For real, though...
The girl was coughing all day yesterday, and was a general snot factory, in addition to not acting like her normal, bouncy self.
Today, she is home from school, and I am a human couch cushion.
It's the last week of the semester, and I have things... important things... that need to be done.
Instead, I'm my daughter's bean bag chair, explaining details of a movie the kids have been watching non stop for the last month.
Granted, it's comforting to know that my children don't fully pay attention to anything, and they don't reserve this just for me.
But... back to the kindergarten petri dish...
Things could be worse... we only had vomit for 4 days of the school year. Even though the girl has gotten a letter from the school for missing days, and it's 2.5 weeks before Christmas break. At least each absence wasn't accompanied by puke. I can wipe a runny nose all day, er'y day.
I think I need a nap. Laying around is exhausting.
So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless. Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine. The aftermath has been an eye opening situation. I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery. Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly. I cannot carry laundry baskets. I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap. I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap. I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants! I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better. The recovery process has also held some sadness. I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year. A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ insid...
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