Thoughts

It's 3:15pm and I'm pretty sure I haven't brushed my teeth yet today. I know I haven't brushed my hair (which is intent on falling out lately, but that's another story). I'm coming down with whatever my kids have and my head and throat hurts and I can't stop coughing. Now I know why my kids have been so whiny the past week. It's no fun being sick.


Addie is on my bed getting a breathing treatment and watching a show. Jack is next to her. She's gotten really good at getting the treatments. She sits up and takes it like a woman. She doesn't pull at her o2 anymore either. I've been amazed at how quickly she's adapted to all this treatment stuff. Although now that she's started feeling a little bit better she wants to play, but can't go very far because she's tethered to her o2 tank. However, she doesn't think to go back the way she came...she just keeps trying to go forward as her face begins to contort from the cord pulling on it. She eventually screams and I rescue her...moving the tank closer to her or following her around carrying it. I'm pretty much over constant o2. I shouldn't complain though...it's a million times better than being in the hospital, which is where we were last year when she had RSV. Home is so much nicer and we all sleep better.

With that all said Addie is calling for me.

Don't judge this post. I didn't proof read it. Total stream of consciousness.


PS RSV is lame.