The Bad
You know it’s nearly summer when..
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Cold sweat and a dry, sore throat can make one week feel like a month. This past week had me huddled in fetal position, wishing for unconscious nothingness, while the sun was beaming like nobody’s business. My mum’s visit would have been perfect if it weren’t for us being sick. Oh, and her slipping into insulin coma on Saturday. It was absolutely horrific, even though I should be used to it by now since it’s been going on all my life, but I’ll let you know, it never gets any easier.
The only remotely redeeming thing about us being sick is that Jelly Man had to stay at home for two weeks, and only remotely because we’re missing out on money he could have been making, plus being sick is never FUN, but still.. See, they’re busy at work and could have used Jelly Man’s hardworking self, but that is what you get when you fuck your workers health up by leaving them for hours outside in cold weather.*
*Why yes, I really am this petty! S. will never ever hear the last of it, and he is, by the way, still banned from the house which means, whenever he thinks he has any business here he will be delegated to the basement, no exception.
And while there was nothing redeeming about mum and her condition, I’m glad that I have Jelly Man in moments like these. He made sure to call for an ambulance when I was still trying to get her to drink some milk, and he welcomed them in while I tried to entertain Carlita in the bedroom, feeling oddly inappropriate when she squealed with laughter - but that was all me being difficult because the medics apparently found her noisemaking adorable from the other room.
Maybe I’m being a pussy about it, but I’d rather Carlita not see her grandma unconscious, sweaty and moaning until she is.. I don’t know, maybe until she is old enough to know what is going on? The medics where thankful that she was out cold though, because diabetics can give a struggle before it gets that bad, and I guess that is another way of looking at it. And all the more reason to be happy that, hey, I still have a mum, and I know not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to say that.
The aftermath of an insulin coma is always awkward as we are all trying our best to pretend it never happened - mostly because mum is very adamant in getting everybody’s spirit up afterwards, making jokes and whatnot. Me, I get really grumpy and volatile and need time to wind down.
Mum has gone back home and Jelly Man is back at work, which means Carlita and I are left to figure out what to do with our days. So far not a whole lot has happened except for a few loads of laundry and a movie or two.
Sunday wrap
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Poor Croala Bear!
She is on her second nap today, and she officially dropped her second nap around 13 months or so, so the verdict seems pretty grim. She will most likely wake up crying later, as she has the past couple of days, but that is what baby panadol is for, and so far they work like a charm. I’m pretty certain she has an ear infection, but as long as the panadol keeps her happy I think she’s better off than starting antibiotics.
Jelly Man took a turn for the worse as well and is now cawing like a crow. As feminine as he is in all other aspects of his life, he still manages to be super-ultra irritable when sick. PMS is a minor mood fluctuation compared to his sickly morning grumpiness, oh lordy! Of course he ends up feeling guilty, like now, and I get to demand that he buy me truffles and champagne, like now! (OK, so more like chocolate, ice cream and mineral water - cause mineral water cancels out the calories in the chocolate and the ice cream, unlike, say, coca-cola which only doubles them!)
Anyway, this is a pretty sucky end to a very sucky weekend. I’ve still not managed to tackle the easiest of household duties, so will have to scramble through Monday and Tuesday to get the house ready for another 5 days of ATTACK OF THE GRANDMA! starting Tuesday evening.
I swear every time she has been here Carlita has to re-learn how to eat and drink properly - and wow, that’s a completely different post - IT DRIVES ME BONKERS! Let the kid drink water if she is happy with it, dude.. Seriously. (But yes, it’s fodder for a whole stand-alone entry.)
The weirdest thing
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The funny thing, nay, the interesting thing about secrets is, that you more likely than not know exactly to whom you told them to. Take this little secret we have, for example. It’s nothing spectacular, honest, but it’s kinda our secret anyway and we like it that way. Now take our secret, X, and add this someone, lets call him Y, and we have Y visiting us, saying that he has heard a rumor, Z, about X.
If we only told Y about X, then it’s safe to assume that either a), Rumor Z does not exist, and is some sort of clumsy attempt at, what? What exactly?, or b), Z was started by Y and Y is telling us about it, hoping we won’t notice this little inconvenience of facts that all point to Y himself.
Honestly, it’s like I could just cry.
Anyway, on a happier note, S. accidentally burnt one of the other workers in the face with a blow torch. Somehow I think Jelly Man can go to work, as soon as he is well again (dude is nearly wiped out, by a tetanus shot no less..), and not feel like anyone is frowning at his upset behavior last Friday (that of which we shall no longer speaketh), because they’ll all be busy worrying about S. and his renegade blow torch-yielding, bad-ass self.
Ok, so it’s not nearly as happy as I first made it out to be, but I’m trying to see the silver lining here, and so far it’s working. Don’t ruin it now.. No word if the guy was seriously hurt, but I’d like to think S. would be enough of a human to say so, instead of just “I accidentally burned a guy with the blow torch. In the face.”
But I fear that would be expecting too much from S.
Scary thought, huh?
Anyway, spring has truly arrived, and mum is coming on Tuesday. Hopefully this time we’ll all play nice.
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It’s weird how, the more sane I feel, with summer finally around the corner (you know, after spring), the more insane life is turning out to be. I’m looking forward to things taking a turn for the quieter.
Wow, I really am growing up!
It’s a bird! No, it’s a plane! No, it actually is a bird!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Jelly Man got a tetanus shot Monday, and has been sporting a limp left arm ever since - and because he works with heavy machinery where both arms a required he was home yesterday, and is today, too. It’s yet another bad luck/good luck thing as he could use the break from co-workers and other crap, and I’m sure it’s mutual. The docs appointment he had yesterday actually got him some sleeping meds, which is good because his sleep is really off. Another plus is that they have finally started coating his beta blockers so they don’t make him gag anymore when he takes them, which means he’ll take them more frequently, I hope.
Now Carlita, poor thing, woke up yesterday after a slightly delayed nap with what felt like a through-the-roof fever, but after making Jelly Man drive to get us a new digital thermometer, discovering that it wasn’t life threatening just yet - and after spending a whole day wondering what kind of virus she might have caught, hoping as hell she isn’t coming down with meningitis*, I realize it’s teething when I saw her stick her hands deep in her mouth. I stuck my finger in there and she chomped down as hard as she could stand, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head with exhaustion and the relief of pressure on her sore/itchy gums.
*The one thing I’m remotely worried about.
Today we’re just hanging in there. She still has fever, but seems chirpy otherwise. Jelly Man is, on the other hand, still feeling worse, may even be coming down with a fever of his own. I’m going to have to make that chicken my mum left in the fridge (every time she has been here we have to deal with food that she bought but never ate - mostly because she eats what we buy, once we get back from the store. We have almost come to expect that this is how it is. We get back from dropping her off at the airport, and then we go look at what she left for us.), and otherwise try to just make it as comfortable as possible for the two.
Today I’m just going to have to be supermom.
