I meant to post this several days ago. I am out of the hospital and recovering. The doctor said it will probably take a month or so for my lungs to go back to "my normal" but I'm definitely glad to be home. Being woken up at 4:30am every morning to have your blood drawn isn't really helpful to getting rest. Thank you to all my friends who wished me a speedy recovery. I will definitely update what's going on in more detail in the next few days.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
I’m Home!!!!!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Dawn is in the hospital
I just wanted to let you know, Dawn was admitted to the hospital yesterday for serious problems with her asthma, which is now pneumonia. She did not come home today, and hopefully will be back tomorrow. The important thing is she is getting rest and the proper attention to help her heal. Bossman (Paul)
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Friday, February 5, 2010
What’s Been Going On
I guess it's time to update my blog and all my friends on what's been going on. I know I've been MIA lately. Everyone knows that The Bossman's mom passed away. I appreciate all your kind thoughts as does The Bossman. It meant a great deal to him. The week after the funeral, I had to go to school and pick up Taylor. Of course she had a fever. It was 101 by the time I got there. She was also coughing a great deal. Now, when she left for school that morning, I hadn't heard a single sniffle, cough, or sneeze. I took her straight from school to the doctor. How can someone go from fine one minute to full blown pneumonia the next? I don't know why I act surprised, it's Taylor. That's what she does. Okay, I can handle taking care of Taylor, working, and trying to help The Bossman any way I can with his grief. I always wish I could say something profound that helps but all I can do is be there when he needs me to lean on. However, 2 days after Taylor got sick, my throat started to hurt. Then my lymph nodes swelled up and my temperature spiked to 103. Yeah, just what I needed. The Bossman promptly (even though I didn't want to go, I don't argue with The Bossman) sent me off to Urgent Care. Sometimes it's annoying when he's right. I was thinking just a bad cold or something. Nope…I also had pneumonia complicated by my asthma and a viral infection of the throat. I can't remember the last time I was that sick. I just could not function. But we all know as mom's, we have to. The Bossman took care of the business…and wouldn't you just know that that week we got so many computers in, it was crazy. I would feed and medicate Taylor, she would lay in her bed watching TV and looking at her car magazines and I would drag my body back to the couch. Of course, having a business out of your house means you can't be lying around sick in your pajamas so I had to lie around completely dressed. Not fun when your temperature goes up to 104. I had no voice so all I could do is gesture or write. The Bossman thought that was kind of fun because at night when we were watching TV, he'd talk to me and all I could was nod or smile. He said that was nice since he could say anything he wanted without any rebuttals from the peanut gallery. Things are finally back to our normal. Taylor is back at school and so far so good…no calls. I am feeling almost 100%. I still have a lingering cough but with my asthma, that's normal. Now I'm just letting The Bossman sleep in while I take care of the office. He said we work in shifts. I have the early shift then he gets up and works until 2am. We are still busy as hell. There are so many computers in the shop right now that I've run out of room in our normal holding area…and it's big. In this economy though, we are doing very well and I am very thankful for that. People will come up with the money to fix their computers. I think sometimes they'll forgo food just so they can get on FaceBook, MySpace, or play WOW. Hey works for me. *laughs* Hopefully I'll be able to catch up with everyone. I've started trying to leave comments on blogs. Bear with me as it might take me a bit. *hugs to all my friends…I've missed you*
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Revisiting a Poem
Taylor @ 4 years old I know just about everyone has read this at one time or another. I just felt the need to share it again. Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly one hundred thousand women will become mothers of special needs children. Did you ever wonder how these mothers of special needs children are chosen?
Somehow visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth: son, patron saint, Matthew. Forest, Marjorie: Daughter, patron saint, Cecilia. "Rutledge, Carrie: twins, patron saint.....give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a profoundly developmentally disabled child." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a child with a disability to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says 'Mommy" for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see if as few people ever see my creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised in midair.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."
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