March 27, 2015 by Marj Hatzell
Wait. Strike that, reverse it.
Yep, we’re still here. It’s been a pretty busy winter and I’m ZOMG SO GLAD it is over. The curmudgeonly teen participated in a winter diving league so that sucked up several days a week, schlepping him to parts unknown in rush-hour traffic. Driving is my favorite, especially when there is bumper-to-bumper traffic (LIES).
We are back on the medical carousel with the Bugaboo. It seems puberty has this funny way of screwing up the status quo. The thing with having a child with complex medical issues is you are always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, in our case we had 8 years of success on a seizure medication that suddenly stopped working. Then SHOE DROP. We think we may have stopped it in its tracks but I’m still holding my breath and waiting to exhale. Stupid seizures. Make like a tree and GET OUTTA HERE. The good news is the new med has been AMAZABALLS. The bad news is every medication has side effects and this one is no exception.
The teen also has had his own medical crap going on. Several bouts of tonsilitis and a tonsil removal surgery later and we think we’re back in the game but he’s already missed 12 days of school so far this year. It’s still better than the 14-16 he has missed in years past but it took him weeks to catch up on everything he missed. In fact, they switched specials at school and he still hasn’t caught up on the art assignments he missed the first quarter. Whoopsy. But I have to brag – he had straight As for the first time ever last quarter.
I spent the last few months seeing every specialist possible to take care of my own medical issues. GI (because who doesn’t want pictures of their own colon?) and back doctor and lady doctor and dermatologist. I finally got myself to the allergist because my asthma and allergies have been a total ball of suck lately. One day we had 6 inches of snow (on the first day of Spring, no less) and the next day the trees were budding and Canada geese were flying north overhead. Pretty sure Mother Nature needs an interventioin because GO HOME, honey, you’re drunk.
The thing about having kids that are older than when you first started blogging is they can google themselves. And although the teen understands what I’m doing here and honestly thinks it is cool that his mother’s name is on the internets, I know he won’t always feel that way. I’ve gone back a few times to archives and hidden or made a few posts private. They weren’t explicit or disgusting or violated his trust in me in any way but they did have the potential to be embarrassing in the future. You know, high school. Kids are jerks in high school. Not that they aren’t jerks in middle school (because they are) but I’m just worried about the possibilities, you know? I worry about so much and I know I shouldn’t but dangit, puberty. Can’t talk about it. And we really struggle with it, especially with the Bugaboo. But one thing I vowed I would never do is make this blog dig too far into their personal lives. It’s a really difficult thing to keep in balance.
Kinda like marriage stuff. We deal with stuff (don’t worry, we are fine, really, we’re not going anywhere) but I can’t divulge certain details and events we’ve been dealing with the past few years. In the three years since my father passed and the two since my mother passed, there has been SO MUCH STUFF. But it’s not all my story to tell. Suffice to say, I have a great therapist and I can tell you that it is cathartic going in there every month and working on ME. I’m working on me for the first time ever and it only took me until 42! to realize that I cannot effectively take care of my family and NOT work on me. So there’s that.
Don’t get me started on the future planning for the Bugaboo. I have all kinds of panic and thoughts on that subject. But that’s a story for another day. Today I am just grateful for spring break, and to not have to wake my kids at freaking-early-o’clock, and the chance to stay in our jammies and watch movies and take a walk in the middle of the day if we want to. A staycation, if you will.
Just what we needed.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to snuggle on the couch and watch the same episode of Thomas the Tank Engine for the MEEELIONTH time.