First off, a thousand and a half pardons for extending my sabbatical for an extra month and a half! I see from my stats that many of you have been faithfully checking in and most probably wondering, "Where the heck-fire did that girl go?"
Well the answer is I got sick....I mean REALLY, RIDICIOUSLY sick. We're talking eight weeks in bed on my bum with such a bad fever and sweats that it completely zapped me. My wonder husband Dave took over all the house/childcare duties in addition to holding down a full time job.
All I'd really wanted was a little break, a little rest....I'm filing this one under "Be Careful What You Wish For You Just May Get It."
Saw at least four different medical specialist all of whom could diagnose me no further than, "Oh, you have a fever of unknown origin." Oh geez-louise that's helpful isn't it? Personally I think it's Latin for, "We have no bloody idea what's wrong with you."
I asked the doctors how often they encountered this "fever of unknown origin" they shook their heads vigoriously and replied, "Oh it's RARE...extremely rare."
So I guess it's nice to be that special....
Meanwhile my five year old son Alex is getting pretty rip snorting upset that Mommy's been sick and unavilable for such a long time. At one point he was telling me he "hated me"...which I knew wasn't true and that he was just upset about me being sick. I finally got out of him that he thought I was "being sick ON PURPOSE." Yowza. Well, we had a mommy-son chat and cleared that up.
Fast forward a few weeks later and Alex gets sick! OH-NO! (He just had a virus and is right as rain after four days). But, the first night he was sick he told me how there were pincher bugs inside his skeleton and they couldn't/wouldn't come out and they just kept biting him and biting him and biting him until he was dead. WHAT THE!?!?!? I mean I know he's got a terrific imagination, but what was that about?
Two thirty that same morning, he wakes up and I'm trying to get him back down. We're chatting a little and suddenly it hits me like a ton of bricks and I say, "Alex do you think there are little pincher bugs in your body because you're sick...and you've heard people say that "someone's got a little bug" when they're sick?"
He said, "Yeah."
So I explained that was just a figure of speech and that bugs didn't really get inside you when you were ill, it was the germs that made you sick, then you went to the doctor and got all better.
But what about the "and they bite me and bite me until I'm dead" part methinks? So I probe a bit further.
"Alex do you think because mommy's been sick for so long that I'm going to die?"
And he said, "Yes."
OH MY GOSH! How scary for him! So of course I reassured him that I wasn't anywhere close to dying and that everything was going to be OK.
How's that for a story? Yowza Pete!
I've missed you all so much...thank you for all the comments you've sent during my absence. And expect that I'll be posting one to two times each week going forward! And P.S. I've been seeing an acupuncturist for two weeks now and it's really helping...going for that "whole body" approach to medicine. More on that later kids...
Cyberhugs to you all,
