Grace of the wrong sort

Borrowing a page from dear Ms. M, I must tell you all of my latest episode. Before I begin, I must say: DON'T WORRY, MOM, I AM OK! (my mom reads my blog and I know this post is going to warrant a phone call (not that I mind said phone call, but I just don't want good ol' Pokey to get herself all worried over nothing) - Love ya', Mom!)

Where to begin this tale? I got up this morning with the full intention of running along the lakeshore. Of course, once I got down there, I realized that 35 degrees into the wind wasn't exactly my cup of tea for the morning so I headed into the Y to run around the track.

Everything was going well and the run was good (despite the lack of better scenery) when the maintenance guy at the Y decided it would be a good idea to set up scaffolding in the middle of the back stretch of the track. Honestly, whatever possessed him to do this while someone was running around the track, I will never know. Alas, I had to jump over one of the legs and round the corner. Obviously, the jumped knocked me out of focus and before I knew it, I had ran smack into one of the outside beams of the track and was knocked on my ample backside. I think what irked me the most was that the maintenance guy didn't even notice that I was sitting there stunned for a few minutes. I managed to get myself up and tell the front desk what happened. After filling out an accident report, I drove home (which, in retrospect, probably wasn't the wisest of ideas, but then again . . . ) As soon as I got in, I went and got Rich and told him I needed to go to the doctor.

The Lord was really working for me this morning as Rich and the two kids were assembled in no time flat with minimal whining (Kyra was still sleeping when I got home and wasn't particuarly fond of being awakened from her beauty sleep). Then it was off to the ER where, to my amazement, there was NO waiting! The kids were extremely well behaved and the nurses took pity on them and showered them with juice and chocolate milk. I had my head examined (literally) with a CT scan and they discovered that I do, indeed, have a brain! Seriously, there were no abnormal findings but I just have a severe headache and I need to avoid football, wrestling, skateboarding and other contact sports that may result in a head injury for the next week. So, I guess my skydiving adventure planned for this week is out.

So, praise to God for being in control and keeping me safe. I guess this proves that I am really hard-headed after all!

That's what friends are for!

I will admit that I am horrible about making doctor appointments. I will take the kids in at the drop of a hat, but when it comes to scheduling "necessary maintenance" for myself, I always find a not-so-good excuse to procrastinate. It's especially difficult when you've moved to a new area and don't know any of the doctors and their bedside manners.

On recommendation from Miss J, I scheduled an appointment with her doctor and what can I say? She was the BEST! Now, I don't think you'll see me running to sign up for my next appointment, but at least I know the next time I go, I can't blame it on the fact that I don't like the doctor!

For your infomation . . .

Last night, Ian suffered a baseball "injury." Basically, during his first at-bat he hit a ball but instead of using the bat, the ball hit his right thumb - OUCH! Actually, he was a brave little guy, shook it off and finished his at-bat. It wasn't until he was off the field that he broke down. By then, the nail bed was a lovely shade of blue-violet, so since he conveniently injured himself before the walk-in clinic closed, I took him over there. After x-rays, it was determined there were no broken bones, but the nail did need to be "drained." Ian wasn't thrilled about the idea but we convinced him it would be better for his videogame playing. However, he informed the doctor "For your information, I do not like to see blood." I guess you had to be there, but it was the most hysterical thing I have ever heard!

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Ian has been battling a cold all week. Yesterday he started with his cough. I always dread when he starts coughing because usually it turns into pneumonia, so we started him on Albuterol last night. I just knew he wasn't going to be feeling well in the morning and would probably keep him home from school. Sure enough he was in our room at 6:15 to let us know he wasn't feeling good.

I was able to get him in to see the doctor and thankfully it has not developed into pneumonia (yet). However, she did prescribe him Pulmicort to try to heal his lungs quicker. After Kyra's nap, we went to the grocery store and I figured I would kill two birds with one stone and have it filled at their pharmacy. Of course, they don't stock it! UGH! So, my attempts to multi-task were thwarted so off to Wal-Mart we go.

After dropping off the prescription and doing some shopping, we head back to pick it up. I think the whole city of Manitowoc is sick judging from the length of the pharmacy line so we wait. And what does an 8 year old do when forced to wait in an excessively long line? He wanders up and down the aisle looking at the pretty packaging - on the CONDOMS!!!! Thankfully, he did not start reading the labels out loud else I would have had to have made a swift bolt for the door!