Daffodil water

 Last night I learned that daffodil water can induce vomiting. How do I know this? Because I accidentally drank about 2 inches of daffodil water as I was loading the dishwasher. I realize that "accidentally drank" sounds like an impossibility. I assure you it is not impossible, but it is rather irresponsible. 

Before bed, fatigued from the day and in a chore haze, I was loading up the dishwasher for what felt like the gazillionth time that day. I picked up a glass that held about 2 inches of water. I thought it was the water I had been drinking earlier in the evening, so I gulped it down before putting the glass into the dishwasher. It wasn't until after I swallowed and tasted the floral aftertaste that I realized it was actually the water from the make-shift daffodil vase. 

About 20 minutes later everybody was tucked into bed and ready for the night. My stomach began to turn, but I assumed it was more of a mental reaction to the floral burps I was experiencing. I opted to lie still and wait it out. 45 seconds later I realized that I miscalculated the situation. I sprung up, shouted for a bowl and frantically tried to don my liner and leg. 

I was too late. I ended up projectile vomiting a combination of daffodil water and red velvet cake all over myself, my bedroom wall and Scott. It was beyond disgusting! I rushed to the bathroom where I endured 15 minutes of retching and sweating agony. As quickly as it came upon me it was over- with the exception of the red stains on our walls and carpet. 

Our bedroom now looks like a crime scene.  Learn from me. Don't drink the daffodil water.

Healed

I meant to post yesterday but my day quickly went off the rails. I was busy from the moment I woke up until I took my leg off at night. I was busy but also highly productive. It's always nice to be able to knock so much off of a to-do list, even if it means falling into bed exhausted at the end of the day.

Today should be a little quieter, which is good because the weather is going to be gorgeous. I am hoping that it is warm enough for Timmy to do school outside. He loves sitting in the sunshine, zooming with his classmates and friends. (I recognize that his school experience is not traditional, but he is absolutely thriving so I am not going to change anything.) 

The blisters on my leg have finally healed completely and I am no longer dealing with band-aids and Neosporin. It feels like I have been dealing with the same blister since Christmas. It is nice to look at my limb and see healthy and unblemished skin. Hopefully I'll be able to keep it healthy going into the summer months.

Have a great day!

Happy Birthday Scott

 Happy Birthday to my amazing husband Scott!  He drives me crazy at times but I can't imagine anybody else beside me day in and day out. Although this is not a milestone birthday we are going to try to make it as special as possible. Tacos and red velvet cake have been requested by the birthday boy and I am happy to oblige.  By comparison, his requests this year are simple to fulfill. 

 

Happy Birthday Scott!! 

Scooters and Treasures

 The gorgeous weather weekend was just what I needed to reset after my angst riddled week. I am frustrated that I suffered with nearly paralyzing anxiety for no reason, but I am accepting that it is a part of life and congratulating myself for pushing through. I've never had these issues before my hysterectomy and I am hoping that they will fade away with time. 

Yesterday was especially beautiful. Timmy, Friend and I spent the majority of our time outside, seeking treasure with the metal detector and enjoying the sunshine. It turns out that Friend is particularly helpful when it comes to Timmy's metal detecting pursuits. After a target is located, Timmy lays down the detector and picks up his trowel to dig. Friend, eager to help, starts to dig right next to him. Working together, the pair were able to uncover a table full of bottle caps, old cans, assorted metal segments and one very old belt buckle. 

When we weren't treasure seeking we were rolling through the neighborhood on our motorized devices (he used a scooter and I used my bike). With temperatures in the 70s I expected the yards to be teeming with neighbors enjoying the sun. I was surprised that Timmy and I were the only ones who were outside playing. It felt eerie and oddly ominous. 

Unfortunately our spring preview is coming to an end. The temperatures are now expected to be below average for the next few weeks. Hopefully the warm weather break will be enough to get me few the next few weeks of winter.

 

Anxiety

 Yesterday I woke up and I knew that it was going to be a rough day. My heart was racing and my nerves were jumpy before I even slipped on my leg. I tried to remain even and calm but within minutes I accepted that I was going to spend the day battling my anxiety. 

What am I anxious about? Everything and nothing. It is so hard to explain, but it felt like the day was one perpetual jump scare. I meditated, stayed busy, cried, baked and meditated again. Nothing alleviated the anxiety, but the fact that I made it through the day without any hiccups to my family or my work is a miracle. 

Today I'm still feeling jumpy but I can also sense that I'm gaining control over the emotion. The weather is supposed to be gorgeous, so I'm optimistic that some walks in the sunshine will help. Yesterday wasn't the best day, but hopefully today will be better.

Ramp Construction

 Friend had a rough start to the weekend which left us on edge and guarded. Thankfully Friday was the worst of it, but I was delighted when the weekend finally came to an end because he had a vet appointment scheduled for Monday. This little pup has wiggled his way deep into my heart and I worried about him more than I anticipated possible. 

Just like his human siblings used to do to me before going to the pediatrician, Friend made a remarkable recovery by the time we were walking into the vet's office. His tail was curled and happy where it had been tucked and bowed for the past week. His happy disposition made me look like a liar, but the vet was able to see through his adrenaline burst. He was diagnosed with a pulled muscle and prescribed anti-inflammatory medication, rest and no jumping for 10 days. 

When I relayed the diagnosis and the recommendation to the boys, they immediately got to work constructing a ramp so that Friend could get in and out of bed independently. The result is not the prettiest, but I was impressed with the brainstorming and the fact that they all worked together on the project. (Even Timmy contributed ideas and pillows to the project.)  Friend immediately took to the ramp and has been using it independently so it seems that he appreciates their efforts as well.  

 

Friend is Sick

 I am still fighting my cold, but right now my runny nose is secondary to my main concern. I am worried about Friend. This little pup has wiggled his way deep into my heart and seeing him uncomfortable hurts.

 Earlier this week he suddenly stopped jumping up on furniture or walking up the stairs. We assumed that he pulled a muscle trying to catch a squirrel (his arch nemesis) and were hopeful that the issue would subside. He has been cautious about jumping all week, but yesterday he began to ascend the stairs independently.

I was delighted to see him walk up the stairs but he turn a concerning turn late in the evening when he began to pant uncontrollably. All while panting, he suddenly became agitated, paced around the house and whined.  His stomach became bloated and hard. I was able to calm him down and, once he relaxed, the panting and agitation waned. I think he had gas, but his reaction was concerning to say the least. 

I have tried to get him into the vet when the symptoms first showed earlier this week but they had no "sick day" appointments available until next Wednesday. Thankfully we have an appointment for his annual physical scheduled for Monday. Hopefully my little pup is on the mend, but I will continue to worry until the vet clears him.