In Sickness and In Health

Throughout our relationship, Adam and I have dealt with things here and there. Colds, migraines, me and my explosive digestive tract, plus my terrible four month long sore throat… but nothing was like yesterday, when poor Adam’s top left wisdom tooth decided that the frequent “get me out” requests weren’t enough and that he needed to be taught a MAJOR lesson.

I felt so helpless yesterday. I hated watching him suffer and being powerless to stop the pain for him. He was in so much pain and no matter WHAT drugs (or how many) I pumped into him, the pain wouldn’t go away. Or it would go away for about five minutes–just enough time for him to drift off to a fitful sleep, before he was jerked awake by another spasm of pain. He munched on lots of bread and buns because chewing helped alleviate the pain a little bit, and I made him soup. We were frustrated because he was obviously in horrible pain and we couldn’t do a thing about it. The dentists were closed or booked, and no one would call in some good drugs for him so he could get through the night. Finally, about 10:30 or so, he managed to fall off to an exhausted sleep. I think enough of the sleeping meds had gotten into him that his body couldn’t fight it anymore, pain or not. Plus, he’d been NOT sleeping for two nights because of the pain. He was worn out. I was happy that he finally passed out.

Now I know how he felt last Christmas, when I was in so much pain because of that horrible sore throat.

This morning, I drove him to the dentist and packed a bag full of activities to keep myself busy while he went “under the knife.” The extraction didn’t take very long, and he came out proudly holding his tooth wrapped in gauze. It was FREAKY looking! Now, he’s sleeping, but also cracking me up because he wants everything to eat that he can’t have. Beef, especially. The poor guy…. I remember getting my wisdom teeth out four years ago (I got all four out; and they were impacted, so there was NO solid food for me for about a week!) and craving chicken wings and fries, Cream of Wheat and bacon, and everything I could not eat. One can only take so much soup, yogurt, ice cream, and Spaghetti-Os.

He’s not done yet… lots of dental work in his future, but the most painful and important thing has been taken care of. And that’s a good thing.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Can’t Get Comfy :(

Aidan is in bed. I am headed there myself with a book and something to drink. Actually, Adam came up with this really refreshing drink that I love. Just mix cranberry-raspberry juice with lemon-lime pop. It’s so yummy. So I’m going to take some of that with me.

So, my dilemma is that I am simply not comfortable. If the AC is on, I start freezing and my throat and ears hurt badly. But if the AC is off, then I get really warm. Not nicely warm, either. I don’t know if it’s because I’m obviously not 100% this weekend, or if I really do have such a narrow range of temperatures that I feel comfortable in. (FTR, it’s like 72-84 degrees F).

If I take a Psuedovent, I will be up all night. Worrying about things that I either can’t control, or things that I can’t deal with at that time anyway. We don’t want that. I put Aidan to bed at 9:15, so he’ll be up early tomorrow. (Or maybe not, he’s in his room squeaking now.) I need my rest to deal with his billion weird questions tomorrow. So what do I do? I feel like I’m kind of stuck. *sigh* Oh well.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Ugh

It’s bad enough being sick. It’s even worse when both caregivers are sick. It’s extra challenging when both caregivers are sick, but the one being cared for is five and very, very healthy/active/vibrant and full of 9 thousand questions (such as “Mommy, how do they make Sun Chips?”)

All I want right now is a cool bath, a bowl of soup, and a long nap. :O

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Ow

Today I woke up with one of those “knock you on your tail + nausea + eye twitching + sensitivity to light + halo” migraines. I slept 80% of the day away because even sitting upright made me want to hurl.

(One good thing about not working full-time is that I didn’t have to worry about taking off from work to rest.)

I took two Darvocent and eight ibuprofen today, and now I’m hoping to knock the rest of this out tonight as I sleep. Now I have light sensitivity, a very mild ache, and nausea. Blah. But much better than most of today. I was even too sick to read Sarah Dessen’s new book. You KNOW that has to be rough, if I can’t even read!

Anyway, I’m off to bed again. Got a busy weekend ahead, must be healthy for it.

Catching Up

It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?

A lot’s happened since I last wrote. Looks like November was the last time. Wow, and here it is, already February 2008. I’ve been spending most of my time at my Live Journal, and most of my readership is there, so I don’t really know what to write here!

Hmm, so a quick rundown. Right then.

November
I went to Atlanta for a combination Thanksgiving/Christmas celebration titled Thanksmas, and celebrated it with Adam’s family. I stayed there from 11/19 until 11/24 and it was awesome. The only bad thing was the sore throat, which was the start of several weeks of severe pain for me. :(

December

  • I went to New York City with Adam! I got to see RENT, the tree at Rockefeller Center, and got to hang out with my friend Wanda. It was really cool, even though I was again, sick.
  • I turned 33, saw the movie Juno three times, and ate Jeni’s ice cream for the first time.
  • Adam spent a week with me. We visited my mom for Christmas, and hung out with little Aidan, and generally just had a great time together. I loved having him here.
  • I got a new computer for Christmas!!!
  • Aidan turned five, the best age ever!!!

January
Jetted off to Chicago for the long MLK weekend and gorged myself on America’s Next Top Model and froze my booty off. Adam and I also started doing some cleaning and rearranging to the apartment that will soon be ours.

My sore throat finally stopped hurting at the level at which it was. It was horrible. The thought of it brings back scary pain-filled memories, and I am so scared it’s going to come back. I am not even sure what exactly caused it, but I don’t ever want it again.

2008 is huge for me. I’m moving to Chicago, I’m getting married, and life will be crazy. At least three major life changes this year in store for me, because I will need to find a new job. Which is crazy, I know, with us heading into a recession. But I have to leap now, or I’ll always find a reason to stay here, where it’s safe. And where I’m alone.

My hair is a wreck. A hot mess. I really wish I could go to a salon and have someone give it the help it so desperately needs, but for what I get, it’ll cost me at least $75 and with my budget being so iffy, with it looking like I owe the IRS AGAIN this year (grrrr) and with me trying to save all I can so I can move, I just can’t justify the expense, no matter how crazy my hair looks. That’s what ponytail holders are for.

A massage would be really nice, too….

Okay. Later.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

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