As I was anxiously awaiting the final episode of Lost, I decided to prepare canned Ravioli for my children for dinner.
Because I’m an excellent mother with superior culinary skills.
My thoughts must have been elsewhere, because I sliced my thumb open on the lid. And by sliced, I mean that I no longer have a thumb print.
After grossing the children out with all the kitchen carnage, I wrapped the offending thumb up in a Viva Paper Tower (for extra absorbency) and went to show Fiddledaddy.
“Well. When does Urgent Care close?” Like he doesn’t know that by heart. “It’s closed.” That would have been our second adventure to Urgent Care in a week. Which I’ll get to in a minute.
The emergency room was out of the question, since it would have interfered with the last episode of Lost. I decided that in the spirit of the Lost finale, I would ask Fiddledaddy to stitch me up with my sewing kit. Using basic black.
Undaunted, I headed for a box of flesh colored Nexcare bandages. Which have done a minimally adequate job of keeping me from bleeding out. As luck would have it, I use my thumbs A LOT, which means that I keep re-opening the wound. But whatever, I can get by with one thumb.
I really don’t think I can take any more impromptu medical emergencies. A couple of weeks ago, Cailey ended up in the E.R. with an infected cyst on her thyroid gland. To keep you up to speed, she finished her round of antibiotics and the swelling and redness subsided dramatically.
But. Yesterday, the day after finishing her meds, the lump re-appeared along with a fever. We spoke with her doctor this morning and he wants to put her on another round of antibiotics, and we’ll see him next week to determine if/when the cyst needs to be removed.
At the beginning of this last week, Emme woke up with a 105 degree fever. I got it down to 103 with Tylenol, but didn’t want to take any chances. So we aimed the van toward Urgent Care. Where everyone knows our name. She had a nasty ear infection. Caused by her inability to BLOW HER NOSE.
When she saw her Pediatrician yesterday, she received a stern warning to BLOW HER NOSE instead of ALL THE SNIFFING. I pretty sure she’s learned her lesson. I’ve assured her that contrary to popular belief, she will not lose valuable brain cells by blowing her nose.
A round of antibiotics for her followed.
Before anything else happens, I’m packing. Seriously. And heading over to Orlando for the annual FPEA Homeschool Convention. I CANNOT WAIT. If you happen to be going there to, you’ll know it’s me because I’ll be dragging my bum leg behind me.
Oh yes. This morning my knee swelled up, just begging me to give it its own zip code. AWESOME. But I don’t care. Trish is bringing her Vita-Mix for our room, and there may or may not be wine coolers in my future.
I hope to blog live from the convention. If you think that the only reason I go is to GET AWAY, HANG OUT WITH GOOD FRIENDS, AND DRINK WINE COOLERS, you would be mistaken.
I’m going to attend all seminars, peruse the exhibitor’s booths (taking great care to avoid The Cart People), and generally remind myself why I homeschool.
The getting away, good friends, jacuzzi, and potential wine coolers are simply incidentals.
That’s my story, and I’m hanging onto it for dear life.
If you are fellow homeschooling Floridians and are going to the convention, leave me a comment letting me know! I’ll be updating at will. And if you think about it, pray for Fiddledaddy, who will be wrangling the children.
I certainly hope I don’t accidentally leave my cell phone at home…that would be tragic… 🙂