Finally…

I feel like a Who from Dr. Seuss’s Horton Hears a Who.  I need to shout, “I am here! I am here!”  There is one word that describes the past month: exhaustion.  This Lupus thing is no joke.  Plain vanilla exhaustion.  All. The. Time.

I think raising teenagers is adding to that sense of exhaustion.  “Oh look, I folded a towel and parented a teenager.  I need to lie down.”  I might say this with a little cheek, but my husband’s recent antics might be adding to the inordinate fatigue.

“Why is there a drunk man in our living room at 1 in the morning?”

“Well, Hank was driving us home from the client dinner.”

“Where is Hank?”

“He got arrested…for DUI.”

“How did you get here…with Paul?”

“The cops dropped us off.  I’m calling Paul a cab.”

“Wait, you let a drunk Hank drive you home?”

“I didn’t know he was drunk.  He looked completely sober.”

“Oh my god…”

Perhaps it’s Milly’s Canine Drama.  Her upper canine has been loose but refusing to come out.  She’s been yanking on that stubborn tooth for days and days and then complaining, “It huuUUUUUuuuuurts!”  Finally, in the car yesterday after picking her up from school, she shouted, “It came out! I can’t find it!” Blood was pooling in her mouth so it sounded more like, “Ih ame ou..I an’t ind it!” And then the crying started because she was bleeding not to mention she couldn’t spit out the blood.  She looked like a little vampire what with all the blood starting to stream down the sides of her mouth.  I was driving while simultaneously trying to find a tissue.  I then spied just what I needed! One of my older girls left a maxi pad in the car for some reason.  I think it fell out of a purse or backpack.  I grabbed it, opened it, and said, “Here! This is perfect! Spit out the blood onto this!” Eadaoin shouted, “Oh, yeah, actually that will work!” Milly looked horrified.  She held it out in front of her like it was a dead animal.  I was highly amused, looking in the rearview mirror to see my daughter with a pad sticking out of her mouth.

Of course, Grace is having terrible migraines again except she is experiencing prosopagnosia with them now.  What a weird thing.  That’s been going on for a week.  We are going to the specialty hospital today for a Toradol injection and quick neurological check.  I also get the feedback from Eadaoin’s neuropsychological profile at the same time! So, do you know what I did? I told my husband that he had to come.  He has never been to any meeting or appointment where Grace is concerned.  Not once.  I put my foot down.  Guess what? He’s coming.  So, he’ll go with Grace while I go to the feedback session.  He gets to meet her neurologist.  Finally.

He also finally saw a psychiatrist and had his first intake last week.  Another ‘finally’.

We are off to the races this morning, and all I want to do is lie down.  I can do it.

Right? Right.  ::whimper::

 

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9 thoughts on “Finally…

  1. Hi. I am a new follower. But I wanted to say I love your blog! I love what you write about. I have did and ptsd, and My alters have their own blog, well I am an alter too, so I also write in it. If you’d like to join it then you can send an request to me at http://manymults.wordpress.com/

    I hope you have fun at the races! And so sorry your so exhausted! You sound busy though! Too funny about the tooth drama. Hope you’ll join our blog! XX ❤

    • Yes, Mom. Actually, I did last night. I went to bed at 6 PM with my laptop and binged on Agents of SHIELD. I did nothing. I got up this morning to see the evidence of my having made that choice (OMG the kitchen!). Alas, I’m glad I did. I was so tired. And Grace got her Toradol injection=migraine finally abated. So, everyone is better just in time for American Thanksgiving. Big hugs to you! xo

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