Not much going on around here.
White stuff. Below zero highs for the day (as in -5 degrees F). Wind.
Persistent low grade fever in the wee one…going on 3 weeks now…and yes, I’ve taken her to the doctor. And yes, he just looks at me like I have a third eye, or a unicorn horn, smack dab in the middle of my head. In fact, yesterday, he sat there, after examining the wee one who was bouncing off the walls, and took a moment, then asked me “and why are you here today?” I swear to all that is holy it took me to the count of 10 to calmly say…”well, the fact that for 19 days and counting, my daughter has only had a normal temperature twice, and not for more than a couple of hours in a row. That strikes me as possibly not right. And I need you to tell me that I am not missing something.”
Then he said………….oh hell’s bells………..I’m not going to give you a play-by-play account of the ridiculous 30 minutes spent in the pediatrician’s office while Gracelyn danced around the room with Caroline Abbott. Who in the hell is Caroline Abbott you ask? Mmm..hmmm…the newest addition to the family. And no, don’t get all excited thinking the stork visited. She’s a doll. A very expensive doll, but a doll nonetheless. I digress…
Back to the esteemed MD. And honestly, I do need to cut the man some slack. And I told him as much as I constantly see dogs and cats that are jumping off the exam room table, doing back flips, dancing around the room while the owner is explaining to me how the animal has been on death’s door for the past several days, etc, etc, etc. So I told the doctor (who, by the way, is really a nice guy and we really, really like him) that I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted another person to lay eyes on my daughter and tell me she’s doing OK, and to be befuddled along with me why she is continuing with a persistent low grade fever after 18 days…and counting. (For the record, it’s 99.2 F this morning.)
I have no earthly idea why I’m even discussing this. Oh yes, then he said he was sorry we traveled so far for him to tell me nothing. And I replied “oh that’s OK. We love Steamboat. We love coming here. And I get to go to Starbucks!!”
He sort of looked at me askance at that last comment. I’m deducing he’s not so much of a coffee fan. Cause me, I’d find any excuse to drive however far to visit the place of my dreams…Starbucks.
I know, I have a serious problem. I’ve already admitted it…that’s the first step. And at this point, I have NO intention, NADA, ZIP, ZILCH, ZERO, of EVER getting treatment for it. I like being addicted to Starbucks. Makes me feel good. So there you go.
On other fronts…no news of Max. The only thing I can say is what Sue has told me “I’m keeping the light burning for Max to come home.”
So that’s what we ask…that you might keep him in your hearts and minds and every so often send him good wishes and a reminder of the people here who love him and miss him ever so much. And that basically…on the Max front, no news is NOT good news. When he comes home, you’ll know!
Speaking of Steamboat…holy cow did they get dumped on last week!! We’ve only got about a foot of the white stuff…we should have nearly three feet by now.
Himself keeps trying to tell me not to worry, it’ll come, we get our most snow in March and April…yada, yada, yada. Unfortunately, he told me all those things last year. And, sorry to say, we didn’t get the most snow in March and April. We didn’t get hardly any snow at all.
So…I’m a bit worried. Last summer and fall was brutal as far as the fire danger goes and I can’t imagine going through that again.
Not too funny this morning all…not firing on all cylinders. Someone hadn’t balanced the checkbook for oh, say, about four months. So the last several nights have been spent muddling through umpteen bazillion transactions and missed entries and bank statements and whatnot…and I simply have no synapses firing at the moment.
Adios…will try to string together some neurons to post more later.