Breaking News :: Frozen Foods Cure Fevers

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I interrupt my sick-induced respite, as well as your life, to bring you this breaking news.

My 7yr old has just alerted me to the fact that frozen foods cure fevers.

Due to technical difficulties, we are not able to bring you any video or audio of the incredible and groundbreaking information. What follows is a copy of the transcript.

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Joe: Mommy, did you know frozen foods cure fevers?

Mommy: No, I did not know that.

Joe: Well, it is true. When you have a fever, it is because your body is very hot. So, what you do is you eat lots of frozen food. The cold from the frozen food will meet up with the germs, which are hot. Once the frozen foods connect with the germs, the germs sizzle. You’ll feel a little weird at first, but then you’ll feel better. So, since you have a fever, you should eat frozen foods. Oh, and you need to drink tons of water, too. Frozen foods and water are very important when you have a fever.

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This concludes this breaking news story, you may return to your life already in progress.

A mind at work.

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I’m lying alone “with my head on the phone, thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt too, but –”

Oh sorry. I got carried away with an Air Supply song. I hate it when that happens.

I am lying alone in bed and looking out the bedroom window. The sun shining on the green leaves lifts my mood, and I make an effort to give thanks for the beauty that surrounds our house. But, the pain is strong, and it tries hard to overpower any perks in my mood or sparkle in my eyes.

The pain starts in the knees. I easily envision tiny monsters gnawing away on my joints and cartilage. The pain is dull, raw, and constant. I try to rub away the pain in the knees, but the rubbing creates a different kind of pain.

Within minutes the pain creeps up into my back and slowly works its way down to my elbows, wrists and fingers.

As I lie in bed, I rock back and forth, trying to rock away the pain. I curl up into a fetal position, wishing I was still that child that was soothed by her Mom’s touch. I see myself sitting on the couch with the boys when they are sick, my fingers running through their hair. Oh, how I wish my Mom could sit beside me and run her fingers through my hair, like she did when I was young.

Rob enters the bedroom, “Can I get you anything?” He asks.

“Will you rub my back, please?” I whine.

He sits next to me and starts rubbing my back. His touch causes me to wince in pain, but the pain of his touch seems to overpower the rawness. The tiny monsters seem scatter with the rubbing, only to return when the rubbing stops.

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This came on suddenly. Monday I felt fine. Tuesday I hit a wall, and I hit the wall hard. The hypochondriac in me took to Google to find the cause of the horrid aching I was feeling without having a fever. The pain I felt was how I perceived the pain attributed to Fibromyalgia. Was I battling Fibromyalgia? WebMD and Wikipedia lead me to believe I was the newest member of the Fibro-group.

When I went to the doctor, she smiled and nodded at my Fibromyalgia knowledge, but she also clarified the fact that Fibromyalgia progresses over time. You don’t go to bed one night, and wake up the next morning aching horrifically from head to toe.

Thankfully, she ruled out Lupus, Rheumatoid arthritis, Mono, and various other illnesses. She also ruled out an ear infection, strep, and sinusitis. She was good at ruling out infections, just not too good in pinning down the infection I was battling.

She told me there was a chance I came in to the office before the virus really took hold, hence aches and pains but no fever. Blood was taken, and I was told to rest and take ibuprofen for pain.

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The fever arrives. Just like the overachieving little monsters eating my joints, this fever starts in overdrive. My temperature skyrockets, and the chills settle in for a bit of added fun.

I take two ibuprofen pills, drink a large glass of water, and lie in bed. I want to cry. Moaning and rocking seems to help ease the pain a bit, so I moan and rock while looking out the window.

Thoughts start circulating throughout my mind: The green leaves are so pretty. I love the view from my bed. I wish I felt better. I need to go for a walk. I need to write. I miss writing. I miss walking. Why do I always get the Fs and Ks, when I play Words with Friends? If the rabbit poops on Rob’s laptop, does that make the laptop a compoop’er?

After a while, I notice the pain in my back starts to lessen. My moans become whimpers, and my rocking stops. Gradually, the pain eases in the elbows, wrists, and fingers. The vicious monsters eating away at my joints are muffled by the medication. Finally, I notice my knees aren’t aching.

I smile slightly, breathing in the welcomed respite from the pain. I consider sitting up and grabbing my laptop. I consider putting together a lame pictorial post about my boys watching the coffee maker make coffee. I consider getting up and getting a bite to eat. I consider getting up and checking on the kids, dogs, and bunny. Still smiling, I look out the window and drift off to sleep.

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Caution: Cranky Blogger Seeking Ignorance

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I received a call from Joe’s teacher. “Joe is showing some unusual behavior.” She said. Unsure what she meant, I started visualizing different things. Turns out none of my visions were accurate. She was simply concerned he didn’t feel well. I made an appointment with his pediatrician. Come to find out, the kid was battling strep. The next morning, while taking Charlie to the dentist, I talked to myself about whether or not to take Charlie to the pediatrician.

The dialogue went something like this: “I should take Charlie to the doctor. He probably has strep. Dang blast it. I have that perfect part-time job #2 I have to tackle. Joe’s home from school. If I find out Charlie has strep, he’ll be home from school, too. How am I going to work two jobs with two kids at home? Did I leave the iron on? Wait. I don’t iron. Is there ice cream in the freezer at home?”

Actually, the dialogue better resembled Cameron, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. “He probably has strep. He probably has strep. I’ll go. I’ll go. I’ll go.” Like Cameron, if I had not been driving during this conversation with myself, I would have gotten out of the car and jumped up and down in frustration.

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Wickedly Wacky Wednesday

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.:: Loop de loop
Once again, I am here to inform you that we are crazy. All the occupants within the Nacoochee Nest, which includes myself, my husband and our two boys, are crazy. The wackiness of this post will only affirm we are riding on the crazy train. In all seriousness, we have gone bonkers after having spent way too many days with each other and no one else. True, Joe had a brief stint at boarding school (aka Grandma’s house), but within seconds of getting in the car with his younger brother, the bickering began as if the two had never been apart from one another. And, within two seconds of entering the Nacoochee Nest, the two were – again – whining about each other regarding this or that.

The whining. Oh my. The whining. All four of us are whining. It is insane. Insane, I tell you. We are loopy. We are crazy. We are nutty. And, we are doing our best to find sanity by doing a veritable plethora of things. For instance …

Concentration is key.

Using the following quotes, which are being uttered while partaking in a specific activity, see if you can name the activity:
“Come on!” “You made me do that!” “Darn it!” “Please be quiet!” “Stop it!” “Don’t laugh at me!” “I need a kleenex!” (Wait, the kleenex quote is because of the colds running rampant through our house. My apologies.) “Yes!” “200!” “Did you see that?”

If you guessed “playing video games” you are correct. Joe and Charlie pulled out our ‘old school’ video games. The video games are contained in a little gadget you connect to the television; five games packed in one little hand-held device. The games included are: Dig Dug, Pac Man, Galaxian, Rally X and Bosconian.

Oh! They got me!

Watching the boys become both excited and frustrated at the same time, brought back so many funny memories for me. Joe is jumping up when he makes a mistake, as well as jumping up when he gets a high score. He smiles and throws his head back when he dodges a car, and he smiles and throws his head back when he gets eaten or blown to bits. His mouth and his lips move, mirroring his hand on the joystick. And, I watch as his feet twitch and move along with the various things on the screen.

Q-Bert

Rob and I are laughing as we watch the boys take on the familiar poses we took on so many years ago. And, when Rob and I are at the helm of the joystick, Charlie asks “How come you know how to play this?” Rob laughs and says, “I used to get excited when I was babysitting and the kids went to bed.” I then add, “Yes, my friend Lindsey-loopner can tell you about my addiction to Ka-Boom! and Pitfall.” Of course, Rob and I are having the conversation with ourselves at this point, leaving Charlie looking confused.

Have I mentioned the whining? Yes, I believe I have. Lately, dinners have been a prime time for whining in our house. “What’s for supper?” It is a simple question; however, I know my answer to the simple question, at least when the vegetable is mentioned, will generate the following whined response, “I doon’t liiike [insert food here].”

So, last night, when the nightly question was asked by Charlie, I said, “Well, I’d tell you. But, you won’t like it, and I don’t want to hear you whine or cry.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes you will.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I think you’ll cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Green beans.”

Wordless and whineless, he looks down, smiles and walks away.

Me and Chuck-chuck

Yes, the past two weeks have been crazy at our house. As the sickness begins to lift, the humor is starting to stream in more readily. I am optimistic that we will be healthy by the new year. We’ll go into the new year as crazy as we are today, but our craziness adds to our character. And, we done got a ton of character!

Now, please say a prayer for my friend, Carol. I am meeting her for dinner tonight. This will be my first interaction with the outside world in weeks, and I’m twitching with excitement. God help her.

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Distracted by doughnuts

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So, have you ever eaten something so delicious it caused you to sing out in excitement? A friend of mine would sing out with a loud ‘Aaaaaah’ whenever she was – well, let’s just leave it as my friend would sing out whenever she was excited about this or that.

This morning, while I was driving to work, I sang out. Loudly. I was the only person in the car at the time, though I don’t know if that makes my sudden outburst more acceptable or not.

Included in one of the boxes: lemon meringue and strawberry bismark (w/fresh sliced strawberries) doughnuts.

Why the sudden outburst of “Aaaaaaah!”? Because I was stopping by Dutch Monkey Doughnuts to pick up a few, well, doughnuts. When I walked into Dutch Monkey, the desire to burst out in song was great; however, I was able to maintain my composure.

I walked out of the doughnut bakery with a dozen freshly baked doughnuts. And again, when I was alone in the car, I raised my voice to the angels. Crazy, eh? Crazy good, I’m telling you!

My boss and I enjoyed both of the strawberry bismark doughnuts, with fresh sliced strawberries. And honestly, the bismark was so good, I wanted to stop by on the way home to get two more. ‘Tis the season to be gluttonous, right? Alas, I did not go back and get more doughnuts. I think a dozen is plenty.

Here’s the thing, my post today was going to be about parenthood. And yet, the goodness of Dutch Monkey overcame me. Overcame me. So, I had to share.

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Our 5yr old is sick. He has had a fever since late Sunday night/early Monday morning. With the fever keeping Joe ‘down’, he has been more willing to cuddle with me. And, I have done my very best to milk his fever for all it is worth – with regards to cuddling, I mean.

Unhappy boy with his exhausted parents.

Yesterday, I was going through old pictures of Joe, with the intent of finding one particular one taken when he was a newborn.  As newbie parents to a baby that liked to cry, Rob and I were exhausted. The picture conveyed the story clearly, and I think it would have made for an excellent Christmas card enclosure. That is, if Joe was born in December. However, he was born in January,  and by the time his first Christmas came ’round, we were seasoned parents and I was pregnant with our second baby.

Because Joe is sick and I had the baby picture on my mind, I am reflecting back on my boys being babies. I remember when I was able to sit on the couch with them for hours, cuddling and napping. And, while I’m not looking to raise another newborn, I do enjoy recalling some of the memories of early parenthood.

Joe and his dog, Cherokee

In my search for the exhausted picture, I found another picture of newborn Joe. Looking more closely at the second picture, I noticed our dog, Cherokee. I think Cherokee liked the babies, too. Actually, Cherokee still loves the boys, especially when the boys are eating.

As I type, Joe is sitting next to me. If he were feeling 100%, Joe would be outside, coloring, building with blocks, playing with his train, etc. But, while feeling under the weather, sitting with Mom works for him. And, Joe sitting with Mom works for me, too! Maybe Joe would like to have a doughnut with me. I have plenty to share. Oh look! Here comes Cherokee.