Rollercoaster of Love Red Hot Chilli Peppers

So I have to say today was going really well. Until about 4 o'clock.

"I don't feel good," says Vinny.

"What do you mean, 'don't feel good?'" I ask.

"I NEED a bucket!" Vinny shouts.

Oh that kind of I don't feel good. Now I get it, barf doesn't really beat around the bush, now does it?

I started massaging Vinny's feet, and especially working on acupressure points specifically for nausea. We were facing an impending 5 o'clock dose of antibiotics, an empty stomach was not going to cut the it. I had to get some food in him, asap.

If there's one thing I've learned in all of this is, Do Not dose Vinny on an empty stomach. Two or three bites of bread helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down.

Vinny successfully ate enough food over an hour to take his 5 o'clock antibiotics. And it's already been over an hour since he took the medicine, so we're in the clear, phew! Hubby and I both agree, the vomit was probably due to the probiotics we gave Vinny this afternoon.

Don't worry we won't give him anymore, since they aren't critical to getting rid of the abscess.

And as I'm writing this, Hubby pokes his head in from the garage and yells, "We have overflow!"

"Okay," I say, acknowledging his reality, but offering no help whatsoever.

By the way, he's referring to the sink, the washing machine drains into, oh joy. I'm too tired to really care about plumbing problems at this point. I'm just going to sit back, tighten my seat belt, and hold on until this roller coaster ride is finished.

I was going to curse Mercury Retrograde in my next sentence, but Goddess knows I wouldn't want to tick whoever is in charge of this astrological menace, even more. So I am just going to surrender to the madness. What other choice do I have?

"Bless you," I say to Vinny. "Bless you."

Oh no, Vinny just sneezed twice. Code dREaD. Code dREaD, Code dREaD.

All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a healthy, happy family. Also, a lower health insurance deductible would be nice, too.

Internet, both boys had fevers last night and are sick with something. Gio has the barking seal bug. Vinny has the fever and exhausted feeling bug.

Oh my goodness, just when Vinny was recovering from appendicitis, this happens. Speaking of recovering, I'm still speechless from the hospital bill, 27,000 plus dollars. We were barely there for seven hours.

Good thing for insurance. Bad thing for deductibles. Oh well, I guess the kitchen remodel will have to wait a bit longer.

It isn't as if I'm not going to die from looking at pink formica counter tops. And they only bother me on days I don't surf. I just need to surf MORE.

Let's not even talk about the roof.

Roof? What roof?

Overall, what really matters is our health. I hope the boys are well soon, and their wellness doesn't involve any more hospital visits.

Hospitals

I. Do. Not. Like. Hospitals.

Strange, I find myself sitting in one this very moment, watching a bad ABC Family movie, which isn't as bad as this hospital......

I dislike hospitals so much, I once quit a well paying job, teaching CPR and First Aid at a hospital. I can't breathe in a hospital environment. Ironic, I know.

It isn't just the germs, either. Though, once, when I dropped my pen on the floor, while teaching CPR at the hospital, I didn't bother picking it up. Yes, I abandoned my pen, clinging tightly to my contamination fears.

But I digress. The real reason I don't care for hospitals is, when I was 11 years old, my Nana suffered a stroke at home, was taken to the hospital by ambulance, and died, without ever regaining consciousness.

I never got to say goodbye to her. But she didn't suffer. She went fast. Those were the words I over head the grown ups using. Those were the words I adopted to comfort myself.

I find it strange, even though I'm aware of the cause of my issue, that I can't just get over it. I still have to coach myself, "to breathe," when I walk through any hospital door.

Yet, here I sit, in the hospital. Actually I'm doing okay. I'm not even having a panic attack. And even better, my Mom had an angiogram, and she didn't require a stint. An artery only requires a stint when it is at least 70% blocked. Her artery is only 40% blocked, which is treated with medication, PROPER DIET AND EXERCISE.

PROPER. DIET. AND EXERCISE.

I'm thinking of dragging her to the beach with me everyday. While I surf, she can walk.