(The title of this post is a complete lie. There is no profit in poisoning your child which I can figure out, though if there were, I would be ALL OVER THAT, pronto.) I've been thinking I may need a completely separate space to discuss Chickadee's mystery skin condition---I'll call it As The Rash Spreads, natch---because it occurs to me that normal people may not actually find my (*counting on my fingers*) four years of endless blather about biopsies and medications and sun sensitivity and whatnot all that fascinating. I KNOW, RIGHT? I mean, what's NOT entertaining about a cranky child with...
1) Monkey has a nasty sinus infection. I figured out that Monkey has a nasty sinus infection. On the way to the doctor this morning, Monkey piped up from the back seat: "Hey, I don't feel good." Then we did a little high-five, because YES! Other people, when they have sinus infections, they always realize they don't feel good! This is progress in our (sensorily-disordered) world. Yay!! 2) I was super productive today. I had a nap. 3) I've been granted a reprieve from the plague of teen attitude until at least tomorrow. I am grateful that my wonderful daughter loves marching band so much, and...
One week of school is almost over, and already I feel like we have barely seen Chickadee. Between school and marching band and homework and a new youth group and the general business of leading a life, she is busy and happy and I am trying to be grateful for family dinnertime and the five or ten minutes here and there when I can catch a smile and a hug and a shred of information about her day. One month ago, we were offered a potential treatment for Chickadee's ever-present rash and I watched with a mix of annoyance and amusement as several of you wagged your fingers in the comments, telling...
On Friday night I collapsed into bed feeling decidedly off. It had been a long day and we'd been out in the heat and I figured I was just hot and tired. But on Saturday morning I dragged myself out of bed and was considering a nap about five minutes later. Basically, I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. There was no denying it: I was sick. Otto, who was skeptical of my crazy diet plan from the start, was convinced I had somehow poisoned myself with the restrictive eating plan I'd been following. He lectured me about how I had "completely obliterated my immune system" and was now reaping...
Hey, remember back when a group of us got together and started Five Full Plates and vowed to lose weight and exercise more and clean up our homes and face our fears and generally become better, smarter, faster, and thinner than ever before? That was fun. During the challenges we put ourselves through there, I got a ton of crap done---and I also lost 10 pounds. I felt GREAT. A year and a half later, I seem to have... gained most of it back. Not all of it---most of my "victory clothing" purchases still fit---but enough that I just feel gross. And as I discussed ad nauseum over on FFP back in...
There's good news and there's bad news, when it comes to the latest on my darling daughter's skin. The good news is that we didn't have to see Dr. BadHair again; this week we saw the head of the department, who asked us a year ago how far we were willing to go to cure her, and this time finally told us what that meant. The bad news is that Chickadee has thus far decided that actually, no, she's not willing to go very far at all, thanks, she will just be rashy, that's perfectly fine, actually. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, a bit. The truth is that Chickadee's skin issues have...
Don't I look calm? Serene? Nary a care in the world? It's the drugs. Just an update on yesterday's post, because I know you all care VERY DEEPLY: Our missing fence section never showed up, yesterday. Around 4:00 Otto called the fence company to say YES HI I AM WONDERING IF YOU EVER DO WHAT YOU'LL SAY YOU'LL DO and was told that our crew was on another job and then the equipment broke and they were delayed and blah blah blah FIRST THING IN THE MORNING, WE PROMISE. First thing this morning the foreman of a THIRD crew (just in case you're keeping count) showed up, and proceeded to sit in my...
When I last left my dentist's office, it was in a state of semi-hysteria over having just been informed that I needed a $2,000 bite splint that my insurance (you know, that thing you pay for the pleasure of being told everything is ineligible for coverage?) wouldn't pay even a little bit towards. I came home and had a small tantrum and then vowed to cure myself of TMJ the old-fashioned way---I would simply will it to improve. It actually worked, if by "it" you mean "that whole 'willing' thing, plus changing my diet some and doing nighttime relaxation exercises." I went from being unable to...
Yesterday was a no good, terrible, horrible, very bad day, and every time I think about it I get mad all over again. It was the sort of thing where I couldn't help just stepping outside of myself, mentally, even WHILE it was happening, and thinking, "If I wrote this up as a fiction story people would be all, 'Yeah, it's just not believable, I'm sorry.'" Like that. So I am too lazy to find the old posts and link back, but for anyone who's new 'round these parts, my darling daughter has some sort of chronic skin condition that she developed when we moved to Georgia which has been steadily...
