I had a headache again yesterday. I keep getting these mini migranes.  I think they’re related to the weather.  It’s been so whacky this winter.  Cold, hot, cold hot.  Hopefully it will mellow out some for awhile and I can figure out if that’s truely what’s causing them or not. 

I’ve had a terrific morning.  DS started his “PATROL” duties this morning.  He is so excited about it.  I’ll have to share that story soon.  He’s had two sleepless nights over it.  One really angry and the other exhillerated.  I’m thrilled for him though.  He’s wanted this so bad for well over a year now.  MISS PIKE, you ROCK! (That will make sense when I write the story out)

After dropping this kids off I went to get coffee with a friend.  We stopped in Starbucks and I bought the CD “Off the Clock”.  It’s a compilation of songs from employees all accross the nation.  The son of another friend of mine recorded one of them and we’re so proud.  You can go to this link to hear it and if you like it…vote for him.  “Off the Clock”  He’s Riverman and his song is “Light of the Moon”.

 

DS was talking to me yesterday and telling me how he did not like seeing the news.  It caused him to have nightmares.  We had a good discussion and came to the conclusion it was better not to watch it.  In my head I was thinking, “Yeah!  Me too!”  Then today…

I’m taking my own advice and staying away from the TV.  My heart is breaking for all of those families and friends of those affected by today’s events at VT.  What a scarry place in which we live! 

I have taken such a long vacation from writing. Quite a bit has gone on in life around here.  I’ve needed to sit down and journal and have just not felt like it.  DD was sick and then my brother in law went in for his surgery.  He had bladder cancer and has fought with it for several years.  They had to remove the bladder and prostate, a very arduous surgery and recovery.  While all of this was occurring I kept my great niece (5 years old) and helped with meals for the family.  Everything seemed to be progressing as should be and he was sent home from the hospital 11 days after surgery.  He got home with great struggle and once there sat in a chair and couldn’t get out.  5 hours after getting home they had to call an ambulance and have him taken back.  He was spiking a high fever and unable to move.  Turns out after several tests that he had contacted the mrsa (super staff) infection while in the hospital.  They were able to find an antibiotic to work and he is now home recovering from that as well.  The home care that has been sent has been useless and they’ve done away with it and now have to take trips to the hospital twice a week for wound care.  (That’s the short version)  So now hopefully he’ll be well on his way to health again.  Me?  I’ve since had a stuggle with my allergies that have made me fairly miserable and my house is disaster.  On top of that I fell outside, I won’t tell you what I was doing!  LOL!  Anyway…DH was right there all upset and ready to call 911.  I was just mortified.  Most of all my ego was bruised.  I kept saying I’m fine!  I’m fine!  And inside I was just wishing he’d go away and pretend he didn’t see a thing.  I hit my knee and elbow and rolled to prevent major damage.  I think I sprained the knee a little…but for the most part it’s feeling pretty good today.  I can bend and walk without pain.  It’s just squatting down that I will avoid for awhile.  LOL.  So that’s the negatives of the last several weeks.  I’ll make and effort to get back and write some good stuff.  There has been lots of good too.