Saturday, February 17, 2007

Dear one, I had enough
Killjoy lurking in the shadows
I been sick and tired
Playing out my day in a dream
-- The Jayhawks "Dying on the Vine"

I've had that "sick and tired" line running through my head a thousand times in the last few weeks. Good thing because, as I've said before (many times) I'm running out of "sick" quotes. I debated even writing about all this, but I've received so many e-mails wondering where the hell I am that I thought I should go ahead and tell you where the hell I've been. Today's photo represents where I'd rather's a San Diego sunset.

I'm feeling a lot like John Lennon lately, hanging out in the bed (though without the paparazzi or Yoko Ono, thank god). You guessed it, I've been sick AGAIN. Evidently my lungs must be a cool place to be, because bronchitis is digging my scene. I've had more steroids than a pro baseball player and I smoke the hookah (okay, it's a nebulizer, but I can pretend) every 4 hours faithfully. I've taken enough antibiotics that I should be able to touch bacteria on the kitchen counter and hear it sizzle but IT JUST WON'T GO AWAY. I was sick enough that the Short People had to travel across State to stay with my in-laws for a week...what a guilt trip I've had over that. My doctor is mystified and I am heading to UVA on Wednesday next week to see an immunologist. Maybe someone can figure out what is wrong with me before Tracy decides to put me down in the backyard like Old Yeller.

At the same time all this has been going on, Kate developed an infected lymph gland. I am talkin' bout a one inch long by 3/4 of an inch wide, swollen, bulging, goiteresque (put that word in for you, Clariee) lymph gland. The kind of lymph gland that makes your pediatrician mutter "oh, MY" under her breath as she breaks out the tape measure to determine it's size. In addition I can safely say that, like her father, Kate is allergic to meds in the penicillin family. I am certain because I am looking at my sweet baby covered (and I do mean covered) with red, swollen, hot hives. These beauties popped out a few days into her antibiotic treatment for the lymph gland. We are coasting through the weekend until the hives calm down, then trying a new and hopefully less offensive antibiotic for her. Maybe we can trade meds?


I'm writing this as I warm up oh so nutritious chicken nuggets for my children and send Tracy off with some of our friends to see the blue grass band we were supposed to see together. Feeling a bit sorry for myself and splurging on a glass (or two) of wine. Who cares; the antibiotics aren't working anyway!
Sorry for the long absence, and I'm sure I'll have lots of photos to post in the days ahead. None of them will involve hives, antibiotics or breathing treatments.


Delane said...

Sorry you've felt bad for so long. Hope that changes soon.

If you look closely at the photo from our Farmer John post, you can see Beth Bowman Martin in the middle, sitting on a couch. She was there with her twins. Terry Hill also passed through before the show.

Deana said...

I never imagined you were so sick, and for so long! I wondered where you were but hated to bother you....I hope you feel better soon. Maybe the docs in Charlottesville will be able to fix you up. I know you have to be bummed out not getting to do anything. And then poor Kate....

Martin is allergic to penicillin too.

Joyce family said...

Sorry for all the sickness. I know it sucks. Mike and I had short lived colds but tyring to wish spring upon us so that fewer bugs and viruses about. Hope better days are ahead for you.