, and then she finished her antibiotics, came home and she coughed her disgusting, croupy, pneumonia cough all night long.  Again.  Don’t worry, though—her tummy and head still hurt too.
  2. She’s stressed and went to school in tears. (Although, her brother got up early, got ready early and walked himself to the bus stop with absolutely no cattle-driving done by me.  Miráculo!)
  3. Her new doctor says “let’s give a few more days.”  Sure.  What’s a few more days of misery when it has been years.  Sure.

She started coughing last night and I went out to find something, anything, for her, and instead ate two brioche buns with “butter” and raspberry jam in about a minute as buffer against another sleepless night.

And now we wait.  We wait for school to call to say she’s miserable, her tummy hurts, her head hurts, she coughed up something.  We wait for another couple days to call her doctor back and say “Nope, she’s not better.”  And we wait for summer and better times.

Let’s think about vacation and how easy everything was, even if she was miserable, and then replace all water intake with coffee and/or cheese.  Say “We’re just fine” to people who ask, go for the shortest of runs, cancel acupuncture appointments because we’re too stressed to be still with our thoughts, inspect the blinds and find mold all up the back of them and contemplate burning it all down.

*deep breath*

That’s all for today, folks.  Another edition of “Mom’s Thoughts” at another panicked moment in the future.

 

 

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