If You Don't Tell Him, I Won't.

Monday-Tater is still sick.  Lungs junky with a "crackly" sound and needing the vent off and on all day.  Today-sick?  who's sick?  Not Tater.  His lungs sound clear and he's back to his normal nasal congestion.  huh?!  This kid loves him some roller coasters in the health area but I'm finding I'm too old to enjoy the ride.  Dude.  I'm tired.  And in need of a stiff drink or 10. 

Meanwhile, Mr. A is in on A MISSION to find the cause of our A/C troubles.  You know, so we don't spend all of our meager tax refund in one fell swoop with the heat pump guy.  I just heard the heat pump "pop" so I'm betting there is some cussing going on about now.  That and Toser is following him around in a T-shirt, underwear and tennis shoes with no socks.  I'm trying really hard not to laugh. 

I'll leave you with this fun bit of a night in the life of us: We live on a "Mountain" (1600 feet, so really a hill) and our property backs up to a State Park with over 2000 acres of property. There are dozens of hiking and biking trails and the weather was especially nice today so the visitors were out in full force. Apparently someone got lost this afternoon. Not usually a big deal because if you head downhill in any direction, you'll hit residential areas; you'll be far off course, but you can get help. The protocol for when someone gets lost is to position police cars and fire trucks in the various hiking parking lots around the "Mountain" and they sound their sirens at 5 minute intervals so whomever is lost can orient themselves. The main parking lot is maybe 150 yards from our back deck so we get a full view of the goings on. People with flashlights in the trees and the sirens every.freakin.five.minutes. No one has ever been seriously lost so we can afford the luxury of getting very frustrated with the proceedings.  We really are good people, we just like our quiet backyard to be quiet. I'm sure the lost person would be very appreciative of our conversation.  Plus, whomever decides to go off-trail 30 minutes before dark thinking it won't be a big deal OBVIOUSLY needs to be talked about. 

Happy Easter!

Wow, guys.  The difference a day makes!  Tater is definitely improved and is actually off his vent at the moment, playing a version of soccer bowling (kicking a soccer ball towards bowling pins-he totally made this up himself).  We're about to head to my grandmother's house for Easter Dinner.  Yes, Dinner.  It's Sunday Dinner and Easter Dinner, even though it's lunch.  Drives Mr. A crazy I call it Dinner but I am Southern through and through and that's what we do.  (I can see Kera and Mrs. Moore shaking their heads with me)

Last night I was wondering why this particular event has thrown me for such a loop.  I'm usually the upbeat one and crash with pity after an event has passed so it's been strange to do the whole, "Woe is us," thing during the craziness.  As I was falling asleep, it hit me: I have the luxury of falling apart while it's happening because I KNOW it's going to get better.  Before, I never knew IF it would get better and would need to keep my wits about me for the long haul.  This time, while stressful, was just a blip in the road in this whole journey.  Just a stressful tire change and we're back on our way. 

Thanks for indulging my pity party.  Tater was the sick one and I was the one needing the support.  While my other son was sick away from home and my mother was having to pull out survival skills she hasn't needed in a while.  Ugh.  And thank you for your thoughts and prayers.  The sugar booger is on the mend.  I think we're still on track for the minor surgery on Friday and then on to Manny's house.  Thanks for everything, guys. 

Coco wins

I thought I had a bad day yesterday...

It seems Toser has a stomach bug.  The only day he went to school last week was Thursday and I guess he got it there.  He's been at CocoPop's since then and we were supposed to get him back last night but Coco called to say she was keeping him because he had been vomitting.  On her.  In Papa's truck.  I think Coco had the worse day.  We struggled here but I never had vomit on me. 

I feel bad that Bo is sick away from home.  I hear he's pretty pitiful.  We were tempted to get him but as Coco says, she would rather take care of only him and not everyone in our family-which would be the case if he infected us.  I see her point.  Of course she's going to get sick because these are the types of things that keep on giving.  ugh. 

Aaaaaannnnnnddddd Ben just came in to say he has a nail in his tire.  I have to laugh because if I didn't, I would be in a corner crying.  I would like for this week to be over, pretty please.

Neverending Pity Party

It's 11:30 am and I feel like it should be 10 pm.  It's been a helluva morning, y'all.  I'll spare you the gorey details but Tater's having some GI issues in addition to his respiratory issues (or they may be causing his respiratory issues since both systems rely on muscles-muscles which are already compromised with Tater's low tone; add illness and you have a perfect storm of stuff).  Interventions were performed and I have a tired, worn out little boy on my hands who passed out from sheer exhaustion.  I am feeling sorry for him and myself and if it weren't for my savior of a neighbor bringing me a nonfatnowhipmocha, I would call this morning a complete bust. 

I hate that Tater suffers like this.  I hate that he was doing so well for so long and now this.  I hate that I'm feeling sorry for myself in addition to him.  This sucks and I think I'm going to crawl back into bed. 

PS-my voicemail is full at home and on my cell.  I don't have the energy to listen/erase anything.  text or email me if you need me.

yeah. that

Remember how I said I hesitate to commit to things because Tater may get sick and then I have to cancel and that would make me feel bad?  Yeah, well, guess what.  Tater's pretty sick right now.  He'll be fine but he has this weird virus/cold thing going on, I had to take him to the ER this morning followed by an osbservation visit to the PICU and he's back on his vent and on medicines he hasn't been on in a while.  :(  So of course I'm having to cancel some things I feel bad about cancelling but I think we have to be prepared for this ickiness to stick around for a while. 

Dude.  I'm bummed.  For Tater.  For me.  For Mr. A who has to deal with both of us.  I'm not bummed for Toser who is currently rockin' a stay at Camp CocoPop where he is having every wish fulfilled.  Who's jealous?  Not me. 

Tater is scheduled for surgery next Friday and I really hope he gets well in time for that.  And I hope he feels better in time for us to go see Manny in South AL in 2 weeks.  I just want him to be better, period.  He's asleep right now and seems comfortable so we're grateful for that.  Off to get some much needed sleep myself.