This early pass-out is partly due to running club starting this week, yay!! The boys had their first run this morning. I was extremely jealous. It was a beyond-beautiful morning. I have hurt my right knee in some way so I'm not so sure if my half marathon this coming year will be a smart one... downer. So I am living extra vicariously through my babes in these moments. S. Stink ran 12 laps, Benny 7.
This means that my Sergeant is feeling better. I was comforted to hear at the dinner table about all these laps he ran today. He scared me Saturday morning. He awoke at 3am wanting to play a computer game. This is my child who craves his own bed, hardly changes position in his sleep and never wakes up during the night. I gave him an odd look as my tired brain tried to figure out this absurd request. An hour later he crawls into my nest and snuggles with his mom. I awoke another hour later to heavy breathing. It was one of those creepy sounds that will wake you out of any deepest sleep. My first thought- I was squishing him. No, he just wasn't breathing well. The Nurse in me left at that time and all that was there was a terrified mom. I broke his sleep, sat him up and said, "Honey, honey, get up! What's wrong??" He tells me "I don't know mom but my chest hurts." I looked at him wanting to cry over the sounds of his junky lungs not even needing auscultation from a stethoscope to figure out whats going on. The Nurse in me starts coming to and I gather him, his worried brother who cried and kissed him on the cheek, a couple of bags, and off we were to the hospital. No pneumonia per chest xray... thank God. Just a reactive airway due to a crummy virus. I'm hoping this is where it ends needing only an albuterol inhaler and spacer. Mom will be watching you dear boy...
I have filled some hard to fill shoes at work (temporarily) which entails some lengthy standing. I envisioned doing a head-stand at the end of the day or even sleeping like a bat to compensate for what my body isn't totally used to. I also never enjoy seeing someone feel threatened, makes my heart sad. I encouraged my dear and sweet patient through some of his depression after his stroke... the worst type of CVA I never like seeing anyone go through, but always have the heart and feel honored to help.
I still have loads of energy to finish laundry, do homework, play with my cupcakes, pack lunches, make dinners, read, pray, blog, hit the gym, order a new phone cover, hunt for a twilight shirt I can bedazzle, and face any other thing that may come my way.
I do wish you two pickles had the same kind of energy tonight... I kind of really missed you!! Oh well... tomorrow we will play at the park, go to IHOP for those scary face pancakes you want and carve pumpkins together. xoxoxoxo
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