Sick and Tired - for Real

15th - D***** - Bronchitis - he had a chest x-ray. Prescribed azythromycin and albuterol sulfate - no fever
16th - F**** -- Pneumonia - CBC, Catscan, IV - Prescribed augmentin - 102.1 fever
20th - G***** -- Bronchitis - Prescribed amoxicillin and guifenesin with codein - 102.6 fever
20th - G***** -- around 9:00 pm - fever of 105 -- lukewarm baths -- down to 103
22nd - G***** -- Pneumonia - she had a chest x-ray, Prescribed azythromycin and prednisone - fever 101.4

We've been alternating Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen and now we are taking Delsym for cough.


F**** is the only one that is somewhat well.
G***** is coughing and still running a low-grade temp and her little eyes look hollow. I can get her to drink but not eat. When she gets well - we are going to have to take her to a buffet.
D***** - I just took his temp - it is 101.4 his nose is yucky and he is coughing. Guess he's going to the doctor tomorrow to have him tell me that this one has pneumonia too. He's been throwing up but I think that is just where he coughs and the phlegm comes up. I know lovely image there.

Me -- scratchy throat, achy, and tired. Hanging in there.
J**** -- tired too but I don't think he's caught it. We both had tummy troubles yesterday, the ewwww kind.

So what do you do with three sick babies? Watch movies -- thank goodness for free movies from the library. Watch a lot of TV. Color, color, color. Homework from where they missed school. Hold them a lot and let them sleep.

Here's Daddy's masterpiece. That is Larry-Boy the cucumber from Veggie Tales. Strange little cartoon but the kids love it. He has been the main source of entertainment and go get'm guy -- while I have been the main source of "hold me, hold me."

Someone commented the other day that he was probably drunk when Ms. F**** was getting her IV. He was there holding her and sober -- she wanted her daddy. It's a little girl thing. I was the same way and yes, he does a lot of stupid, inconsiderate stuff, but like my Daddy he can soothe and calm his little girl down in a matter of seconds. Kind of like the song -- Daddy's Hands by the Judds.

We've actually made a pretty darn good team these past few days.

For Thanksgiving we went to J****'s Mom and Pa's house. The food was good. The kids and I made fudge and it was a big hit. The kids were not feeling well. D***** had been feeling pretty good up until we got there then he started getting lethargic and feverish.

I don't allow people to smoke in our house. They do. There were a total of four smokers in approximately a 1100 square foot house. I think this escalated the problem with the respiratory problems. I made this comment to J**** after I excused us early from the festivities. It made him angry. I explained to him that I would have done the same if it had been Thanksgiving at my parents where there are also smokers. Oh and yes, I am still smoke free and getting fatter. Here's D***** sick and tired with his Pa.It is now 4:00 am and I have two children awake and acting like they feel much better -- it is amazing what a dose of acetaminaphin will do. D***** is furniture diving and laughing.

Those of you with kids -- have you ever noticed that they will act very sick, lethargic, to the point of death at home, but when you get them to the doctor -- you would think that the Mama is crazy because the child acts and seems healthy. Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh.

Alcohol update:
At his mother's (Granny S) house she was bragging about J****'s battle with staying sober and said that she thought he had been doing well for a time now. (I have stopped giving her details, it worries her, and she's not healthy.) Anyway, I rolled my eyes, sister-in-law giggled and Granny S looked at me and said, he is hanging in there isn't he? I just grinned and crooked my pinky to indicate that he was barely hanging on and gently said -- "for the most part but he falls off the wagon about once every two weeks."
Saturday the 18th he told me he was going to book tobacco to make some extra money. He came home with no money (so he says, but there was a $50 bill in his pocket when I went to do laundry today) and a really good buzz. Just an average too much to drink, nothing eventful, just real disappointing. Six beers is what he says.

Keep us in your prayers -- I would like to get them well before Monday so they can go back to school and I can go back to work.

Happy Holidays and i hear child number three waking up. Of course -- I'm sleepy and want to go back to bed...Oh the joys of being a mother. Guess I'll start the pancakes and coffee.

2,190 Days ago (give or take a leap day)

November 22, 2000 - We were married.

Sixth Anniversary

A great way to combine both traditional themes would be to arrange a gourmet assortment of favorite candies in a decorative iron bowl. Wrap it in fancy cello tied with a ribbon, and perhaps attach a gift certificate to the local candy shop. Iron gifts can include a wide array of items like an iron skillet, trivet, plant stand, golf clubs, or an iron sculpture. Alternatively, a wood themed gift could be an exotic plant or gardening gear.

Traditional: Candy / Iron
Modern: Iron
Alternate Modern: Wood

How romantic this day was six years ago. F**** turned six months old on this day. We were sitting on the couch and I happened to think that the license we bought was about to expire. So, we looked at each other and said -- "Hey, seems like a good day to me." So we called the judge executive's office and were married that afternoon. One of the women in the judge's office was my witness and J****'s brother-in-law came to town to witness for him. J****'s mother met us outside the office as we were leaving. She was happy and took our picture (which I cannot find or I'd scan it for this blog.) We went home and went on as normal. We've been married for six years today. Longer than my first marriage.

How we met

My divorce from my first husband was final. I was house sitting for a good friend (God rest her soul). It was a Sunday morning and I decided to return home to check on things, shower, change and go to church. My niece was living with me at the time. My niece had a small party at my house. Her, her boyfriend, another couple, J****, and another really wierd guy were crashing at my house. I come into the house, all is in proper order, just people everywhere. I go into my room -- which is off limits to her company -- no one was in there. Without waking anyone, I get my things and head to the shower. When I get out of the shower, the wierd guy is on my bed. At this moment, I get really pissed and wake everyone in the house and run them all off, except for one -- J****. He was lying on the couch asleep, he had just gotten out of jail (I didn't know that at the time), he was cute and he was ripped. I was newly divorced and he's young, I'm in my thirties, ooooooooooh the possibilities.

Three amazing possibilities later. We are still together and here are our songs:

Mushy mushy time -- I'd say "I love you", he'd say "I love you more." Here's a song -- I'll just give the chorus...

TRISHA YEARWOOD LYRICS

"I'll Still Love You More"


...

If you say that you love me
More than anybody
Than anyone's ever been loved before
As much as you love me
Baby, I'll still love you
Baby, I'll still love you more
I'll still love you more

...

Then there was our song that was for all the naysayers, that said it wouldn't work because -- of the age difference:

Artist: Shania Twain Lyrics
Song: Your still the one Lyrics

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

Bridge:
They said, I bet they'll never make it
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

Chorus:
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

Bridge:
They said, I bet they'll never make it
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

Chorus:
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Chorus:
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come my baby

Today is an anniversary -- not a day to dwell on his or my negatives, but to celebrate what I love about him. Tomorrow - will be Thanksgiving and we'll dwell on what we are thankful for... Right now we have invested 2,190 days to this union. A milestone in this society -- some may say a stumbling block --but today, it is our milestone.

I'm a Quitter

Well, I've quit smoking. I stopped Sunday November 12 around 10:00 am.

I've been meaner than hell. But I've not had a cigarette. Two coworkers and I set our stop date for the 12th because the Farmer's Almanac said that was a good day to quit. We didn't even know that this week was the Great American Smokeout Week. We just did it.

You know -- cigarette smoke smell stinks.

J**** is a smoker and well, he stinks. My van, it stinks. Other folks who smoke -- I can smell them and they stink. As one of my coworkers noted: She feels so guilty about how bad it stinks because her little boy had to get into that stinky car and whenever she would hold him next to her, you know he had to think, "Gee mom, you stink." Same thing goes for mine too, I guess.

It might just stick this time, because S**** and I are competitive and you'd have to threaten us with our lives to ake us lose to the other one.

Still working on the budgeting thing, trying to catch up so I can follow DR's baby steps.

I have two sick young'ns.

Took D***** the toddler to the doctor on Wednesday and they gave him a chest x-ray. He has bronchitis and is now on an antibiotic and albuterol sulfate. I think the albuterol gives him a buzz.

Took F**** the six year old to the doctor yesterday and she had to have a blood test (CBC) and a cat scan. They thought she had appendicitis with the possibility that it had ruptured. It ended up being pneumonia. It is awful to watch nurses and lab technicians poke and prod your baby with needles. I cried. She cried. She screamed, I cried. She begged them to stop. I cried. It was a horrible day for the child.

She was having excruciating stomach pain. We went straight to the doctor and bypassed the other patients. They sent her for bloodwork, then to the catscan. She had to drink that nasty stuff that coats your stomach, she cried. It was nasty. She had to get an IV. All this with a fever of 102.6. After all was said and done and she woke up on the examining table where she fell asleep waiting for the test results, she looked at all of us adults (after six hours of tests) and wisely says. "Well, that wasn't all that bad."

I love her. I'm glad it wasn't a ruptured appendix, she is on antibiotics now.

The doctors told us to run the vaporizor and ours has a light on it. So D***** thinks it is hot and will not go near it. He points and says "Hot" and walks a big circle around it. So cute.

Does J**** have a job?

I have no clue. The concrete contractor has not called him back since he hurt his knee. He's been helping a carpeting subcontractor. But that is only when the guy needs help and can't do the job by himself. So as far as monetary support. I count him out.

Hey, if I put a paypal button on this blog -- reckon anyone would donate to taking care of this family. The kids would mail you really cool thank you cards and stuff.

Oh well. We'll make it -- we always do.

Happy upcoming Thanksgiving. Guess my next entry will be the ever popular. What are you Thankful for?