Saturday, February 18, 2017
The Crud
I'm battling the crud--it's the same crud that landed Little Mister in the hospital this week.
That's where he remains. That's why I have this 'free weekend'...so I can battle the same crud that Little Mister gave me. Bless his little heart.
Bless his little one chambered heart.
Man......That third surgery seems like it's a lifetime away.
We're not even sure he's going to qualify for a third one.
We're graced to have had the other two. And I never forget how graced we are to simply have HIM...crud and all.
Hospitalizations and all.
Weekends spent playing nurse and all.
Shared CRUD and all......
Life goes on. Our 'new normal' is now.....normal.
It's odd to be home on the weekend. And it's not just me.... Even himself has been at a loss while I've been home. He keeps thinking we need to cram everything into today.
"No no--that's TOMORROW we have to cram everything into. Today is ---I don't know what it is, but it's not the 'cram everything into one afternoon' day!" *cough cough* "Besides....I'm sick with the crud--remember?" :-/
He just shakes his head and walks off.
'Drink more water' he says.
'Just rest' he says.
'I'll get that--stay still.' he says.
I'm gonna feel better tomorrow come hell or high water. I can't take much more of today. I mean--seriously. I don't do 'cater to Mel' well. I do 'suck it up and keep moving' really, really well.
If I didn't know that before, I know that very well now.
The past year and a half has been about sucking up a whole LOT of stuff....and remembering to 'just keep doing whatever gets placed in front of you'.
I'd say we've done GOOD at that.
All of us.
And if I didn't note it before, I'll note it now.
The girl is amazing. And I mean A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. She's been 'the mom' through all of this.
From birth to this minute of the day---she's been nothing short of amazing. She's more than 'her mother's child'....she's utterly and completely amazing.
And she has the crud, too.
We're a 'sharing' kind of family.
Hey.....maybe she gave it to me AND to Little Mister!
I think I'll text her to thank her for gracing me with this day of torture with himself and let Little Mister off the hook. :-D
That's where he remains. That's why I have this 'free weekend'...so I can battle the same crud that Little Mister gave me. Bless his little heart.
Bless his little one chambered heart.
Man......That third surgery seems like it's a lifetime away.
We're not even sure he's going to qualify for a third one.
We're graced to have had the other two. And I never forget how graced we are to simply have HIM...crud and all.
Hospitalizations and all.
Weekends spent playing nurse and all.
Shared CRUD and all......
Life goes on. Our 'new normal' is now.....normal.
It's odd to be home on the weekend. And it's not just me.... Even himself has been at a loss while I've been home. He keeps thinking we need to cram everything into today.
"No no--that's TOMORROW we have to cram everything into. Today is ---I don't know what it is, but it's not the 'cram everything into one afternoon' day!" *cough cough* "Besides....I'm sick with the crud--remember?" :-/
He just shakes his head and walks off.
'Drink more water' he says.
'Just rest' he says.
'I'll get that--stay still.' he says.
I'm gonna feel better tomorrow come hell or high water. I can't take much more of today. I mean--seriously. I don't do 'cater to Mel' well. I do 'suck it up and keep moving' really, really well.
If I didn't know that before, I know that very well now.
The past year and a half has been about sucking up a whole LOT of stuff....and remembering to 'just keep doing whatever gets placed in front of you'.
I'd say we've done GOOD at that.
All of us.
And if I didn't note it before, I'll note it now.
The girl is amazing. And I mean A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. She's been 'the mom' through all of this.
From birth to this minute of the day---she's been nothing short of amazing. She's more than 'her mother's child'....she's utterly and completely amazing.
And she has the crud, too.
We're a 'sharing' kind of family.
Hey.....maybe she gave it to me AND to Little Mister!
I think I'll text her to thank her for gracing me with this day of torture with himself and let Little Mister off the hook. :-D
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