First off I’d like to apologize for the lack of posts lately. I felt that since I made promises about thrifted home interior posts I need to deliver. That project is still in the works but it got a bit derailed by Isobel getting sick, followed by me getting pounded by migraines that were caused by me catching Isobel’s cold. Awesome! This is the second time I’ve been sick during summer vacation. A personal best.
When Isobel got that scary high fever I flipped out and made sure she saw the doctor immediately. California has a nasty whooping cough epidemic and my mother convinced me we were all going to die. That wasn’t her goal, of course, but you put her neurotic worry together with my neurotic worry and it goes something like this:
I love my mother dearly, but sometimes she’s about the quickest way to give me an aneurism. I can hardly blame her for being crazy when I’m just as crazy myself. And she’s been spending a lot of time over here helping with the baby while Anthony works and I’ve been surrounding my head in ice packs and moaning for death.
Migraines take me out and pretty much waste my day, which puts me in a horrible mood. When I found out that I not only had the migraine but also a fever, signaling I was coming down with Isobel’s cold, my bad mood did not get any better.
I have been trying to find ways to entertain Isobel that are appropriate for a sick child and something I can supervise while not feeling so hot myself. We’ve taken lots of cool-down baths together:
Anthony supervised her playing with pots and pans (my migraine would not tolerate that):
I tried to Beiber her hair:
We played dress up:
And we snuggled with Daddy:
And with me:
She wants to go outside but she’s way too sick for that. Although I love Yo Gabba Gabba I’ve been kind of YGG’d out from all the time we’ve been spending loafing around in front of the TV. I’m going a little insane from the repetition of the songs. Neither of us have much of an appetite so it was a small miracle when (former chef) Grandpa Doug brought us ribs and she tore into them with gusto.
Right now I’m still sick but grateful the worst of the migraine seems to have passed and Isobel is finally napping. Anthony is getting ready to for his overnight hike up Half Dome. I’m trying not to be neurotic and terrified about that. I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s the height of personal fitness and strength. We had always planned on making this hike together but when I was finally diagnosed with Crohn’s we knew that was no longer possible. The arthritis alone makes walking to the park difficult, never mind a 14 hour hike up a mountain. And the cables. ::shudder:: I’m terrified of the cables. He’s going with some experienced hikers who know what they are doing but I’d be ruining my reputation as the Worry Champion of the West Coast if I didn’t admit that I’m a little terrified for him. They are doing the majority of this hike at night, did I mention that?