Long Time, No Post

The video is to give you a clue as to what I've been doing. I got to go stay with Jack while both his parents were working. Jenn was in South Korea and Tim was in Georgia. Jack is almost 4 years old now and very active.

 

The kid ran like this for 2 days. I spent 2 days in the warm Alabama sun. All day play led to pictures like these.

I think I tuckered the kid out. But Tim had been complaining about Jack getting out of bed a million times a night. Let me tell you he went to bed at 7:30 and stayed there all night. I didn't hear a peep out of him.

So, I got home and wasn't feeling very well. I had three days of gastric problems and by Thursday I was dehydrated and beginning to go into Acidosis.  I went into the walk-in clinic that is associated with my doctor.  They did a bunch of tests and sent me to the 23 hour observation unit of the hospital to get fluids. Then told me that I should drink hydration drinks and stop taking Metformin when I'm not able to keep anything down.
Made sense to me when I was told that, and I wonder why I didn't think about it on my own.

The tests they did showed that I'm still anemic, so I'm wondering if I should go talk to my doctor about it. Maybe I will just call the NP and ask how long it takes for the anemia to subside.

The other changes are that Mollie bought a car, so I'm going to take a big hit and insure it for her while she's in school. A friend thinks I should make her pay for it, but she does need a car to get to work and back. And I don't pay her tuition. A little help isn't bad.

At work I'm organizing a 24 person move and a spring cleaning event where I will be asking chronic hoarders to destroy anything that is over 6 years old and isn't a contract. I wanted to word the announcement in the strong language that Compliance and Ethics have been using, but my supervisor says no. So, I doubt that some of our managers are going to respond.

That's what has been going on. Not much but the life of the chronically ill.

PS. Last weekend was the first time that Jack spontaneously told me that he loved me. I can't tell you what good that did for my heart. Clifton was about the same age, but he didn't speak until he was almost 36 months old. I love them all, passionately. But hearing from their own mouths, without being prompted by parents is special. Even typing it now makes me want to cry. I'm too emotional.