Honestly- I would have updated you guys had there been any news. There was nothing. NOTHING. Y'know- weekends should count in the 3-day period in which they have to answer. It's no fair to make us wait the weekend and then 3 days. No fair at all.
So we have no idea when we might hear. Hmpf.
Last night Cole did a faceplant into the pergo. I turned around , not realizing he was there, and he tripped over the toe of my shoe. He had things in both hands so he wasn't able to break his fall properly. His hands slid out sideways and his face make a sickening wet smack sound on the floor. I picked him up and flipped him over and saw that his lip was already purple and was bleeding. Then my head blew up and I died. The end.
We applied copious amounts of grape popsicle and nuzzling. We distracted with books. The only thing we didn't do, idiots that we are, is give him any pain medicine. DOH! His swollen, black-and-blue gums weren't bad enough without pain meds- we have to give him a fat lip too. Builds Character!
After he was finished with his popsicle and snuggled in his grandfather's lap reading books, I felt like all of the blood rushed out of my head. Really- it was like my eyes were sinking in, and my head was tingling as if it had gone to sleep. Like I slept on it funny and cut off the circulation.
After that episode was over (during which I actually turned down the back-rub my mom was giving me because I was so high-strung that it hurt to be touched), I was just worn out. I could have gone to bed that instant. Cole must have been worn out too, because he slept without moving through the night.
He was extra cranky-pants this morning. I don't blame him.
It makes me realize even more than ever before how exhausting it must be to have a child with a chronic disease/problem. It's not a quick crisis-then-over kind of situation; it's a constant worry/wait/worry/wait/crisis!/worry/wait (repeat forever). At least, that's what I imagine. It seems like you'd be living your life with that hanging over everything. I can't imagine how wasted I would be if I had to live with that. I hope I never have to find out.
Anyway, it was a GORGEOUS weekend out here in California, which was wonderful but also frightening. If we don't get some rain it's going to be the worst year of drought in a long time. And I STILL have trouble flushing the toilet for just pee after the drought of my childhood. If it's yellow- let it mellow! If it's brown- flush it down!!
And I just had this unbelievable craving for a cheeseburger with pickles and onions only from McDonald's. I haven't had anything from McDonald's for about 17 years or so. Huh... wonder where that came from?
