Spring always seems to be the busiest time of year for us and this one is shaping up to be no different.
P-Man’s dad has been in the hospital – yes, again – since last Wednesday. Good news though! His team of doctors have diagnosed him! It is a rare infection that is slow growing, and in return, hard to kill. He is going to be on antibiotics for at least 6 months. For three weeks after he comes home he will need them to be administered through a PICC line, then he can switch to the oral form of the medication. If a family member felt confident enough to learn the procedure, he could stay at home and not have to travel to the hospital three times a day for the infusion. My name came up as a candidate for the position…and since I was unopposed – I win! For three weeks, I will head over to their house at 6:00AM, 2:00PM, and 10:00PM to administer his antibiotic. It seems like a fairly easy process – wipe off each port with alcohol, flush the line, hook up the tubing and let him sit there for an hour and a half while the miracle drug flows into his body. Then I reverse the process upon completion of the infusion. When I look at it written down, I must admit that it is a little daunting. But this will save him from having to be driven to the hospital every 8 hours. Or worse, have to be in a short term care unit for the three weeks. He gets to be in his own home. And really? I’m glad I can help out.
Then there’s all the kid stuff.
My daughter had an appointment with the optometrist last week and besides her need for glasses, he saw a “freckle” in her eye. He kept looking at it, then he would continue on with the exam…then he would look at the freckle again. He even tried to help ME look at it through all his equipment. Then he pulled out a reference book to try to find a picture. Then he decided she needs to see a specialist for a second opinion. I should clarify that he stressed that it is probably nothing…but to be sure, he’d like another opinion. That has me a wee bit stressed out. I try not to let things like this bother me until I have the facts straight up. I’m generally pretty black and white; there’s not a lot of grey area with me. But…HOLY CRAP…this is HER EYE.
My son has baseball nearly every day this week. Last night he was very discouraged because he did not get a hit at all during practice. Baseball is not shaping up to be his strongest sport but he tries so hard! Tonight he got on base. He walked (which I think is just fine – he knows when NOT to swing)…and he got nailed in the head with a pitch. Yeah. My heart immediately went into my throat and the mom next to me grabbed my arm. He didn’t fall down (Really? They are 9 and 10 years old so it’s not like a Beckett fastball was coming toward his head. But still.)…and he headed down to first without so much as a cringe or an “ow!”. He even stole second after that. Needless to say, his confidence improved and he was a happy kid after tonight’s game. Who knew getting hit in the head was the key to happiness?
Mix in the fact that I have a household to keep in order and a J-O-B to do, and it’s been crazy , crazy, crazy. Thankfully the Postman has covered making dinner every night. Oh…and? Thursday is teacher appreciation day at one of the schools. The PTO president asked if I could make a breakfast item or a dessert. Since I am an overachiever a moron, I said I would do one of each. Go me.
And that’s all there is that’s fit to print in my corner of the world today.
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds. ~George Santayana