Marathon Mom

A.M weigh-in: 170.2

I ended up in the ER at 2:30 am with Sean and Skye, both running fevers of over 102 and Sean having a mild asthma attack. It was time to see a doctor. And to be tested for swine flu (or any kind of flu.) Thank goodness that came back negative! Whew, big relief. Swine flu is active in my area, and it’s actually a real concern here. The doctors were worried (and very relieved) when the swab was negative. So it’s some sort of viral illness, that will run it’s course. And they’ve prescribed Sean more steriods for the asthma. This is difficult. Hopefully they’ll all be feeling better by the weekend. I need some sleep!!

I picked up Yoplait fat-free yogurts, grapes, 60 calorie pudding cups, and some of those Knutsen cottage cheese double things. And sushi for today’s lunch. Cause I love it and am worth it.

And then my co-worker gave me a box of veggie crackers and a small block of extra sharp cheddar cheese because she didn’t care for them. And I am not one to turn down crackers and cheese. I wish I were! I only ate half the box of crackers (do I get extra points because they contained flecks of vegetable flavored bits?) and about 3 of the 6 oz cheese block. That, my friends, is called restraint!

I SHOULD go home and at the very least walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes just for the sheer point of doing it. I WANT to go home and climb in to bed while watching reruns of Friends on TBS. I most likely WILL stop at the grocery store on the way home for more meds, something for dinner, and then proceed to cook, clean and do all manner of motherly things domestic. Or grab Taco Bell and blog-surf. It’s really 50/50 at this point.

I would do just about anything for 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep. And yes, drugging my kids with cough syrup has been suggested by well-meaning friends. Did you know that a small percentage of the population become exciteable and hyper when given cough syrup that normally renders the rest of us comatose? Guess which percentile of the population Sean falls into? All I can hope is that the ‘roids do their trick soon and he’s not hacking up a lung all night, unable to get enough oxygen into his little lungs. I know I complain, but he’s the one suffering (well, I am suffering a little *pity-plea*)

All fingers and toes crossed for tomorrow being a better day.

Posted on July 8th, 2009 by firefly
Filed under: daily blathering